"This is where Black's supposed to be at?" I ask skeptically.
"Yeah, what's so wrong about it?" Piers asked opening his car door and stepping out. I mirrored his action then let out an exasperated sigh. I stared at the building at hand. It was a two story building made of wood stretched several feet over the water sitting on dock. The wood looked like it was decaying and a single flickering florescent light revealed this place to be called the "Chunk 'n Dunk Dine In".
What used to be a growling stomach turned into a upset stomach. "C'mon, it's the Chunk 'n Dunk. Chunk and Dunk. All I can visualize is puke in a bucket." Piers laughed and pulled open the trunk.
"Alright, point taken. Now I guess pretty much we're going to trail him and infiltrate his base and see whats up with all of this." Piers explained nonchalantly.
"You make that sound so . . . easy." I said with a groan. He sent me a glance over his shoulder and winked.
"Just a walk in the park Alice, a walk in the park."
"Well lets get this road on the road!" I exclaimed snapping my utility belt on. I pushed my two handguns into the hilts before I noticed Piers staring at me. "Hm?" I asked shoving a few extra rounds into my back pocket.
"Road on the road?" He asked. I narrowed my eyes at him then realized what I had just said.
"Ptchh, you know what I mean." I said rolling my eyes. He snickered and I made a silly face at the back of his head. I opened a briefcase to find flash grenades, proximity bombs and regular old hand grenades. My eyebrows shot up as I realized how much ammo was really in here. I fit as much explosives in the inside pockets of my jacket to not look to suspicious. At least my long black jacket covered most of the bulk of my belt.
I glanced over at Piers to notice he was patiently waiting. He was ready? How good was this guy? I shrugged it off and slammed the trunk shut.
"Let's go?" Piers asked. I nodded and I was surprised as I felt a sharp pain of annoyance. It didn't take me long to figure out why. He was taking lead. Used to running things solo I never had to fallow someone else.
In my head I could see myself stalking past him elbowing him into the dumpster we were about to pass. I then would give him a sly grin and turn with enough vigor the momentum would flip my hair over my shoulder. I would continue on inside the building with that cocky bastard scampering in behind me.
You kissed that cocky bastard last night . . . My thoughts rang. It was that one thought that probably kept me from fulfilling my fantasy. I was surprised when Piers led us away from the front door and down a small alley. Why don't we just go through the front door and act like costumers?
I squinted checking out the front door before I had to turn the corner. A red sign marked the not-so-pleasant shop as closed. I scowled sulking at the fact that once again Piers did something better than me. Chewing on the inside of my cheek I sauntered after Piers.
Out of the corner of my eye I saw a man clad in black pacing in front of a door. The alley branched out left and right at the end and the man went left. I slowed down a bet but Piers kept up his constant pace. I could see the shadow of the man coming back down the turn. He really was pacing.
With a quick step forward I grabbed the sleeve of Pier's jacket jerking him backwards. I pushed him into a nook of the building as the man turned the corner heading our way. I stood in front of Piers my back pressed against him. A smug grin blossomed as he exhaled realizing why I stopped him.
As the man came closer to us my hand delved inside my pocket. I pulled open a bag and took out a moist piece of cloth. Readying it I lunged forward wrapping my arm around the guys neck. I angled my foot around his ankle to stop him from taking another step. Even though he was bigger than me I managed to force him to bend back a bit so I could press the cloth over his mouth and nose. It wasn't long until he went limp and I let him fall to the ground with a soft thud.
Piers stepped out of the shadows a lazy grin on his face. "What's that little trick?" He asked eying the cloth. I swiftly returned it to its designated pouch in my pocket and shrugged.
"Chloroform. I don't see why others use it. Its quick easy, pretty cheap, and you don't have to kill them. Now the question is, should we kill this guy?" I asked using my foot to turn his head over. He looked like some mundane average thug. Had dark hair tan skin and needed to shave.
Piers nodded his head slowly. "While I don't like to just kill people we don't want to jeopardize our mission." I gave Piers a funny look but bent down and with a quick jerk snapped his spinal chord. A quick clean painless death. Lucky for him.
"Not that he deserves to die necessarily but he knew the risks. He's working with the terrorists. It's his life or millions of truly innocent people." I countered back. Piers gave me a glum look before hoisting the body onto his shoulder. He rather gently placed him down in the crook of the building we not to long ago inhibited.
"C'mon let's go. I just went to the grocery store three days ago. I don't want all of my fresh food to expire before the mission is over." I mutter frustrated. I had completely forgotten about all that precious food sitting at home waiting to be eaten. I gazed longingly at the grocery store flashing across the busy street. I turned around pressing my back to the wall.
Piers did the same thing on the other side of the door. He shot me a questioning glance. I nodded and with one swift move he pushed the door open. I could hear the faint sound of shuffling and voices.
I carefully weaved myself right inside the doorway with Piers close behind. We walked into what seemed to be the back entrance. Around what seemed to be a filing cabinet I could make out the outline of a kitchen. The lights were off and the sudden darkness surprised me. My eyes were slowly adjusting. Straight ahead seemed to be a sort of hallway. To the left was another hallway. I could see three doors on either side of the walls and a staircase at the end of the hall to the left.
I took another cautious step forward. My eyes finally adjusted and I could now clearly see everything. I knew Piers eyes were still adjusting and even if his eyes adjust I knew he would never be able to see as well as me. I close my eyes and exhale. When I open my eyes it seemed as if the lights were turned on.
Just another perk to being me.
Piers, probably realizing I knew what I was doing, fallowed me as I went straight. The hallway only went right so we fallowed it. The voices were getting louder and I think Piers might be able to hear it now. It wasn't until another 10 feet farther that they become a lot more clear. Piers grabbed my arm his eyes asking if I head the voices.
Fighting the urge to roll my eyes I gave him a sharp nod. The hall now could go left or right. Left opened up to what I assumed to be a private dining room in the restaurant. I continued on the voices became distinct and there was no slight muffle to them anymore. I crept forward still.
The room we stood was indeed a private room that branched off from the main dining area. I assumed this room was used for large groups or parties. Not sure who would want to have a party at the Chunk 'n Dunk Dine In. The farthest wall was more of a part wall part empty space. It opened up to be a straight view into the main dining hall. The main dining hall, littered with various wooden tables, was dimly lit and I could see the shadows of several men.
I went as close as I dared. I was pressed into the corner. If I leaned forward I could simply look around the small chunk of wall and see what we were up against. I had completely forgotten about Piers until his arm brushed mine as he drew closer. I just about turned ready to knock him to the ground. I had my hand on my gun even as I span around to see only his startled face as he glanced down at me.
He seemed to be silently asking what the problem was. I shook my head and I assumed he understood that everything was fine. I focused my attention to the voices speaking hushed.
"-he place it?"
"Yes, yesterday at roughly 9 am."
"And the money?"
"Sent through."
"Good. I expect to receive it by midnight, tonight.
"Of course."
"I'm assuming it has been tested?"
"Yes. The transformation didn't take long and they prove to be the best yet." I briefly wondered if they were talking about a new virus they have created. But after Umbrella was destroyed I thought the viruses had stopped being produced and created? I knew there was still some out there being sold but could someone actually be making them stronger still?
"I am glad to hear that."
"Now as much as I loved our little conversation I'm afraid I must be going." I chair scraped back and another chair soon fallowed suit. Two men stood and the slight jingle told me they were probably shaking hands. They seemed to both step back away from the table.
"Don't forget midnight at Pier 27." With that I watched a shadow turn and head towards Piers and I. Piers stepped back a hand on my shoulder ready to run if need be. I on the other hand wasn't worried about it at all. I caught a glimpse of a familiar man in a suit walk out the front door fallowed by at least half a dozen men.
"Richard James Black." I hissed under my breath as the door chimed shut. Piers pulled me back and I knew we managed to get here in time to hear what we needed to hear.