Chapter 004: Too Close for Safety:

Manuel knocked on Allison's door the next morning, around seven. She rolled over and fell off the bed with a loud thump. Manuel started laughing as he opened her door. Allison groaned and threw a pillow at his face. But that didn't really make a difference, it just made him laugh harder.

"Time to wake up, bitch," he laughed, throwing the pillow back at her, "While you shower and dress, I'll go down and get some breakfast. You want anything in particular?"

The light from the window shined directly in her eyes as she shifted. She winced, and looked up at Manuel. Allison put a weird expression on her face, thinking a bit to hard.

"Some eggs, toast.. Sausage, and a coffee," she said, pulling out her wallet.

"Don't–I'll pay," he said smiling, "I'll be back in about twenty minutes or so. Or do you want to meet me down there?"

"I'll meet you down there."

About fifteen minutes later, Allison was walking out of the elevator, wearking a dark blue blazer suit, with her badge and gun. Manuel waved over to her. She quickly responded, waving back to him, and walking quickly over to the table, and sitting down across from him.

"Eggs, toast, sausage, and coffee, just like you said. I grabbed some has browns too," he smiled, "And here's the creamer and sugar," he added, sliding a small tray over to her. She thanked him, and began to fork her eggs.

"The agents are going to meet us right across the street from the complex, in an alley," he said, chewing on his French toast.

"Mmmkay, marf grarf.," she responded.

"Allison, I don't understand stupid, English, please," he laughed, and so did she. Except she kind of choked on her eggs.

She swallowed hard and smiled, "Are we leaving right after this?"

"I need to get something for my wife before we do."

"Oh shit, I do too."

Allison finished her breakfast, and quickly ran over to the gift shop. She grabbed a Hollywood shot glass 6-pack, three key chains, and three random t-shirts, for Joe and the kids.

"Someone's in a hurry," Manuel laughed.

"Oh shush."

"Okay, that's them," Manuel stated, pointing to the SUV not to far in front of her. He turned off the car, and got out quietly, looking around him before he walked over to the SUV.

"Hello guys. This is Allison Dubois. Allison, this is Agent Ngyuen, Agent Wright, and Agent West."

"Please put this on, Mrs. Dubois," Agent Ngyuen said, handing her a bullet-proof vest, "For your protection," the agent smiled softly.

"Thank you Agent Ngyuen," she said, taking off her blazer, and slipping the vest on.

Manuel helped her put her blazer back on. She nodded, and un-holstered her .357 magnum, and looked at Agent Wright, who was handing her a right thigh holster. Allison cocked her head to the side, confused. She already had a holster. Doesn't one holster hold one gun?

"You'll need two guns," Wright said, letting go of the holster as Allison grabbed it, and then taking a glance in the holster, "It's a .50DE. For better firepower."

Manuel put a hand on her shoulder, "If you have more than one on ya."

"Gotcha."

"Okay, so this is the plan. We all go in solo. Go different directions. Kill anybody that is on his side. Understood?" Wright directed.

"I thought there were only like.. Five?"

"According to Agent Coen, there's ten."

Allison swallowed hard. The agents started walking, and Manuel nodded, telling Allison to go in front of him. She un-holstered her .357, and took small, quiet steps. As they approached the building, her hands got wetter, and her heart pounded harder. She closed her eyes tight for a second, and then opened them again widely. She didn't get a great sleep last night.

Wright kicked down the door. It was an abandoned building. Dust flew everywhere as a slight breeze of air burst inside, while cob webs moved slightly, and glued against the wall. It was also really quiet. Maybe a bit too quiet. She turned around, and noticed Ngyuen was gone. She blinked and then sighed.

"Where the fuck is Ngyuen?" West asked, pulling at her blonde ponytail.

They all shrugged. Wright swallowed hard. Oh shit.

.End of part one; chapter fouR.