Chapter 7- The Fly's Trap Part. 1

Acquiring his books for school and placing them in his back pack, John felt reassured this morning that his life wasn't slipping away from him again. His protector was back and functioning, like the old Cameron that saved him in 2007, and Skynet didn't end up killing the engineer before they could reach the person. For once he felt they acquired a useful member on the team that could possible build them better weapons like the plasma gun they used before they time jumped. John hope the engineer could build it less then nine months. From his hectic life they may need the weapon built by tomorrow.

However, judging from her attitude, John noticed that Seen was different from Derek. Her mind set wasn't like his uncle methods in destroying ever last machine. Her comment in defending Cameron from Derek's out-lashing before, made John wonder what she really thought about the machines. Was it like his theory, that all machines are not evil or was she ordered to reprogram Cameron because his future self said so?

Walking down the steps, John saw his protector looking out the window as he smirked. His protector was surely back being the un-restless watch dog. About to head outside, he saw Cameron looking at something specifically. This caught his interest of what she was staring at as he quickly surveillance the house that nobody was around.

"She's outside."

Startled and embarrassed she noticed, forgetting that she was very observant to her surroundings, John looked at his protector.

"Huh?"

"She likes the sky." Cameron said.

Confused by her comment, John walked over to his protector. "What?"

John stopped at the window and finally understood her words. The engineer was outside gazing at the morning sky. Judging by her focus, she was deep in thought. Strange, he wanted to know what she was pondering about, the future or the surprise order that Cameron gave to her yesterday. Another thing that struck him as John remembered Cameron's conversation yesterday, how old was she. She looked to young, maybe near his age to be a Sergeant. How old was children required to fight in the war against the machines, John questioned.

Nervous, John cleared his throat. "Do you know…a lot about her in the future?"

"Yes," answered Cameron. "Sergeant Seen Watanabe assigned to company ERT Division Eleven under General Neil. Excel as a weapon specialist, computer engineer and your future self assigned her to be my teacher."

"Teacher?" John chuckled. To him, Cameron was still a lost child of trying to blend in with the public. "What she teach you?"

Cameron gave him a blank stare from his snicker. "To not be seen, to become a ghost."

Oddly looking at his protector by that comment, John was unsure what she meant. Was it for her to learn to blend in with humans or something else entirely different?

Placing gloves on their hands, Ellison and Madison walked into there suspects apartment watching their team inspect the place thoroughly. If they were apartment inspectors, the building would have been shut down. Every turn they went, there were violations everywhere. Ellison looked around the poorly maintained apartment. Paint pealing off, kitchen looked ancient, old green furniture which looked like it just came off the street; the place looked like a busted up cheap motel.

"What little girl would live around here?" Ellison asked.

He saw the two windows in the living room area were ducked typed. This was the first he seen in an investigation from a minor posing as a college student. He saw one of his men started to peel off each tape hoping to find finger prints since they didn't have any files on the girl to identify her with.

"Because of the high crime rate in the neighborhood," said Madison as she picked up a comic book on a small kitchen table and started to speed read through it. "If you're running from the law, it's a perfect place to hide. Cops could care less of what they see or hear around here, sad really. When cops don't even care, it makes our job even more difficult."

"Judging by the appearance of this place its been used recently, college textbook are over there," said Ellison as he stared at a large wooded bookshelf near a wall which he thought was odd to have in the apartment such as this. "She'll be back. They always do. We should stake the place out, just in case."

After one of the investigators took off the tape on the windows, sunlight shined into the once gloomy apartment. Madison walked over to the window and glanced at the top of the building across the street. Her cell phone rings in her jacket pocket. She takes it out and answers it.

"Okay, I will be there." Madison said as she closed her cell phone. "Well, Ellison I guess you're the first to volunteer for the job."

"What?" Ellison looked confused.

"I've been called in on one of my other cases I've been investigating."

"How many cases are you working on?" Ellison asked curious.

Madison walked towards the door and stopped.

"Just one." She smiled as her partner still puzzled by her answer. "Report anything unusual and don't engage if she comes."

"I think I can handle one little girl."

"A little girl with deadly guns," Madison stated. "Besides I'm responsible for you. Watch yourself. This neighborhood doesn't like cops…especially cops in nice suits."

Giving her partner a warning, Madison left the apartment. Ellison chuckled to himself and started to help the investigation team before they cleared the premises.

Walking into a large white room filled with racks of computer equipment of the highest sophisticated technology to date, a group of fourteen members assigned to the new project called Babylon; Weaver saw her new team dissecting the Turk's A.I. platform. It pleased her to watch collective minds working on a single purpose to strive for complete perfection. In her opinion, the Turk was going to raise the bar far beyond what they think at this early stage of development. People all around the world will be begging for their new technology.

A young nerdy slim looking man, in his late twenties, bushy brown hair with a name badge saying Brian Pitt saw his employer come into the room. He stood up from his chair and walked over to her, always feeling nervous around her.

"Hello Mrs. Weaver." Brian said politely as this alerted the others in the room working on the highly anticipated project she instructed them to complete.

Weaver walked over to the young man and then stopped in front of a rack of computers surrounding the Turk. The Turk had wires connected to it which was connected to many large servers. The information from the servers was disbursed to ten computers connected around it that analyzed the information to the work stations.

"How's the Turk progressing, Mr. Pitt?" Weaver asked as she crossed her arms staring at her new pet project.

"Coming along just fine Mrs. Weaver," said Brian smiling at her of the enjoyment in working on this project. "The A.I. platform of the Turk is learning fairly well and adjusting to the new wide spectrum of applications were introducing to it everyday. It's learning to assimilate the difference between organic and non-organics as test to tell us if it can determine the difference. Whoever thought of building this was extremely good. I wish the person was here then they could give us a little more insight of how he or she customize the…"

Weaver looked at him emotionless, knowing fully well what happened to the original designer of the Turk. This stopped Brian from talking uneasy by his employer glare.

"I didn't come here for all that, Mr. Pitt," said Weaver. "Will the first prototype be ready next month for the I. Q. party?"

"We're not sure, ma'am. I don't think we should rush the learning process of the Turk." Brian informed her thinking of the consequence if they push the process.

"Mr. Pitt, I need something to wow them next month. Make it happen." Weaver said flatly.

"Yes ma'am." Brian said.

Weaver walked out of the room, leaving the crew on her project. Her decision worried Brian on where the Babylon project was heading towards as he looked at the other team members having the same doubt as him.

Putting his back pack in his locker, not needing it for lunch period, John actually wanted this day to end quickly for once. Unsure why, he felt excited as this day was dragging on for his patience.

"Well if it isn't Mr. Baum MIA in class yesterday."

John heard a voice behind his locker in which he smirked knowing who it was. He closed his locker staring at his perky new friend chewing gum and smiling at him.

"Hey." John said.

"Is everything okay with your sister?" asked Riley concerned.

"Oh yeah," said John as this alerted him of the classroom situation. She must have seen the entire incident with Cameron and him in the classroom while everybody was paying attention to the teacher. "She has seizures sometimes when she fell pretty hard. The doctors replaced apart of her brain with a steel plate."

"Ouch," said Riley feeling sympathy for his sister's pain. "Must have been a nasty fall."

Riley smiled at him. "You're sweet for taking care of your little sister."

Riley always liked guys that cared for others and not on themselves for once.

They walked down the hallway as John smiled at her about that comment.

"Well, she's my only sister so my mother worries about her health which comes down to me to make her not worry." John replied.

"That's nice. Cameron and your mother are very lucky to have you around."

"You have no idea." John chuckled, thinking about his destiny, hoping to keep that a secret from her forever.

"So John, my friends and I are going to get something to eat and it's not cafeteria food this time. One of my friends lost a bet to me and they're treating me to lunch. So you want to come?" Riley asked hoping he says yes to spend more time with him.

John hesitate about her question. Though he really wanted to go but his mother said to stay with Cameron to make sure she doesn't have any mishaps like yesterday.

"I shouldn't go. My sister, she might worry about me." John said actually telling the truth this time. His protector might kill somebody if he was missing.

"Come on. Morris can keep her company during lunch period. It's only forty-five minutes. Besides Morris really likes your sister. All he talks about in class is the prom and her meeting his mother. Morris maybe a small guy but his heart is gold. He'll take care of her. Please." Riley showed her puppy eyes pleading with him to come.

John blushed smiling brightly as Morris could keep Cameron company until he got back.

"Since you're begging…Okay."

"Okay cool. Come on." Riley said excited that he said yes.

Both the teenagers walk towards the doors that lead outside to the parking lot.

At Wendy's, John was sitting next to Riley feeling out of place being around normal teenagers as their conversation sometimes sounded foreign to him. If it wasn't about the future, guns and training, conversations among others made him feel like an alien. Three of Riley's friends were having discussions about afternoon games, parties and prom. John kept quiet the entire time eating his burger and fries, actually hoping they don't ask him personal questions. However, the way one of Riley's friends was looking at him, curious, he may not be able to slide away from the questions as he hoped.

"So Riley, who are you going to the prom with? Pick a lucky guy yet?" asked her friend named Emily who was eyeing John the entire trip like a platter of food.

"No, not yet. Still looking." Riley answered.

"You keep looking, you're going by yourself girl." Another friend said named Mandy.

"So John," Emily eyed him. "Going to the prom with anybody?"

Feeling nervous, John sat up in his chair. He looked at Riley and then at her.

"I'm not really sure yet. I'll see when it comes around." John said and gave a kind smile to his answer. He didn't lie about his answer. In fact he wasn't sure if he would be alive around that time.

"Hey, your problem is solved," said Emily as John looked puzzled. "Riley's free and you're free so that make you both not free."

"Emily." Riley looked at her surprised and blushed that she would say that directly to John.

"What? Trying to get you a date, excuse me." Emily said in a loaf manner and ate her fires.

John looked away humored about Emily's direct attitude.

"Don't pay her any mind." Riley said softly leaning towards him as she shook her head blushing that her friend would ask that question.

"It's okay." John said

First time in a long time, John felt accepted in the normal crowd for once. Maybe coming with Riley was a good idea as he knew Cameron wouldn't approve of it from what she told him yesterday in English class about Riley. He thought he needed to start thinking for himself independently. If he was supposed to be the savior of the world, he needed to start doing things his way or he's not a leader. If only he could tell his smothering mother that his life would be much easier to maintain.

John ate a fry and then started to look around the restaurant watching other families enjoy there meal which brought some light to his heart for some reason.

Surprised, looking in the distance outside the window somebody caught his attention. The new member of their team, Seen, was power walking down the street in a hurry. John looked at Riley and her friends as they were talking among themselves. Oblivious to his sudden change of expression, John looked back outside. He wondered what she was doing in the area. John noticed her constant gaze watching her surroundings carefully as if she was being followed. He watched the engineer go down a stairway underground leading directly into subway.

Unsure what to do, John conscious wanted to know of Seen's suspicious actions. Was she being followed and she needed help. If she did then she was going to need backup. He did owe her his life, actually twice for saving Cameron, and would like to return the favor. Praying that his mind was jumping to conclusion, he hoped it was a false alarm. If Seen was in trouble, a long detailed report would have to be given to his mother as she somehow always find out about his mishaps.

John had to move quickly on this or he would lose her. He stood up as Riley noticed.

"You okay?" Riley asked.

"Yeah…I have to get something at the store close by while I'm around here. I have free period after this so I'll take the bus back, okay." John explained quickly looking out the window hoping she bought it.

"Okay then…I can come with you." She offered, not wanting to feel he was being left out of the group.

"It's okay. I'll see you in class okay."

"Sure."

John immediately left the food restaurant as Riley watched him leave.

"Oh hurray up and kiss him already." Emily said perking up her lips making fun of Riley's secret crush.

"Shut up, okay." Riley smirked rolling her eyes and then ate her hamburger.

Quickly making his way down the steps and into the subway, John searched the entire platform. Luckily for him it wasn't crowded from the time of day which made it easier. He walked around the platform and then saw her in the distance. Cautiously, John made sure nothing was out of the ordinary that was following her.

He saw Seen swipe a pass through and made her way through the other side of the platform.

Unlike Seen, John empty out his pocket, filled with change from his lunch and put them into the machine granting him access to pass on the other side. Practicing his following skills taught by his mother, John stayed at a safe distance to stay hidden.

A train stopped before Seen as she aboard it. Still keeping his presence concealed, John boarded the next passenger train. Standing up, he kept his eyes focused on Seen the entire time as she was sitting in a seat looking the other way.

John wondered where she was going. It was far from the house and this train ride only made it further away from his school. He hoped he would make it back before the end of his free period. He didn't need a telephone call from the school to let his mother know he was cutting class.

Sleeping in his car across the street from his suspect apartment, Agent Ellison has not acquiring sleep since he came back from San Diego. He's been running on coffee and sugar snacks for the past twenty four hours. Because of his human faulty, Seen walked right pass his car from across the street and straight into the apartment Ellison was suppose to be watching.

Cautiously, looking around her apartment hallway, Seen put on black gloves to conceal her fingerprints and then took out her keys. A quick glance down the hallway again, Seen placed the key into the keyhole and opened her apartment door.

Walking inside, Seen accessed the damage the FBI done to her apartment as she closed the door. Right off the start, she noticed the sun beaming into her apartment. She cursed to herself that they took off her duck tape and which she hated open windows. Her awareness went up as she had no time to play. Her objective was to acquire what she needed and leave before unwanted trouble come charging down her hallways on both sides, blocking her exists. One of the few things General Neil taught her was never be captured by the enemy, once that happens take a gun and shot yourself in the head to save other lives. One of the scary and efficient tactics General Neil trained her when facing the machines.

Seen paused, as she walked to her kitchen table. Annoyed, she noticed her comic books were missing. She was pissed wondering what police force does that. She exhaled in frustration as she wasn't finish reading them.

Shaking her head, she had to get focus on the task at hand. She went to her bedroom and went into her closet. A large black duffle bag was lying down in the corner. She picked it up and went into the living room, stopping at the wooden book shelf next to her TV. Seen went to the right of it and used her strength, as she pushed the bookshelf a few inches to the left.

Coming out of a shower with a towel rapped around his waist, the young man that was impersonating as Seen cousin, was coming into the bedroom in his apartment. His clothes were laid out on his bed as well as his laptop, having information on current killings in the Middle East. Quickly, he stopped in his tracks as looked at a beeper type device on his dresser as it was flashing red.

"What the hell?" He whispered and went to his window.

Across from his apartment, using the place as cover in finding his prize money, he saw Seen in her apartment moving a bookshelf. His eyes widen in shock as he cursed to himself. Fumbling and stumbling in his apartment he quickly got dressed wasting no time.

Under a minute in getting dressed, the man went under his bed and took out a large black bag. Placing it on the bed, he quickly unzipped it. An almost disassembled LT-M4 tactical assault rifle was taken out of the bag. Hurrying, the man took out others parts of the gun and began to piece it back together like a jigsaw puzzle, trained to do this in less then a minute from his combat training.

Once assembled, he placed a silencer and laser scope on the gun. He took the black bag, grabbed the little accessories in his room and went out the door, slinging the LT-M4 around his shoulder from the strap. He jogged to the end of the hallway and went through a fire escape exit door. Power walking his way up three floors to reach the top of the apartment building, he placed an ear piece in his ear and then place a clip in his hand gun, ready to go at any time if needed.

Opening the door as a gush of wind greeted him blowing in the north direction, the man reached to the top. He walked towards the edge of the building as his apartment building towered above Seen's building by a few stories in height. He readies his weapon as he finally found his target and anxiously ready to acquire it.

Behind the bookshelf, a secret compartment was revealed, which was actually used to be the closet to the original design to the apartment. Seen turned on a light as the once closet was transformed into a mini gun shop. Three different assault rifles weapons were mounted on the wall being standard addition used in the military. Grenades, smoke bombs, handguns and other highly technical devices were laid out on the shelves she made in the closet.

She smiled as the FBI didn't find her secret stash of arsenal, learning to never hide important things in plan site. Quickly, she started to place the weapons into her bag and dismantling the assault rifles hastily.

After taking several minutes to fully gather her weapons, she grabbed a small black box and placed it into the bag. She looked at her watch as it was time to leave. However, footsteps outside her apartment caught her attention as she halted her movements. She walked outside of her closet and quietly around the bookshelf. She thought maybe it was one of her crazy neighbor, but the footsteps stopped right in front of her door.

This alerted Seen as she gently placed her bag on the floor. She unzipped her bag slowly, not to cause any sound, and grabbed a 9mm handgun. She looked at the door knob as it started to jiggle as Seen didn't panic as her military training was coming into effect. She only heard one footstep and which the person had to be alone. However, unnecessary attention was what she didn't need at this point. Digging in her bag she grabbed a silencer and attached it to her handgun. Whoever this foolish person was she had to take them out quietly.

Guardedly, she tip toed her way to the side of the door silently like a cat, making little noise as possible. The door knob made a click as the door was pushed opened slowly hearing the creaking noise from the old door. Seen glanced down at the floor as a sneaker stepped into her apartment door, and then half a body.

This was her chance to attack. Using her right leg, she hit the back of the door with a powerful kick. The person's body slammed into the side of the door from the sheer force. Seen grabbed the door knob and quickly went to the door entrance. Without even looking and going on instinct and adrenalin, she did a frontal kick to the person's chest as they went backwards straight to the opponent side of the wall in the hallway.

Seen raised her gun about to shot the person in the limbs to immobilize her opponent but her eyes widen, surprised by who she kicked.

"John!"

She placed her gun in her right hand seeing John out of breath trying to stand up from her double attack. She went to his aid.

"What are you doing here?!" She asked as she looked down both sides of the hallway making sure he wasn't followed.

"Nice…to…meet you too." John said still trying to catch his breath. It felt like bat just hit him in the chest from the pain of just her kick.

"Sorry. You really shouldn't sneak up on people." She apologized.

Seen helped him off the floor and took him into her apartment.

John looked around her apartment but held his chest knowing it was going to have a bruise mark the next day or the next hour judging by the force from that attack.

Many questions ran through her mind of what he was doing here and how did he find her apartment. Was she slipping that bad or was John good at following, she asked herself. However, one question did come to mind as she noticed he wasn't with a particular person or machine.

"Where's Cameron?" Seen asked curious.

"Why?" John said finally looking at her straight.

"The reason why yourself sent her back was to protect you. Not only the fact that you're talking to me, but it's one o'clock in the afternoon. Unless you have an early day, you're supposed to be in school." Seen explained, now she started to panic. She knew how the school system worked in this time. If a child skipped class the teacher would report it and the main office would call their parent.

From first glance, John's mother wasn't the person to cross when angry and she didn't have to test her to determine that, Seen thought.

John felt irritated by her comment. "Look, I don't need a babysitter every five minutes I walk, okay."

Seen shook her head as he just didn't understand his predicament or hers for that matter. She walked over to her black bag as they had to leave before unwanted visitors paid her a visit.

"Babysitter or not, I have to get you back to school before Cameron holds your school hostage until she finds you," said Seen. John chuckled as that was ridiculous. Seen seriously looked at him. "Why are you laughing? I'm being serious."

Seen zipped up her black bag and grabbed the straps. She picked it up and walked over to John. He looked at her puzzled wondering what was in it.

"Ehh…Seen is it," said John calling her name which made her looked at him. "Look, we only met for a few seconds but I don't need a babysitter. I can take care of myself if people wouldn't cuddle me like a child all the time."

Seen smirked in which he just proved her point. "You're right John, where not children but teenagers which make parents freak out even more. These are the years when teenagers do stupid things."

She kept her eyes directed at him as John felt annoyed and looked towards the ground. Why can't get away from everybody telling him what to do, he asked himself.

"I need to get you back to school. Come on." Seen said ending the discussion. Too much time has past and they needed to leave this place. She bent down and grabbed her black bag.

How the situation turned into this, John thought. Here he thought she was in trouble by her paranoid looks but in the end she wanted to get some clothing from her apartment since she's staying with them. It was a waste of time as he should have stayed with the group.

About to head out of the apartment, John looked curious at the back of Seen's head. A small red dot caught his attention. He lifted up his hand over where the dot was as it became visible on the back of his hand. His eyes widen in fear.

"GET DOWN!!" John shouted and quickly tackled Seen to the ground.

Silent Bullets, sounding like pallets, quickly fired off hitting the location where Seen was standing hitting the wall. Looking frantically around, Seen was confused where the bullets was coming from. She looked behind her at the window which was the sole reason why she covered it before. A small image of a person on the other side of the building caught her vision. She cursed to herself.

She let go of her bag and grabbed John's jacket making him move. More bullets were coming at them as the bullets hit the walls, wooded floor, and the furniture causing debris to fly into both their eyes, blinding their vision to see in the distance.

They were sitting ducks as Seen had to think fast. She needed a diversion to get John out of the line of fire as that was her only priority at this point. She saw her bag a few feet from them. What she needed was in her bag to create the diversion. She grabbed John and forcefully pushed him in the chest as he slid into the kitchen floor harshly.

Seen was about to grab her bag but bullet fire stopped her as she had to quickly divert her path into her bedroom, further away from her bag and even further from John. Seen looked around her bedroom, but diverted her eyes to the floor seeing sunlight coming into her room. She double cursed to herself as she looked at the window in her bedroom. Without even thinking, she dashed to her bathroom as bullets came through her bedroom window. She jumped into the bathtub and lay crunched up as her body couldn't fit into the bathtub of its size. Luckily for her the bullets where stopped from the old fashion concrete bathtub or her body would have been riddled with bullets.

Breathing heavily, terrified of what just happened in the past ten seconds, John hid behind the stove which was away from the shooter, as it provided the perfect cover. However, he looked to his right noticing Seen wasn't with him. He didn't have time to leisurely look around the apartment or his head will get popped off clean. He was pinned down and he had nowhere to go. He scolded himself again as he just should of stayed with the group.

John jumped, frighten when he felt rumbling in his jacket pocket. His cell phone rung as he frantically tried to find it patting himself down like a police officer to a suspect. He found it, which should have been easier to locate if his nerves weren't jumping around, and picked it up. He prayed it wasn't Cameron and definitely not his mother. Maybe bullets' coming from a silencer gun was better for him in taking this call.

Cautiously, he answered calming his voice down to normal. "Hello."

"John you okay?" Seen asked stranded in the bathtub.

John felt relieved that she was still breathing. "Yeah, I'm pinned down. Where are you at?"

"In the bathroom behind the kitchen wall in the bathtub," said Seen as she looked at the ceiling. "He's focused on me. I can't move anywhere…but you can."

"What?" John asked as he was in the same predicament as she.

"The black bag I was carrying, can you get to it?"

John looked to his right seeing the bag, however it was in the middle of the room, where the shooter would have a field day with him if he retrieved it.

"No, I can't. The shooter will shoot me."

Seen touched her head cursing to herself. She had to think of a plan quick or John and her was dead.

Slowly, noticing the shooting had stopped for over a minute, John cautiously poked his head out looking outside the window. Puzzled, John saw the shooter touch something on his ear as his lips was moving. John hope what the guys was saying wasn't going to happen.

"I think he's talking to somebody." John said.

Seen didn't need a full description of what the shooter was doing. It was part of his plan from the beginning. His main goal wasn't to shot her but to make sure she didn't leave the apartment.

"He's calling for back up. We got five maybe six minutes tops," said Seen as she was done figuring out a plan to escape. She hoped John could execute it correctly or they're done in five minutes.

"John, listen to me okay. I need you to follow exactly what I say."

"Okay."

"You see the oven near you?"

John looked behind him leaning right on it. "Yeah."

"The gas line is behind it, you can clearly see it. Your hands can go right behind it. I need you to cut it."

John looked around and saw kitchen utensils on the counter spilled over from the gun fire. He placed his phone on the ground not wanting anything in his way to acquire what he needed. He mustard up his courage and quickly went for the knife on the counter across from him and went back over to the stove. Just like she said it was easy to reach as he slid his hand in the corner and pulled the stove gas line towards him to make it easier to cut it. He took the knife and began moving it back and fourth rapidly. Soon a big gash was cut as he immediately smelled the gas coming out.

John picked his phone up. "Okay, it's done."

"Alright good. The microwave is above you next to the stove. Go near the bottom of the sink you'll see chemical products. Put it into it and put anything metal in there as well."

John thought about her words and then the part of him cutting the gas line just clicked into his head.

"Wait, what? Are you trying to cause an explosion?" John asked as she thought her plan was crazy.

"Yes."

"While I'm still here?"

"The refrigerator will save you."

John looked at the refrigerator in front of him. It wasn't the new stylish refrigerator one would buy from Best Buy or Home Depot, but an old fashion one that could stop the power from a shotgun. Now John started to understand her plan. He followed her instructions doing exactly what she told him, still being careful not to get shot.

He put chemical products, as some were flammable, as he also put in the kitchen utensil in it as well and set the microwave for three minutes. John crawled on the floor and made his way to the refrigerator. Opening it, he noticed it was a few things in it. He pulled out the steel trays, throwing them on the ground. He looked at the microwave hearing noise of sparks. Hurrying, hoping the microwave didn't jump the gun before he could finish, John took out the last steel tray and got himself into the refrigerator.

Violent sparks started to fly inside the microwave as Seen closed her ears ready to hear the loud bang.

As it hit one minute, the microwave exploded in which the sparks causes a chain reaction, from the gas in the air. A louder explosion was created as large flames came from around the kitchen area. The loud bang shatters all the glasses from her apartment, causing a shake in the building.

Surprised, the shooter zoomed in on the scope to figure out what happened. Whatever it did, smoke filled the apartment as debris was everywhere. He cursed to himself.

Startled from the explosion, Ellison woke up from in his car. He looked around frantic wondering what happen. Who got shot? Madison was right this neighborhood was bad, he thought. But smoke from an apartment building caught his attention. In disbelief, his suspect apartment had smoke coming out of it. He quickly got out of the car, and took out his gun, puzzled of what was going on.

Hearing skid tires from a car coming around the corner, Ellison saw a black van pulled up directly in front of the apartment building. The door's to the van flung open as six men came out halting automatic weapons in there hands as they stormed the building. Ellison eyes couldn't believe it; it was just like the San Diego police officer said 'right out of a movie'.

He needed to call for back up. His little pistol wasn't going to do anything against automatic machine guns. He mine as while go in with a bullseye on his jacket and say take the first shot. Making his way back to his car and he grabbed his cell phone on his dash board. His fingers quickly dialed numbers but kept his eyes on the apartment building the entire time.

Inside the refrigerator, John held his head. He wasn't positioned vertical like before as he felt the shift of his body horizontal. The refrigerator must have fallen over from the explosion, he thought. He cursed to himself thinking he maybe put to much chemical products in the microwave.

He heard rustlings from the door as his eyes widen. How much time past? Was the back up here already? Crap they were screwed as he didn't make it in time.

The refrigerator door was pulled open. John thought he was going to see a gun pointed at his face, but it was Seen holding out her hand for him to take it having a white cloth covered around her mouth.

"Come on!" She yelled out.