Hello. It's Thursday again. It seems like the week goes by so quickly, doesnt it? I feel like yesterday was just Halloween! Again, sorry for no post last week. Anyway, lets start with the story! ;)

"What do you mean the body is gone?!" Strize asks Michael, his voice rising.

"I mean its gone! When I left to find you it was here, and now its not. I even checked him, and he was dead." Michael replies.

"Well people don't just get up and walk out after their dead! This isnt some zombie movie! This was my promotion! Now you've ruined it." Strize yells.

Michael starts to shout back, but then he stops. They need to keep quiet so they aren't found.

"Strize, we need to stop arguing and find him. I am certain he was dead, so that means one of the terrorists must have found him, and taken him with them. Now all we need to do, is find the terrorists." Michael replies calmly to Strize. But just as the words come out if his mouth, he realizes something. None of the terrorists know that Michael and Strize are there. For all they know, Fiona killed the Russian and then ran away. And if they think Fiona killed him, they are going after her. He has to find her before they do.

"We should go looking for them. And I think it would be more effiecent if we split up." Michael lies, trying again to protect Fiona.

Strize nods in agreement. "Sure. But we better find that man, Westen. Or else I'll find a way for this to come down on you." He says fiercely.

Michael has the urge to say a retort back, but he doesnt. Instead he forces a expressionless nod and walks out the door taking a left, following the dead mans dragged boot marks.

Fiona stands outside of the door, contemplating her options. She could either burst into the room, and shoot the guards, although she does feel that would be totally necassary. Although she does like explosions, she tries not to kill someone if there is other options. The problem is the gaurds will probably be walking around in the room, not near the door. So that means the element of surprise is out of the question.

Or is it..., She thinks to herself. What if I knock on the door, shoot a few gunshots, make it seem like there is a commotion happening. Then when they open the door, I knock them out. And by the time the terrorists get here, we will be out of here! She pauses in thought for a few seconds, then realizes something. If we leave, then I won't be fulfilling my mission, and I will be demoted even more. But there is no other way, and we have to get out of here before they start killing people.

She decides this is her best option. She hides next the door far enough so at first glance you wouldn't be able to see her, but close enough so she can hit the guards with the butt of her gun. Finally, it is ready for action.

"Guys! Help help!" She yells in her best male Russian accent. She then fires her gun several times mimicking shouts and screams. She finally bangs her fist against the ground, as if a body has fallen. Then she stops abruptly, and everything goes quiet. She can hear distant footsteps of others running for help, and then finally the guards inside the room turn the knob.

"He-Hello?" They call out fearfully, scared of getting shot.

Wimps, Fiona thinks. Then she hits both of them on the head, one after another. She peeks inside the room, just to make sure that there are no more guards, and thankfully, there aren't. She walks in and all of the operatives start to talk to her at once. She starts to talk back to them, but then she hears the footsteps getting louder and louder. It wouldn't be long, maybe less than 60 seconds, before they get here.

"Shut up everyone! We need to get out, NOW! To the left of here is a staircase that leads to a exit. We need to go, and quickly! Follow me!" Fiona whispers quickly, and everyone gets up and follows her out the room and to the left.

She can hear the terrorists coming even closer now. They may have barely 15 seconds! Fiona holds the exit staircase door open while she makes sure all the operatives get through. Just as she closes the door behind her, she hears the yells of the infuriated terrorists. She smiles as she quickly but quietly jumps down the staircases, after the operatives.

Michael follows the path to his left. He jogs silently, making sure he doesn't make a sound or leave a single trace behind him. Just as he is about to turn around, he hears several gunshots, and yelling. Immediately his alert goes on, and his ears perk up. The shots seem to have been fired in to the left, instead of the right which is the direction Strize is in. Michael listens again for the gunshots, but he hears nothing.

Interesting, he thinks. It almost seems as if the gunshots were fake, as if someone was trying to make it seem like a gun fight was happening when it really wasn't. The shots were fired one after another almost immediatly. So either one person shot another person 4 times, or it was all fake. I'm going with the fake theory.

He starts to run in the direction of the shooting when he hears something. Running footsteps, coming in his direction. He finds the nearest wall, and hides behind it, holding his gun up next to his chin. The running is getting closer and closer. Michael jumps out in front of his enemy, the gun pointing at their face.

"Michael!" Strize exclaims, holding his hands up next to his face on impulse. "You scared me." He lowers his hands to his sides, his posture relaxing into a slouch.

"Strize." Michael replies. "Did you here the gunshots? I wonder what happened." Although he knows exactly what happened, he keeps it to himself. He needs to protect Fiona, just incase she had a involvement.

"I did! That is why I was headed this way. We should go check it out, like right now! We're wasting time!" Strize says, as if suddenly remembering why he was coming this way.

"I know!" Michael replies. They both run off towards the gunshots, both curious of what happened, but both equally terrified.