The NCIS dodge vehicle in a fast speed of high adrenaline rush races down the neighborhood street on an dark cold winter night tires rolling around the pavement like a spinning wheel going faster inside of the vehicle where the front meter rate hits 65 rumbling going on inside the car feeling the car might have hit a rock or hard stoned object the vehicle screeches going farther to the left direction where it passes and cuts by an black truck that blares a loud horn and moved out of the way after the NCIS vehicle got in its way blocking the black truck's path.
Out of nowhere the lights flash and blink out of nowhere turning red to light yellow to light orange only forming into 2 colors the invisible clearing cloud touches the ground the sound of rumbling heard starting up like a car that is about to start up after the key has been pushed in another vehicle shadowed in the darkness passes by cutting in the path of the black truck who is currently now in 3rd with the mysteriously gaining up to the NCIS vehicle tires rolling around the pavement spinning round and round in circles the front meter hits 60 the white stick radar clicks soundly the shoe stomped down thrown and crushed the pedal moving at a high speed slowly gaining up to the NCIS vehicle the driver goes farther to the left direction spinning the wheel fast in a hurry not being careful.
In the mirror view it shows the same black truck in a normal rate that was cut and budged in by an NCIS 4 side door dodge vehicle driven by an mysterious person and a mysterious vehicle that has came out of the depths of the empty highway and invisible steam of thick fog the vehicle was a truck related to the one it passed and cut by other cars earlier which the mysterious vehicle car nearly was going to put an unknown car up in fiery flames inside of the vehicle the person spins the wheel to the right putting the brakes on leading the vehicle to come to an high pitched screeching halt.
The driver in the black truck that was cut in by 2 speeding vehicles stopped the truck throwing the brakes in releasing his foot from the pedal pushing the seatbelt button where the seatbelt releases away from the driver's chest opening and throwing the car door open jumping out of the truck he steps each feet on the ground he walked near the car that nearly slammed into the side of his own truck he left the lights on since it was pitch black outside dark chilly out he slightly shivered under his breath cold fog blows out of his mouth the fog escaped from his mouth he slowly paces near on foot near the truck driver pacing near the mysterious vehicle that was a mile away from him the light got the better view of what the truck driver actually looked like showing half of his face and the shirt he was wearing right it looked like green plaid shirt.
Inside the car of the mysterious vehicle the shadowed figure laid low in the car the radio station in red letters printed CHANNEL 34.9 above it the time was blocked with an unseen object proven or assumed to be an electronic equipment that was in the way the radio station currently playing slow low pitched violin music calm and silent music in the background the shadowed figure continued to laid low in the car it's back pressed against the car seat the truck driver took slow steps he was about to walk up to the mysterious vehicle all of a sudden shut off the engines, power and the lights were all taken down the truck driver rapidly pounded on the driver side window the sound of thumping coming from the hand and his middle shouting the shadowed driver turns his neck around and stares at the truck driver who bang on the window seeing his mouth clearly moving.
"Hey" the driver shouted banging the front window
The mysterious person continued to stare at the front windshield staring closely to the pitch black darkness outside hearing the sounds of airhorn truck blaring, booming, fire crackling, the sounds of wailing sirens, agony screaming and yelling from the voices of others who were screaming in real agony at the top of their lungs.
The truck driver throws the handle to the back truck opened only to notice something shocking in his own eyes boxes stored together that were labeled in pen he turns the flashlight on only to notice an unknown person moving back and forth laying low on the floor, sudden noise of loud banging coming from the far end corner where the boxes were one falling down dropping lightly to the ground the truck driver turns the flashlight on get a better view it was going to be difficult who the real person really was and why that person was in the truck the white rounded light slowly focuses he can see in the shadow seeing the whole thing right infront of his eyes the white light reflects on the unidentified's person's face blocking it's face viewing away from the flashlight only to have duct tape severely taped around the wrists the light focuses on the duct tape blood drips from it, lower limbs tied with crusted old ropes tied the ankles together in a uncomfortable position, blood dripping down on a metal hard cold floor
2 black unmarked NCIS veichles speeding down on the street of the neighborhood where the apartments are located one hell of an ride the driver pushed the pedal tires rolling around pass by some cars the neighborhood street area the black shoe stomped on the brakes causing the 2nd NCIS veichle to let out an screeching halt 3 car doors spring open 3 team members jumped out of the car one driver side springs open another NCIS member got out of the car in a regular way.
There were 4 members in one unmarked NCIS black veichle who were serious, prepared, and one was worried but tried hard not to worry put a brave face on the 4 NCIS members dressed in bulletproof kelvar vest printed NCIS on the front of their bulletproof vest in white letters also included m16 assault rifles, pistols and flashlights since it was cold pitch black out they had backup flashlights with them connected and secured to the pistol.
The MCRT members all lined up they were prepared to do this they waited for their MCRT leader one member had dark black hair, early 30s, wearing a white shirt, black trousers she looked serious, another member in the middle dark brown hair, close to being into his mid 40s, goatee wearing a blue plaided shirt, light brown pants he also looked serious, another member had gray hair growing in him, wearing rounded glasses he was not an agent but was there to help out he looked worried he tried to put a brave face on.
Their MCRT leader carried out orders to all 3 of the NCIS members and told them where they should go describing the address, section of the apartments in graphic details 2 special agents were taking the upper apartment the leader was ordering the main medical examiner of NCIS to come with him the black haired agent and the main medical examiner looked at each other with one quick smile even in the dark they can get a better look at each other before her and the goatee agent quickly scrambled passing by parked cars pacing near the front door of the apartment.
The MCRT team are about to enter into the apartment complex home the gray/white hair bearded man bashed the front door open with the sole of his shoe he leaded the NCIS team into the apartment that has the lower and upper floors inside one lower leads to downstairs one upper leads to upstairs the black haired agent and goatee agent hurriedly and scrambled quickly down to the lower floors leading to a staircase and trails of ink red shoeprints the black haired agent shifts the flashlight to the ink red shoeprints reflecting on it
After Kasie gained and got facial recognition on the identifies of 2 or 3 people who lived in the apartment including a young marine who killed 3 people by slashing their throats the 2nd and 3rd victim were stabbed repeatedly to death as NCIS agents were scanning the areas spreading out with a backup partner of their own if the criminal was armed with a weapon quickly aim it at the NCIS special agents.
Special Agent Timothy McGee and Special Agent Jessica Knight followed the ink shoeprints that leads down to the staircase of a cold empty room heavily focusing their flashlights slowly trailing their shoes gently and slowly passing by rooms 201 to 205 the person Kasie was to finally identify the person, late 20s, brown hair, worked at the apartment home for several other people, manipulated others into getting them actual jobs that got them fired or kicked out he was not a nice man to begin with selling his own chairs online just to get money they had to find the room this criminal was in the rooms consist of 201 to 209.
Special Agent Alden Parker advances entering into the upper floors leading to the upstairs area his shoes bolting on the stairs his hand holding the pistol connected to the flashlight his other hand holding the metal black rail Dr. Jimmy Palmer follows after him silently panting the special agent follows entering into the place that leads to the upper floors of the apartment the doctor follow his boss's trails who makes it setting down one and one foot after the other one his black shoe pressed on the gray rugged carpet ground he looked up to the right than to the left his pupil eyes focused on the numbers of the room that consist rooms 221 to 229 his grip holding tightly to the pistol the doctor crept slowly near him from the view of his glasses he quickly took a look at the room numbers printed on the front door entrance looking back left and right door to door.
Barnes quickly stepped into the room he quickly took a peek out the window viewing the outside of the apartment before closing it again turned around he pounded the table hitting his hand on the table he quickly walked away fast passing by a lamp that fell on a white carpet nearly grabbing his hair but instead he grabbed his ears trying to tear it apart he screamed in frustration he quickly scrambled on one feet to one hand he ran into the pitch black darkness running into his bedroom until coming out he ran into the kitchen opening the drawer he quickly threw his hands in there quickly searching for something.
He kicked his black shoe against the drawer in frustration he yelled "HOW COULD THEY DO THIS TO ME!" before pounding his other fist inside of the drawer he put his teeth against his lip biting it real hard he felt a drip of blood tasting it his eyes started to turn red he pulled out a firearm he grabbed a new magazine handle from his pants pocket he pulled it in securing and connecting the black firearm together he examined it for a moment with his very own eyes.
"BARNES!" He heard excessive pounding on his front apartment door he turned around his eyes focused on the front door that was banging brutally he heard yelling hearing the yelling coming from the outside of his apartment his eardrum heard it he felt the vibration of it as it started to become even more worse every minute his eardrum keep on hearing sounds of pounding loud excessive pounding he can hear fists pounding on the desk brutally and hard nearly made him jump to the point he was going to do something to his eardrums to stop the noises "SHUT UP!"
"SHUT THE HELL UP." He yelled at the top of his lungs
"OPEN THE DOOR." Parker shouted banging on the front door to his apartment
He quickly gets up from the ground scrambling quickly to the living room he hits himself against the wall he started to get easily frustrated he gripped the pistol tightly he threw it against the wall running up to that front door and started to pound on it causing loud echoes of banging outside of the apartment hallway Agent Parker and Dr. Palmer cleared the hallway double check to see if anyone was there Parker went back up against the wall of apartment near the front door he looked across the front door and he scanned the doorknob slowly takes the doorknob clutching and hang on the doorknob while his ears heard a struggle going on raising his shoe up pistol against the door gripped to his hand the other one hanging to the doorknob the sole of his shoe went into striking the door open loud echoing and banging heard.
This loud and echoing booming quickly startled him in surprise or in fear it was unknown he quickly scrambled to the floor slipping on one foot he quickly stands up but failed to his shoe stepped on a black lace his hand touching the seat of a wooden chair his heart beating pacing and faster, chest tightened, his hands and legs acting frantic every time he tried to run he didn't act the right way or calm not even emotionless