Elizabeth awoke the next morning to find Fisk gone. She remembered that he had told her that he was going on a special assignment, and would not be back for a while. Getting out of bed, Elizabeth picked up her cloths, threw them into the hamper out in the hall, put on some fresh cloths and went to spend the day with her mother and father.

As Elizabeth made her way out to her car, there was an uneasy feeling running down her back. Elizabeth turned and looked around the yard. No one was there. The feeling still lingered and that was the worst part of it. Elizabeth opened the car door and got in, and when she closed the door, she was shocked to see an older man in the back seat, holding a gun in his right hand.

"Good morning, Elizabeth. My name is Mr. White," Mr. White smiled as he pressed the gun to the back of the frightened woman's head. "I just want you to know that I mean you no harm."

Elizabeth turned her head just enough to look over her shoulder. "What do you want? Money? I'll give you what ever you want," she pleaded, but her plea was met by a sinister chuckle from Mr. White.

"Please… Don't play games with me." chocking his pistol, Mr. White leaned forward and said, "Just remember this as the day I spared your life." Then he put his weapon up, got out of the car and walked off as if he was out for a Sunday stroll.

Now Elizabeth was still shaken by her encounter by Mr. White, but she quickly recovered and called the police. Officers arrived four minutes after Elizabeth's call was made. Thinking that David was behind this, the police thought it best that Elizabeth be put in protected custody. She agreed and went with the officers to a safe house.

However…

"Just like clock work," Winston smiled as tailed the cops to the safe house. As the police cruisers got ready to turn into the driveway of the safe house, out of nowhere a white Chrysler drove up from the left and stopped right in front of the lead cruiser. The driver stopped, as well as the other police cruisers.

"What the hell is going?" Police detective Michel Swanson asked. His tone of voice made Elizabeth feel very uneasy.

The driver in other cruiser behind Detective Michel picked up a hand radio and spoke. "This is Unit 51, Unit 25 what is the problem?"

"We've got a car blocking the way." The response came in from the lead car.

Then Michel took his radio and contacted the driver. "Well, tell them to move" he said in a pissed off tone.

"Roger that sir" said the lead driver. Elizabeth watched as the officer in the lead car got out of his vehicle with an assault rifle and walked over to the driver window of the car. The other police officers watched him.

Now, Elizabeth wasn't sure, but this just didn't feel right. First, some old guy came and threatened her. Second, this just happened to take place just after Fisk left. It was starting to look like some kind of set up for something big. And Elizabeth was right!

"Excuse me sir, would you mind moving your car out of the way please?" the officer said knocking on the window. No response. He looked back up at the driver and spoke again, raising his voice. "Sir, please move your car out of the . . . BANG!" the officer was shot in the head from the window with a shotgun.

The officers that were still in their cruisers sat there, completely stunned to see one of their own get his head blown off. "What the fuck just happened?" Detective Michel asked in disbelief. Then the driver of the white Chrysler opened his door and stepped out. "It's killing time!" the driver said. Then David and members of the Ghosts of the KGB appeared out of nowhere, armed with fully loaded AK-47s. No warning was given as the assassins unloaded their clips on the unprepared officers.

"Back up now!" Elizabeth shouted to Detective Mitchel, after witnessing the event going on. Then from the right side of the street came a pick-up truck, inside was Ringo and Andrew. Andrew stopped the truck about a few feet away from the police cruisers.

Detective Mitchel quickly drew his pistol and fired a shot. His bullet struck Ringo in the chest, and he would have been killed if not for the bullet proof vest he was wearing. Ringo returned fire with AK-47. Seeing that he was in a tight spot, Mitchel grabbed Elizabeth and pulled her from the cruiser. The two of them were now using his car as cover from the armed assassin, but there was still others that were a threat to them.

But the assassins weren't the only ones there, Red was there on the orders by Fisk. He had told her to keep an eye on Elizabeth while he went to find his cousin. As Detective Mitchel was reloading his gun, one of the assassins jumped out from behind him and almost shot him, when his head was blown off from above. Detective Mitchel looked up to see Red at the top of a rooftop of a building right over the scene.

She cocked her Barrett .50cal sniper rifle. Taking aim again, she lined up her shot and fired. The .50cal round struck the white Chrysler's fuel tank, turning it into a massive fire ball. The assassins that were using that car as cover were killed by the blast, others there were standing near by were knocked to the ground. Red smiled as the police took this as their chance to fight back.

Winston looked up to see Red picking off his men, so he quickly went to go deal with the female agent. As Red lined up her shot to take David out, she was pistol whipped in the face and fell to the ground. Red tried to regain her vision, when he did he saw Winston standing there, smiling.

"You would've been one fine Ghost assassin; it would have been all simple." he said, aiming his .357 magnum at her face.

Red's eyes widened, as the fear of being killed washed over her. That was when he saw Detective Mitchel running in from behind Winston. He must have seen the assassin advancing on her and figured he had to do something.

"Heads up, asshole!" Mitchel shouted. Winston turned around to see the detective coming out from behind and hitting him in the face with a liquor bottle, smashing the bottle into pieces. The liquor burned as it seeped into the freshly made cuts on his face.

Winston fell to the ground with his face and upper body covered in the liquor and in his own blood. Winston groaned in pain and looked up at Red and Detective Mitchel. Even though he was in pain, Winston forced himself to smile. "Go ahead," he taunted the detective. "Arrest me, but I'll get out someday."

But to Winston's surprise, Detective Mitchel pulled out a cigar and pulled out his lighter. "Not going to arrest you," he said lighting the cigar and began to smoke it. "When you stand before God, tell him for me that I said thanks for sending an angel to watch over me," Mitchel said as he flicked the cigar at Winston's face.

"Oh, SHIT!" Winston shouted as he saw the cigar coming at him. Michel smiled as he saw Winston scream in pain from the ignition from the liquor on his face. The burning Ghost assassin began thrashing around, trying to put the flames out, he then took a step in the wrong direction and ended up taking a dive off the roof.

Red and Detective Michel hurried over to the ledge where Winston went over. As the two of them look down, the sight of Winston's burning corps was easy to spot. There was nothing but blood, fire and smoke.

The fight was now over for Red, but Fisk still had to find his cousin. He knew Mr. White was setting a trap, so the lone agent decided to trip the trap and bring the fight to the Ghosts of the KGB.

Looks like the good guys have won this round, but will they win the next? Will Fisk save his cousin from the evil Mr. White? Will David be arrested and be punished for his crimes? Find out in the next chapter.