Chapter 6: Not So Lucky After All.
Alex was sore everywhere when he woke up. It seemed his heart had sagged to his thighs when he walked into the hotel restraint. When he sat down with the agents his body felt like an ancient skeleton ready to crumble when he touched something.
"Would you like some food?" Agent Connelly asked. "Looks like you had a rough night."
Alex shook his head. Talking was like moving his jaw after it was wired shut and eating would be like chewing carpet.
"The SFPD have put an abandoned warehouse near Fisherman's Wharf under surveillance." Agent Hall said. "They believe that is where David Wilkes' center of operation is.
"Lucky's surveillance has a good look in on our friend's troublemaking." Agent Connelly said. "We can get a better description of him if we go there after breakfast."
Alex simply nodded in reply. He had no clue about Sabina's condition and until he did, he always expected the worst.
The drive didn't make Alex feel any better. While being stranded in traffic he spotted a vendor shouting: "Journalist's House goes up in flames, read all about it!"
Alex dropped his head and took his I-pod out of his backpack he randomly decided to bring. AC/DC started blaring their most famous song, Back in Black.
The sun started to get in Alex's eyes so he put on his glasses that Smithers gave him then a pitch black picture arrived on the monitor. Alex forgot about the book that had a hidden camera on the spine. Alex remembered it was a World War II book so he got it out of his backpack and opened it to the section about Finnish Ski Troops.
"Do you like World War II?" Agent Connelly asked.
Alex shrugged in reply and looked down at his I-pod and saw an image of the traffic in front of him. A woman in an over-priced Mercedes-Benz was arguing with her husband about something. Alex found this amusing because they way rich people acted in public was far different than what Alex was witnessing.
The car pulled up in front of Lucky's Surveillance Store and Alex got out slowly onto the gray sidewalk.
The agents walked into the store and Alex nearly winced at what was on the cashier's t-shirt. It said I-poo and the apple insignia was turned upside-down.
"Agents Hall and Connelly, CIA. Can we talk to the manager please?" Agent Hall asked the pimple-faced cashier.
"I am the manager," the cashier replied dully.
"Perhaps the owner, if he is available."
"Mr. Harris," the cashier's monotone voice was annoying Alex so he turned his I-pod on and read his book.
"Oh, CIA, what did I do this time," an elderly man laughed so hard that he coughed. "Excuse me, I'm Lucky."
"Why do they call you that?" Agent Connelly asked curiously.
"Got shot six times in two different wars and I still survived!" Lucky exclaimed while showing six Purple Heart awards on his wall.
Agent Connelly nodded and then Alex sat in front of the shop window and read his book while listening to his I-pod.
During the end of Back in Black Alex saw a siper setting up a .50 caliber on a hotel roof across the street.
"Duck!" Alex exclaimed while tackling Agent Hall and Agent Connelly into the back.
A spray of machine gun fire hit the shop window.
After the gun fire stopped a man barged through the door and Agent Connelly pulled Alex out the back. As soon as they escaped a single gun shot was heard.
Not so lucky after all.
