Chapter Three: John Doe
“Nadia! Nadia!”
Sydney rushed over to her sister’s side, carefully avoiding the bullets. She saw blood running freely beneath Nadia and feared the worst. “Nadia?” she said more quietly, but clearly the voice of fear. Nadia groaned and rolled over.
“I’m alright,” she whispered.
Sydney helped her sit up and Nadia looked at her bleeding arm. “The bullet just grazed me. I’m fine,” she reassured her.
Sydney nodded and smiled. She quickly looked around the room, surveying the exits and entryways.
“Anyway we can get out of here?” Nadia asked.
Sydney shrugged, looking defeated. “The only way I see is through the door.”
Nadia glanced at the door and nodded, biting her lip. Slowly, she crept towards the door keeping low to the ground as the firing continued. She laid her hand on the knob and turned, just cracking the door enough to look out. Quickly, she shut the door and breathed heavily. “Well?” Sydney asked.
Nadia shook her head. “There are five of them coming,” she said.
“Did you bring any weapons?”
Nadia turned to Sydney and gave her a stern look. “Like I expected this?”
Sydney ignored Nadia and pointed towards the window in the room. “That’s our way out.”
Nadia’s eyes widened. “There? Sydney, they are outside as well!”
Sydney shrugged. “Well, we could stay here and wait for them to kick in the door if you like.”
With no time to argue, Nadia nodded and Sydney grabbed her sister by the arm as the men kicked in the door. Sydney put her arm out, protecting her face as they crashed through the window and landed on the grass hard. The men outside, who were reloading, saw Sydney and Nadia and shouted commands in Spanish. Sydney quickly stood up, regaining her composer, and grabbed Nadia as they opened fire once more. More commands were given as several of the armed men jumped into their cars and took off after Sydney and Nadia.
Feet pounding the pavement as hard as possible, Sydney and Nadia ran faster than either one had before. Sydney glanced behind them and saw that two black town cars were giving chase and catching up to them quickly. Nadia briefly turned to her sister. “What the hell did you do?” she asked, out of breath.
Sydney didn’t answer though as she ran into a parking lot, Nadia following close behind. Sydney pointed to a car in front of them and smashed in the window as Nadia did the same to the passenger window, unlocking the door and jumping in the BMW. Sydney easily pulled apart the console beneath the steering wheel and started the car up. Just as a man came out carrying several coffees, Sydney slammed on the gas and peeled out of the lot, the two town cars closing in.
“Hey!” the man shouted. “That’s my car!”
Sydney sped out into traffic, carefully dodging the other vehicles and looked in the rear-view mirror, spotting the two black cars. “Can you lose them?” Nadia asked.
“Watch me.”
Quickly changing lanes without looking, Sydney maneuvered the car onto the highway. “Where’s our pickup?”
“Just three miles from here,” Nadia answered.
“Better tell them we’re on our way,” Sydney said as the car sped up to a hundred and thirty miles.
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As Michael, Will and Francie walked up the stairs in an old apartment building, Michael couldn’t help the sinking feeling that something about this whole situation was seriously wrong. At this point though, there was no turning back. As the three finally approached the apartment, Michael laid his hand on his gun, just for reassurance as Will knocked on the door.
“Hello?” Will called out. No answer. “It’s me,” Will said. “Will Tippen. From…Los Angeles.”
Still no answer. Michael looked at Will and stepped forward, taking out his weapon as he lifted his foot and kicked in the door. The apartment was dark, and it smelled horrible. Michael pushed aside the urge to throw up right here and now. He checked every room as Will and Francie slowly entered and looked around. It wasn’t until Michael reached the bedroom that his suspicions were confirmed. On the ground was Will’s supposed contact, dead surrounded by his blood. So, that’s the smell. Michael holstered his gun and kneeled down to get a closer look at the guy. He was shot in the head with an automatic weapon from what Michael could tell by the wound. He slowly stood up and walked past the man, careful to avoid stepping in his pool of blood, as he looked around for an I.D. or wallet. Someway to identify the man on the floor. As he was searching through the drawers, Will and Francie walked in and Francie shrieked and covered her mouth with her hand. “What the frack?” Will cried out. He looked at Michael who only went back to looking through the drawers. “That’s him, isn’t it?” Will asked.
“Probably,” Michael said. He slammed the drawer shut. “Which leads me to believe this is more serious that the CIA thinks.”
“Why do you say that?”
Michael pointed to the man on the floor. “Because he’s dead.”
“So…he had information about Sydney and her last mission,” Will pieced together, “And someone else got to him before he could tell us…right?”
Michael nodded his head. “Most likely.” He looked at Francie, concerned. “Come on…we should head back. I’ll call this in.”
Will nodded and took Francie leading her out, as Michael took one last look at the dead John Doe.
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Sydney burned rubber on the BMW as she screeched to beside a private jet. Her and Nadia quickly jumped out of the car, leaving the engine running, and ran to the jet. Within seconds, the jet began to take off as the two cars sped into the private airport and surrounded the BMW.
Several of the armed men jumped out of the cars with their weapons trained on the car. But Sydney and Nadia weren’t to be found as one of the men pointed up towards the jet that Sydney and Nadia were on, just as it took off.