Chapter 7: The Limo Driver
Author's Note: Thanks for the reviews!
Alex was now aware that Sabina survived, but her mother perished in the attack. A late-night phone-call from Sabina informed him of this and it hurt Alex more once he learned that the Pleasures had to move to Canada.
"We are going to live in Calgary, dad found a job there at a local magazine," Sabina sniffled. "I've got to go know, bye Alex."
Alex couldn't sleep at all that night. He couldn't stop thinking that all of his loved ones were murdered or severely hurt intentionally.
Alex was awakened at five o'clock by a continuous knock at his door. It was Agent Hall.
"Alex, get dressed!" Agent Hall demanded. "We're going to the warehouse."
As soon as Alex got out of his room he was bombarded with details.
"Agent Hall and I will go inside undercover." Agent Connelly said. "You are to stay inside the car." She handed him a Glock 96 with a silencer.
"If anything goes wrong go to the police," Agent Hall said. "Just tell them you were delivering papers when you heard the commotion."
Alex nodded and his heart started to pump. He had never been on a misson like this since he was working with Agent Carver and Agent Troy in Cuba. The result of that mission was the death of Agent Troy and Agent Carver, Alex was nearly eaten by a shark, and Alex was captured by General Sarov.
The early morning in San Francisco was so bitterly cold that Alex brought an extra pair of gloves to keep warm. It was also so dark that Agent Hall and Agent Connelly only appeared as silhouettes.
As soon as Agent Hall and Agent Connelly disappeared into the building Alex heard a thump on the roof of the car. He immediately jumped out of the car and the figure landed in front of Alex with a .44 magnum.
"Do you have any idea how much pain you have caused me?" The assailant screamed at Alex in a thick Russian accent. "I am Andris Gregorovich and you killed my brother!" Andris clicked the gun and then fell to the ground.
"Alex, run!" Agent Hall exclaimed holding his gun.
Alex did so though he did not know why, but moments later he heard gun-fire that sounded all too familiar. Another sniper was shooting at the agents, obviously attempting to kill them.
Once Alex got to the curb, a car braked, nearly hitting him. Then the window rolled down and a short and stout man appeared, he looked exactly like the limo driver that deliberately set the agents up to get killed
"Alex," the man said in a Russian accent, "What a pleasure to meet you!"
Alex looked back, but he did not see Agent Connelly or Agent Hall, then he thought about running for it, but the man interrupted again.
"You can try to run, but I have my men scouring the streets for you, but I feel for you. Let's take a ride."
Alex reluctantly got in and felt a lump in his throat; he thought he was most certainly going to die.
"Don't seem so afraid, Alex." The man said. "I don't bite."
Alex was even more afraid once he saw the man's counterpart: a large man with a Tec-9 on his belt.
"Don't be afraid of him either, he is just here to intimidate you," the man said. "By the way I am Sergei Lontikov, I work for Scorpia."
