The last score

Chapter Three

Amanda wasn't believing it that Metro police really wasn't believing on what exactly with the shooting. At this point, they had no idea just who Lee had shot in the first place. Even though the driver Syrian wasn't talking at all.

"Are you serious Lee? After all, you've been working for IFF to have been disrespected by the police?" she will need to say seeing the grimace of pain on his face.

"Even Billy was acting slightly different as well? even though both of our stories did match in their eyes. There is something different going on that I need to find out just what the hell is going on Amanda?" he cried out with sitting on the edge of the bed exhausted.

Amanda was able to see the exhaustion on his expression as she helped him to remove his clothes in order to get into his grey pajamas. Even though Amanda had other ideas on her mind. But she needs it wasn't going to be worth it, when in fact his mind is on what had happened earlier.

She had pulled off his black shiny shoes and white socks to be placed inside and pushed under the queen size bed for now.

Washington, D.C. county coroner's office

Doctor Wills age 65 years of age had been unpacking the body that was moved from the scene of the crime or in other words shooting by a government employee. This lone body a Syrian name Benji Sem Ja was shot dead into his head to be stopped.

Placing on his gloves, facial mask, and gown. He was now ready with turning on the voice recorder for every autopsy that is done in this office.

The next few hours with opening up the Syrian along with blood tests. He wasn't able to find anything out of the ordinary with this man after being shot in the head was the main reason and chest. With his heart-stopping as with brain function.

However when the lab assistant had come in with the results of the blood tests. Doctor Wills tired looked up to see the lab assistant Sherman. "What did you find in the blood tests?" asking with a croak in his throat needing to drink some water with his water bottle on the table next to him.

"It shows that this man was dying from pancreas cancer Doctor Wills. For which I have found strange with only a year to live or less," he states with the shake of his head.

"Thanks for all of your help. help me clean up here and with placing the body of Benji Sem Ja into the cooler. I have a report to be written to Metro police headquarters."

"Good luck on that one DOC!" He started to help clean up the area with the equipment that needed to be sterilized, along with changing into clean clothing. Taking a quick look at the body and with the shake of his head. He had cleaned up and had brought the body to cooler number 159.

Annadale, Virginia storage warehouse

Three local associates working for those involved with stealing the IFF personnel files had been taking a look at them on a table along with the photos.

Denny Saunders age 42 in charge of the group sitting in front of him. While the two that had stolen the files from the Pentagon had been scoping out a new target to be hit in a few days.

There was a knock on the office door when Saunders asked one of them to open up the door.

It was Rauls Seri who came in with a report in his hand in regard to the shooting of their associate Benji Sem Ja, and the arrest of Benjamin Sauls Syrian by Metro police.

Reading the report after taking it from his hand...

"How the hell could this have happened?" Denny Saunders was livid with his response to having these two men one dead and the other arrested.

"I just don't know sir. But I do know that it was IFF agent Lee Stetson who had taken him out with a rifle." Rauls needed to say to the group looking on.

"What I want you to do is take these two and try to get rid of this agent no matter how much it's going to cost the organization? Do I make myself damn clear with the order?" he was livid with slamming of his fist on the table in front of him to feel the pain moving up his tattooed arm.

The entire group agreed not needing further his anger. "Is there anything else boss?" they ask in unison.

"Yeah! I want you as well to take this man out as well in charge of purchasing of IFF. His name, address, and where he usually hangs out since he's not married and doesn't have a girlfriend." Saunders needs to say to them thinking that he just might be gay?

"How much are we going to get paid this time for the job?" Rauls Seri needed to say for his abilities.

"GOD DAMN IT! Seri I want you to do your job. And besides, you're going to be paid nevertheless." Saunders cried out with his eyes bulging.

Seri moved out as with the other two with grabbing their jackets, hats, and gloves with the colder temperatures outside for the next few days.

Saunders went back to his work after taking a deep breath. He continued to search through the personnel files of IFF. There was one that stood out having only been with IFF a year mostly and his name was Robert Baskins married long-time agent Francine Desmond for 19 plus years. He was satisfied with the next choice for now, while his two friends had stolen the personnel files have a new job that needs to be done. Placing the large file to the side of the computer terminal. He needed to send an email to his two friends with special abilities.