Annie Walker saw the doctor press her back against the wall before she turned the corner. She was signaled to do the same. Of course, she readily complied albeit slighty confused. "What's going on?"
"There are two thugs. Stationed at the mark's door," Summer replied, humourlessly smiling in disbelief. "Of course there is. Why wouldn't there be? It's not like the intel said they'd be on the roof. It's not like we need a break or anything."
The operative frowned at the girl's sarcasm and checked the gun she was handed just minutes before. "We can't go to Reva's then. The minute they see me, they'll probably radio it in. They've only blocked cell reception."
"Yeah, a gun shot will also trigger the same effect." The doctor paused. "However, they don't know what I look like. I could be just another tenant walking by to my own flat. " She very carefully took a peep.
"And then what? Do you have syringes or something? Tranqs?" Annie asked.
"Why would I have…?" Summer sighed. "Look, we don't have time for this. I don't know what comes next. All i know is that you're going to stay hidden."
"Until when?"
"I don't know. But keep an eye out in case somebody else comes along," she said, taking her phone from her pocket and pressing it on her ear just as she turned the corner.
Annie wanted to chase after her but it was too late. Whatever improvisation Summer had planned was already in play as the doctor giggled at her imaginary friend on the other line. So she very carefully spied on the other girl instead.
Summer walked down the corridor slowly, twirling a finger on a few strands of her blonde wig. "No, you put down your phone first," she giggled. Annie raised an eyebrow. That's what she's going with? "No you!" she continued as the two thugs watched her saunter. She watched Summer give them a small flirty wave. The two just eyed her as she walked past the first guard letting out squeal of delight.
Summer paused. "Fine. We'll put it down together," she sighed. "One… two…"
Instead of the words three, Annie watched as the girl spring into action as she threw herself at one thug, with one hand on his head, forcefully slamming it to the wall behind. Then she threw in a knee to the groin and gut for good measure before the other man had his arms around her. But somehow, she just used it as an opportunity to push off from the first man she assaulted and get her assailant stumbling backwards to a wall. Annie was amazed when she saw the doctor throw a man twice her size over her shoulder, just as thug#1 was trying to get his bearings straight enough to grapple her. Instead, the girl twisted thug#2's shoulder while lashing a leg out. Her heel connected with the man's jaw with an audible crack.
Annie couldn't help but wince as the first man stayed down looking dazed before passing out.
But the second man proved to be more resilient, managing to take a shot at the girl's leg, unsteadying her and making her release her grip on his arm. He blocked several kicks to his body. Annie saw the man reach for his gun as he rolled to a stand. She was about to call out a warning but saw that the gun was just in the processes of being raised when Summer went for it. The top came off when she rushed forward, catching the thug offguard with her counterintuitive maneauver. Then somehow, once again, the doctor managed to throw the man over her shoulder. The man let go of the gun upon impact. And Annie watched in shock and awe as Summer let her knee drop on the man's neck making him gasp for air until he stayed still.
"Holy…" Annie breathed when Summer stood unharmed taking several deep breaths before taking zip ties from her back pocket. Auggie and Joan had each briefly told her what Summer could do. A few hours ago, she remembered feeling that they might've oversold. After what she just witnessed, she now believed their description wholeheartedly.
"Sorry." She heard the doctor mumble as she turned each of them over to tie their hands and feet. Then she proceeded to disarm them, collecting four guns in total.
"You alright?" Summer asked, finally meeting her eye.
"Are you?" Annie replied with genuine concern.
The doctor shrugged and took another deep breath. "Let's just do this," she said, knocking on Reva's door.
The door slowly opened. "Annie? I heard noises… Oh my God." The CIA analyst gasped as she saw the damage outside her door.
"Reva," Annie said, stepping forward, "We need to go inside."
"Here," Summer handed the guns to the surprised analyst. "Could you maybe help me drag these bodies in? Walker's still injured."
Reva's eyes widened. "What?"
Annie held the door open, understanding what was being asked. "The last we heard before radio silence is that these men were on the roof. Things have obviously changed. If one of their friends passes by here and sees that these guys are out cold in the hall… it's game over for us." she explained.
"Right," Reva curtly replied. "All this because of that one time?" she sighed as she awkwardly help drag one body from the hall.
You have no idea, Annie Walker thought as the second body entered the apartment.
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Spencer Reid heard Hotch's phone buzz. He gripped his gun a bit tighter as the buzzing went on. Eventually, the buzzing will stop telling them that the mobile networks have been effectively shut down in the area. That was their signal to move in.
The profile was clear. Svetski was a creature of habit. His tactics of using a cellphone to detonate a bomb and killing entire families have worked for him so far. He didn't need to deviate.
But Reid couldn't help but be worried. So many things have already changed since they left the CIA building. And profiles, he knew, could only help so much. What if this Svetski did decide to do something new?
Not to mention that If there were a bomb in the house, and there is surely at least one, he was sure Hotch would've loved to have Morgan around- his ATF experience and all. Hotch would've loved to have Rossi and Emily as well, more experienced field agents, than him and the newly minted Agent Seaver. He knew he wasn't the best all around agent. He knew he was more brain than brawn. This was the area he did not excel.
The buzzing stopped. Reid met his boss' steady gaze as Hotch raised his wrist. "We're a go," he commanded on his comm.
He quietly trailed behind Hotch. He plastered his back to the side of the door while the older man blasted the door's lock. Reid can hear gunfire already from the second floor- no doubt Seaver was already in.
The door swung open. The genius caught himself in time. He was about to call out and announce that the FBI were here as per bureau policy. But he remembered that policy didn't apply today. Instead, he raised his gun at the man scampering up the staircase no doubt enroute to help his comrade upstairs. He pulled the trigger while Hotch entered the house behind him and turned right, stopping at the entrance of what looked like the kitchen. The man on the stairs fell. Reid could feel his adrenaline pumping as he kicked the man's weapon out of the way. The enemy was down and stayed down.
But Hotch was already taking fire himself. "Reid, cover me," the older agent ordered. With a nod, Hotch entered the kitchen crouching as low as possible to the center island while Reid fired in the direction he thought the other person was. He missed. But before the man could shoot, Hotch had already done his damage. The man fell backwards.
It was then, Seaver emerged from the other end of the kitchen. "Upstairs is clear and the rest of this floor is clear," She reported.
"Basement," Hotch cocked his head to the direction of the staircase once more and took the lead down.
They went down, with Hotch leading the way and Reid taking the rear. But when they got there, there was noone else except a battered middle aged woman passed out and tied to a chair. Spencer lowered his weapon and moved to untie the woman but Hotch stopped him.
"Reid," he called out sternly, "There are wires on her chair."
Seaver was already on her knee behind the woman's chair. "It goes down the floorboards."
"He put in a failsafe," Reid realized with a sigh. "Hotch, we also profiled that he'd be here."
"Or that he'll be watching," Hotch said. "Let's hope Wilcox is as good as his file says."