Yet against another week of twelve hour days had gone by and the young NCIS special agent was late paying his bills again. The time at the Georgetown Post Office was longer than it should have been on a Wednesday morning. Special Agent McGee glanced at his watch for the fourth time since he had arrived ten minutes ago. At this rate not only was he going to be late on getting his bill payments mailed, but getting to work as well.
The young agent took another small step forward as a man dressed in a Santa Claus costume left the front of the line. McGee gave the bearded man a puzzled look, after all, it was the middle of September, why would someone be dressed up as Santa. As Santa reached the door he turned to face the beginning of the line, impatiently waiting his turn. That's when a rather large African American woman shifted her weight and he caught a glimpse of another person dressed in a costume. Only this one was wearing a fuzzy pink Easter Bunny costume.
Two men who didn't seem to know each other, each dressed in a strange costume, seemed weird, even for this section of town. Instinctively he turned back around to see if Santa had left the building. His worst fears were confirmed when he saw Santa was still standing in front of the doors holding a BCM M4 CARB MOD semi automatic rifle. Before he could react he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. Now he knew that he was late for work.
"Everyone if I could have your attention please?" Santa made his presence known to everyone who hadn't seen him standing at the door. A few women gasped, one let out a little scream, but surprisingly the civilians were remaining relatively calm. "If you do as you're told, we won't kill all of you. Now, if everyone who was waiting in line, please line up against the window and the door. Leave your purses and bags in the floor." Some people jumped to his orders right away, why others hesitated, eyeing his rifle as if it was an illusion existing only in their minds.
McGee was starting to do as the gun men requested when the Easter Bunny appeared at his side.
"Not you NCIS, you're coming to the back."
He held up his hands as the giant pink bunny pointed his gun directly as his forehead. A million and one scenarios were playing through his mind about the possible outcomes. Not a single one ended with him walking out alive, but he had to remain calm. He reminded himself that he was trained to handle situations like this if he could just keep his mind clear. Gibbs and the team would know something was up when he didn't show up. They'd be on top of the problem in no time. All he had to do was his job on the inside. Which was prevent civilian casualties, figure out what the dirt bags wanted, and try not to die himself. If only it was as easy to do as it was to say, or think.