Undergoing some changes
Mrs. Jones was waiting for them when they arrived. She led them into a waiting elevator; she allowed the doors to close before she approached the button-panel. She pressed and held down one and two, and then the elevator shuddered and began to move. Alex was oblivious to the X-rays and lasers that were currently scanning his body.
They stopped and the doors glided open, soundlessly and with immense ease. Mrs. Jones stepped out into the cold, dull corridor and walked up the hallway, her high-heels tapping the floor and echoing around the walls. She stopped and turned to Alex, "We are sending in a team with you, the team consists of three men, one of which you know." She spoke, her voice full of sincerity, much like Alan Blunts.
Another figure stepped around the corner. He held a weapon - a 9mm Browning High Power pistol - Alex recognised him instantaneously.
"How ya doing Cub?" The man asked, grinning.
"I'm fine Wolf, you?"
"I'm cool," He muttered, his grin fading. "I hear you've had a bit of trouble with Scorpia? Well, we'll sort those out. We're working on a plan at the moment already"
Mrs. Jones nodded and Alex followed Wolf around the corner. There was a large table set out in the centre of the room. Beside the wall was a large gun-rack, holding an array of weapons and explosives. Wolf smiled again as he leaned against the table…
The body's neck was broken, the skull had been fractured and there was a lot of spinal damage, cuts and bruises littered the dead body. It had been a car crash. The forensic team was trying to identify the body and they were close. The blood sample they had taken was running through a processor. It would find a match to any other living person, suddenly… the screen flashed, a beep sounded. A name appeared on the screen…
The van jumped up and down along the bumpy, crack covered streets. The outside view flashed past, as Alex watched from a small window in the compartment that he sat in. Heavy-set men surrounded him, each holding a military issued machine gun. Alex was still holding onto his Mac10. He had been given three cartridges; he was told that he needed them…
Blunt stormed into forensics lab, trailing behind a few scrawny people that were jogging to keep up. Anger and frustration was written all across his face. He reached the lab technician and tapped him on the shoulder. The man wearing the white coat turned around, Blunt grabbed him the collar and lifted him into the air. "Why didn't you tell me you'd found out who the Scorpia assailant was?" Blunt spoke calmly, only mildly aware of the look of shock on the other people's faces.
"I-I was going to send someone up now" He stuttered. Blunt was a dangerous man to cross, and the lab technician knew he had crossed him…
The van squealed to a stop, Wolf lashed out with his foot and kicked the back doors open. The men - and Alex - jumped out and quickly jogged across the street, each crouched over and moving with extreme care. They reached the back door, Wolf set a charge and everyone took cover behind a wall…
Blunt released the man and he fell to the floor, a quivering mess at the mans feet. Blunt turned around and walked up to the screen… he looked at the name… "shit,"
The gun exploded. A bullet whipped past Alex and slammed into the wall. Wolf turned and squeezed the trigger. A swarm of men ran out from a small door in the wall. The night rang out with the sound of gunfire…