Chapter Seven
Don and his team arrived at the drug dealer's base of operations swiftly.
In record time they had left the car and approached the building, unaware of the sniper that was waiting for them at the top of the building across the street.
Don had his hands at his sides as he entered the building first with Megan and David at his heels.
What would make Don happy at the moment would be to have his gun sitting in the palm of his hands, but he knew that if he wanted things to go smoothly here at this little meet and greet thing, then the gun would have to stay where it was.
"Where was Mr. CarMichael supposed to be?" Don asked.
"In the next room." David replied as he glanced around the place.
"Alright." Don said as he began to walk.
As he approached the door on the far side he began to acutely notice the lack of noise from inside the building. Normally you would expect it to be a little noisy, but there was only silence.
'Something doesn't feel right.' Don told himself as he stopped a couple of feet from the door leading into the next room.
"Don, what's wrong?" David asked as he watched his boss stop.
"David, you ever get the feeling that something bad is gonna happen?" Don asked.
"Sometimes. Why? You gettin' that feeling?" David asked.
"Yeah." Don replied.
His hands itched to go for his gun, and deciding to air on the side of caution, he tugged out his pistol.
Glancing around the building, Don shivered as he realized there were so many good places for an ambush.
An ambush he may have just brought upon himself.
Don gulped as the feeling in the pit of his stomach grew stronger. The feeling that told him he was in over his head.
Suddenly a door banged open and shots rang out in the quietness of the building.
One agent dropped to the ground, a bullet hole in his chest.
"AGENT DOWN, REPEAT, WE HAVE AN AGENT DOWN!" David yelled into his walkie-talkie as he had taken cover behind some covered tables.
Peeking out, David could see Don laying on the floor, not moving and apparently not breathing either.
The shooter who had just Don was nowhere to be seen either, but David feared that instead of hanging around, the shooter had left.
With a quick glance at the door, David made his way over to his team captain and boss to check out his injuries.
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David Ballard laughed as he threw his Uzi into the metal garbage container outside.
It had been so easy to shoot Don, and the FBI men would never know it was him!
"One down, one to go." He muttered as he got into his Porche, started the engine and drove off.
Glancing down, David smiled as he saw his sniper rifle, which was in a metal box, which happened to be sitting on the floor of his car.
Chuckling to himself, David took out his cell-phone, activated the scrambler and then dialed Charlie's number.
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Alan looked up from his cards and glanced at Charlie who looked slightly bored.
"What's the matter Charlie?" Alan asked.
"Dad, this is a kids game. It's way to easy!" Charlie replied, motioning to his own cards.
"Son, Skip Bo is supposed to be easy. Would you rather we play Scrabble instead?" Alan asked.
Charlie glanced up at his father, horrified that Alan should even mention the word Scrabble!
It was widely known that Charlie was one of the worlds worst Scrabble players, since he was a really bad speller.
The night when he had misspelled anomaly came to his mind.
Alan and Don had siked him out, by telling him he had misspelled the word.
Charlie, getting aggrivated, wasn't paying attention and had allowed Alan to beat him at Chess.
The final embaressing kicker was when Don had laid the dictionary on the table infront of Charlie and said, "That's one O, Charlie."
Charlie had glanced at the dictionary before asking, "Is this a reliable dictionary?"
That statement had cracked up both Don and Alan.
A few minutes later, Don had recieved a call sending him back to work.
As he was leaving, Charlie said, "Don't worry, I'll take care of the old man."
Once Don had shut the door Alan had said, "Old man?"
Charlie glanced up at his father before replying, "I use it strickly as a term of indearment, father."
Alan had gone on by threatening to get out the Scrabble board, to which Charlie hurriedly replied, "Sc..Scrabble's missing a piece!"
The ringing of the home phone brought Charlie up from his musings.
Looking up, Charlie watched his father answer it, and within ten seconds, Alan Eppes had gone quite pale.
"Dad, what is it?" Charlie asked as he rose from the table and went over to his father.
Alan looked sadly at his youngest son as he whispered, "Charlie, the phone call was about you're brother. He was shot."
"How bad?" Charlie asked.
Alan hung his head as he replied, "Bad."
Charlie didn't know what to say about this news, so he did the only thing he could do.
He turned, ran upstairs to his room and threw himself onto his bed as the tears streamed down his face.
Within five minutes, Charlie's cell-phone rang.
Snatching up the cell-phone in the hopes that it was Don who was calling, Charlie glanced at the unknown caller ID.
Hitting send, Charlie brought the phone up to his ear.
"Hello?" He said.
The line was clear for a minute before a sinister voice said.
"Why hello there, Professer Eppes."
Charlie gulped, not liking this man's manner at all.
"Who is this?" Charlie asked.
The man just laughed at Charlie's question before he continued on with his message.
"Hope you liked the show Eppsie, because you're next!" The assassin said to Charlie, who grew as pale as the white bedspread he lay on.
Charlie realized that the man who had called him must have been the man who had shot Donnie!
Swiftly, Charlie hung up, tossed the phone away and buried his face in his pillow, terrified for his brother and for himself.
What Charlie didn't know was that the sniper was getting himself in to position to deliver the final blow to the Eppes family, by taking out Professer Charles Eppes.
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A/N: Another chapter completed. Hope this is ok with everyone.
Also, thanks for the reviews everyone, they are really appreciated!
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BANG!
"Oh my gosh, Charlie!" Alan said as he rushed up the stairs to his youngest son's bedroom.
"Donnie, you have to hang on, you have to fight this. Not just for my sake, but for you're brother's as well. He needs you right now." Alan whispered as he clutched Don's pale hand tightly.
"FLAT LINE!" The doctor yelled as he turned to his nurse.
"Paddles!" He requested.
Turning back to his dark haired patient, the doctor readied the paddles.
"CLEAR!" He yelled.