Chapter 4: Limo Conspiracy
Authors note: There are some meaningless parts to extend the chapter otherwise enjoy, and thanks for the reviews.
In the airport there was a lot of hustling and bustling. Since Alex had an hour and a half before he was scheduled to be picked up, he went into the gift shop to look around.
"Can I help you?" The cashier asked.
"No, I'm good," Alex replied.
The gift shop was very simple, stuffed with a lot of magazines, stuffed animals, playing and post cards. Alex looked at a very peculiar deck of playing cards entitled: Alcatraz Rules and Regulations Playing Cards. The title reminded him of what Mrs. Jones had told him the day before, but his mind also went in the direction of knowing about Alcatraz.
"Excuse me," Alex said to the cashier, "I was wondering about Alcatraz, and being from England, I hardly know about it."
"Well, it was the most notorious prison in America at one time," the cashier said, "It housed Al Capone and "Machine Gun" Kelly, but it was closed in 1963."
"Thank you very much," Alex said.
"Sure," the cashier simply replied simply.
Now Alex was not thinking about the dangers of the mission and went outside awaiting the CIA to pick him up, but that wasn't going to happen for about forty-five minutes, so Alex picked up a newspaper and started reading the headlines until he saw Sabina's dad's name in an article, but it was a meaningless article on a community crime wave, however, Alex wrote the name of the newspaper, The Bay Area Press, in a blank journal he had brought with him.
Thirty minutes later, a limousine arrived and the driver stepped out. He was dressed in a dull driver's suit, very short and stout and he showed no emotion on his face whatsoever.
"Follow me," the driver said in a thick Russian accent.
Alex followed him into the back where two people were waiting, a black man in a dark suit and sunglasses with an earpiece and a woman dressed in the same way except with black pants and a lightly colored blouse.
"Hello," the man said, "You must be Alex, pleasure to meet you." The man held out his hand and Alex shook it.
"This is Agent Connelly and I am Agent Hall," the man said as he pointed to the woman.
"As you know," Agent Connelly said, "We are after a .50 Caliber dealer named, David Wilkes. He is knowingly selling the weapons, which are illegal, and he has killed both a CIA and M-16 agent."
"So it is this is a very vital mission and we have very limited time," Agent Hall said.
"One of our witnesses is a writer at The Bay Area Press," Agent Connelly said, "So we are going there tomorrow morning to ask-
But just then the limo swerved into a building and Alex heard bullets being fired in a machine-gun pattern.
"Take this," Agent Hall said, handing Alex a Glock 96.
"A gun?" Alex asked dumbfounded.
"Just take it!"
Alex breached the limousine door and started firing in the direction he heard the bullets coming from. After several minutes of hearing no gun fire, Agent Hall stood up and notified Agent Connelly and Alex that it was okay. Moments later police sirens came closer and closer, and then they arrived.
"What the hell is going on?" A disgruntled man with a badge around his neck and suit and tie on exclaimed.
"Agents Connelly and Hall," Agent Hall said, "CIA."
"What was going on?" The man asked.
"Several bullets were fired from the roof of the Hyatt Hotel across the street," Agent Hall said.
"What's the kid doing?" The man asked.
Agent Hall whispered something in the man's ears and the man seemed understanding to us, at least a little. Then the man asked, "Where is the driver?"
Agent Hall looked towards the limo.
The driver disappeared.
