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Chapter 26
"Cell phones on and charged?"
"Check"
"Suits on?"
"Check."
"Toy guns painted black?"
"Check."
"Badges, sunglasses and the money?"
"Check."
"Alright, let's go." Kellerman changed the gear to drive and they were off towards downtown Washington. Lincoln looked back to see Sara snuggled up in Michael's arms sleeping soundly.
"Don't you look comfortable," Lincoln whispered, careful not to wake her up and face the wrath of Michael.
"She's been through a lot in the last couple of months and today is the biggest step of all," he replied, gazing at her with a smile. Lincoln nodded as the ring on her finger caught his eye.
"She said yes?" With a large grin of achievement, Michael nodded.
"Congratulations."
"Thank you."
"When's the wedding?" Paul asked with a smile.
"I don't know," Michael replied quietly, looking down at his sleeping wife-to-be with a saddened look. "It all depends on what happens today."
All three men thought of the risk they were taking with this plan agreed that it was necessary… even if it could be the last thing they ever do.
"If we hurry and do what we need to, then everything should go according to plan."
More than an hour later, through various traffic jams and police blockades, Paul parked the car a block away from a large black skyscraper as everyone piled out and fixed their disguises.
"How do you know she's here?" Lincoln asked, looking up at the large, intimidating buildings surrounding them. Paul motioned towards a black, sleek limousine with American flags attached at each corner of it. Police cars were stationed around the limo.
"That's her's," he said, waving for them to follow him. Paul led them through the back ally and stopped them at a door. "Let me handle this," he whispered with a finger to his lips. He straightened his tie, and knocked on the door. Someone inside spoke a few mumbled words before slowly opening the door. Two large men loomed over, both wearing the same type of suit as Kellerman.
"This is an unauthorized area." One grumbled, peering out at Michael, Lincoln and Sara who stood as still as possible. Paul pulled out his badge and showed the two men who looked at each other.
"Agent Kellerman with the secret service, here on duty," he said impatiently.
"And these three?" the other man asked as they quietly pulled out their badges.
"Agents Tanic, Stanch and Hinac. They're here to help me incase anything happens."
"Nothing WILL happen," the first one stated. Kellerman gave him a quaint smile.
"That's what we're here for."
"Alright." The second guard stepped aside, allowing the four agents to enter the building. Paul walked down the corridor and turned down an empty hallway as Michael, Lincoln and Sara followed wordlessly. They all let out a small sigh of relief, knowing they made it through the first step of a long, arduous plan, but realizing how hard it would be to turn back.
"Your brunch is here," a young woman announced with her body half into the room. Caroline nodded and turned her attention back to the street below her, not even concerned with the poor manners the woman had just shown her. She watched as all the roads needed for the parade were being blocked, and the frustrated drivers honking in frustration as they tried to back out of the newly created dead-end. A chuckle surfaced from Caroline as two women put a few trays of food on a table and left without saying a word. Making her way over to the table, she picked up a slice of pineapple and turned to face her desk. Caroline sighed, taking a bite out of the bittersweet fruit.