Hello, readers! I know, I know, I didn't post this chapter soon enough. I would apologize, but you guys are probably getting tired of my apologies for posting late so all I'm going to say is that there is no excuse. I'm busy, I got things to do, people to take care of. So, so sorry, this is late. But please keep reading, posting, following, and all the good stuff. Thanks again! :)
Michael sits up abruptly in his bed, drenched in sweat. He's breathing heavily, and his hand is holding his gun, finger on the trigger. Michael looks around the room for a second, trying to escape the horrors of his dream. He finally puts the gun down on his bedside table and lays back onto his bed. He tries to fall asleep, but he can't so he just stares at the ceiling thinking about his horrific dream. It had been a flashback from a childhood memory. His father had been drinking that night, and he had come home angry. Nate had accidentally left one of his toys in the hallway. Michaels dad tripped on it, and as he fell to the floor he had become outraged. He began beating Nate, and Nate was completely helpless. He must have been only seven or eight. Then Michaels mom comes in and screams at him to stop, but his dad begins beating her now. Michael had been out stealing groceries that night, because his dad was too irresponsible to get money for the family. As soon as Michael walked through the door and saw what his dad was doing, he immediately dropped the groceries and ran over to his father. Michael jumped in front of Nate and his mom, his arms out at his sides in protection. Michaels dad growled and raised his hand to start beating again, but Michael had slapped his arm, hard. "Don't you dare touch them." Thirteen year old Michael had said, in a dangerous tone. Michaels dad had stared at him with disgust and with hatred, but he just swore under his breath and walked away. Michael had walked back over to the door, picked up the groceries, walked over to the kitchen. He started unloading the groceries into the cupboards, pretending nothing had ever happened, as Michael and Nate just stated at him. Michael sits up in his bed again, and goes over to his fridge. He knows he won't be able to go back to sleep, so he grabs a cup of yogurt and pulls out the plans for the hotel. This is going to be a long day, He thinks, sighing.
Its 5:30 in the morning, but Fiona can't sleep. She cant help thinking about Michael. She remembers the first time they met. It was in Dublin, Ireland and she was robbing banks for the IRA while Michael was working undercover. She was sitting at a bar in Ireland, when Michael asked if he could sit next to her. Fiona had smiled and said yes, but then halfway through their conversation he asked her if she was a spy. She had stared at him, dumbfounded and wondered if he was from the CIA and had her figured out. Just as she was about to pull out her gun, Michael had kissed her. She smiles and shakes her head, tears in her eyes. "I love you, Michael." She whispers sadly into the darkness. "I love you."
Michael, Sam, and Jesse run down the halls of the hotel room. The were planning to go into Anson's room later that afternoon, but Michael had gotten a call from Nate. Nate was on Anson's phone. He had said that he needed help immediately and that Anson was going to kill him.
"This one." Jesse says, pointing to one of the doors. He then pulls out a piece of coat hanger wire, while Michael and Sam pant heavily. The door then clicks open and Michael bursts inside, only to find Anson holding Nate in a headlock, gun to his head. Michael immediately yells "Nate!"
"Not so fast, Michael." Anson says cruelly. "If you take another step, he dies. Now drop your weapons." Michael, Jesse, and Sam slowly put their guns on the ground.
"What do you want from us?" Michael asks with disgust.
"I have another mission for you, Michael. And if you don't do it, Nate dies." Anson replies, smiling cruelly.
"What is it?" Michaels asks. But Michael has his hands behind his back, and is hand signaling Jesse and Sam.
"I need you to break into the CIA and plant this chip. I need you to burn a woman named Sonja Black. She's the head of-" Anson starts to say, but Michael cuts him off by yelling, "THREE!" Anson is caught off guard, and Jesse tackles him, freeing Nate. Sam grabs Nate, but Anson gets out of Jesse's grip for a split second and shoots Nate in his chest. Nate drops to the ground as Michael screams and rushes over to Nate. Sam calls 911 for a ambulance, as Jesse fights with Anson. But Anson punches Jesse in the face and then holds him at gunpoint.
"If anybody moves, he di-" Anson starts to say, but he drops to the ground, a bullet in his back. Jesse, Sam, and Michael all look up at the building across the street where the sniper came from.
"You take care of Nate, I'm after him!" Jesse yells, running out of the room at full speed.
"Your going to be ok, Nate your going to be ok." Michael cries, tears running down his cheeks as he holds Nate's head in his hands.
"Can't...br...eath..." Nate wheezes. Just as Nate starts to say something again, three people come running down the hall at full speed with a stretcher. They load Nate on the stretcher quickly while firing questions at Michael asking what happened. The run down to the parking lot carrying Nate in the stretcher, with Sam and Michael running quickly behind them. They load Nate in the van, while Michael and Sam jump in the back with Nate. Then the van starts to move at full speed, and they start driving quickly to the hospital, Michael holding Nate's hand the whole way.
Jesse runs out the back door of the hotel, through the parking lot, and across the street to the other building. He saw the sniper run to the left exit after Anson got shot, so he runs to the left side of the building. Just as he rounds the corner of the building, he see's a figure dash around the other side of the building. Jesse races after him around the corner to find that it leads into a parking garage. He runs down the parking garage as he sees the figure run up to the next level. Jesse can tell that the sniper isn't trained in agility. If he was trained correctly Jesse thinks as he runs of to the next level after the sniper. He would have exited around the other corner near the fence. In a parking garage, I have him cornered theres no where to go. Jesse nears the other corner as the sniper starts to run slower, clearly out of breath. The sniper doesn't see Jesse coming, so Jesse runs at full speed and tackles the sniper to the ground. Jesse then slowly stands up, holding him at gunpoint.
"Don't shoot!" The unknown sniper says.
"Who sent you?" Jesse says harshly.
"No one." The sniper replies.
"WHO SENT YOU?" Jesse asks, more harshly this time waving his gun at the sniper.
"No one." The sniper replies again. Jesse grabs the sniper up to a standing point and holds the gun to his head. "Im going to ask one last time, or else, your dead. Who sent you?"
"Ok ok!" The sniper says trembling. "Tom Card. Tom Card sent me."