The agents cautiously walked in, careful not to attract attention, as this place, efficiently large, was also equipped with watchtowers and guards.
The soldiers waited patiently for the intruder light to pass them before sprinting to the other side, their intrusion was perfectly covered; thanks to the black overall that they all wore and the compliment of the night's blanketing shade.
Grey faced them before nodding, they nodded back. And then, three agents made the run for the building while Grey followed in suit; leaving the other agents to cover them in case they were spotted by one of the patrols.
And as fate would have it, one of the guard patrolling the roof sighted them and was aiming to raise an alarm, but not before a bullet found its way to his neck.
Falling him to the ground with a thud; the silencer at work to mask the sound.
Two more guards on the watchtower sighted them after being alerted by the thudding sounds, but unfortunately they didn't raise an alarm, they were ready to take the glory of capturing the intruders to themselves.
Two bullets hit them and they fell on their patrol tower dead.
Grey walked into the entrance of the building, she took her hand on the knob of the door, and mysteriously, the door was opened.
She and the other agents moved in, closing the door behind after they had successfully infiltrated.
Their anxiousness was levelled when a melodic music was playing on a stereo from somewhere within the building. They walked past the halls, gunning down the numerous guards that crossed their path.
Grey held onto her comm, "Jacob?"
*He is just 3'0 clock ahead you*
She moved forward with the others, before turning to her left to see a large beautiful living room. Where a small fountain housed in the middle, beautiful curtains hung on almost everywhere around; couches were positioned circularly as they could all now see the stereo that was playing the music.
Grey sighted a familiar figure in the middle of this, sipping from his wine and stroking his neck; he turned back to see them. Grey almost trembled on seeing his face, he was really alive.
Corover Criux was really alive!
•
The black bag was released from his head, followed by a good doze of bucket water that was enough to wake him up. He looked around slowly, before struggling angrily with the chair he was chained to.
"Look who's awake." Scott said, he turned to face him.
Anthony looked at the man, and around; he could see no one but him and the man, "The lady..."
"A façade. An element that really works for most men, even me." Scott smiled with an obvious quip.
Anthony gazed at him in confusion, before going into another bout of struggle.
"Nah, nah, nah. See this?" He took out a gun from his pocket, "I don't use this much, except to torture though."
Anthony rested back on the chair in resignment, "I know you, you are that spy. Do you have any idea of what you've done? Of who you are swindling with?"
"Very." Scott said, he took a metallic chair from the wall beside and sat on it, just centimeters from him, "If you are going to ask where you are. You are in a warehouse near the 93rd avenue of Richardson, just twelve streets from your party. Which means in exactly five minutes, your guests will realize you are gone and start looking for you. They'll phone the police in probably seven minutes time. Who will have a hard time finding you. But of course, you have your phone, you could just call them and tell them the address, or perhaps not. I won't stop you."
"Can I?" He asked in suspicion and disbelief.
"Yeah, of course." Scott stood up and went to his back, before releasing him from the chain. Anthony, out of arrogance and desperation, immediately elbowed Scott's nose, causing him to bleed.
He then darted for the door, yelping for help. His scream stopping when he stepped on something and a beep came on, his eyes widened as he recognized it.
"Floor mines, you bastard!!" Anthony cursed as he stood still.
Scott cleaned his nose, "Bastard? Is that what you think I am?" He grinned and walked in front of him, "You move, and you die. Even the military can't save you from this one, the only way it can be stopped is by this." He raised a remote control.
"Why are you doing this?" The old man pleaded.
"The Terrors, the girls, where are you and your brother keeping them?"
"I can't, look we could sort this out. Please, I have a daughter."
Scott moved close to him, "Daughter? Have you ever cared about the daughters of those you've kidnapped, how many have lost their lives through frustration?" He punched the man, who used his whole strength to keep the position, while sobbing underneath, "Uh?" Scott punched him again, the man tried to keep his position.
"I only did this for the betterment of the country!" Anthony yelled, amidst sobs.
"Bett… Look, I don't have time for this okay, tell me where you're keeping them or, you try to maintain your bones for at least a few hours." Scott said.
Anthony screamed angrily for sometime, before speaking, "Afghanistan! Quarter base 4, under the Paramount duplex."
Scott touched his comm, "Did you get that?"
*Yes sir*
Scott walked to him, his breath touching the scared man's nose, "If I find out what you said was a lie. I will come for you, your daughter and your beloved wife."
Scott turned back and walked away, as Anthony's voice came in, "What about me? You said you would turn off the mine!"
Scott walked to the entrance and threw the remote, "You should have done your research well on mines."
"Why's that?"
"Mines don't use remotes." Scott grinned and walked out the door.
Anthony's face squeezed in pure anger, "You bastard!!!!!!!"
•
"Seat!" Grey ordered the man, who sat on his couch quietly and stared at the other agents.
"Grey... Agent Grey Quinn. I wasn't expecting to see you in like forever." He laughed maniacally, Grey heaved before hitting the downside of her gun on the corner of his eyes. Corover groaned.
"You killed them all, I watched you die." She said, as his laugh came again as soon as he was over the pain.
"You'd be surprised by how much people are willing to die with your face, just for some family sponsorship." He laughed again, "But you escaped, and you want to play hero uh. Well I have something to tell you, you are too late. The countdown will begin, just with my approval and then goes your girls." Corover smiled.
"What countdown?" She asked.
"The bomb kind." Corover grinned; but Grey couldn't help but smash her gun against his face again. A red bruise now reinstated on the part.
"Why are you doing this?" An agent asked.
Corover turned to her, "Peace my dear, peace. Power, premiership. You see since when I was a dear child, my dream was shared with my brother. Conquer everything, and that can only be achieved through war, violence, turbulence. Don't you see? Everyone wants to rule the world."
•
Scott walked past the several agents, towards his car, when Talia caught up with him.
He turned to her.
"So? Did he tell you?" She asked.
"The fake mine should keep him standing. And yeah, he said of Afghanistan."
"What? Afghanistan? We can't get there on time, not even with a plane."
"Luckily, I don't need one. Keep an eye on Criux." He said before opening the car and entering, he turned the car on, while Talia kept her distance away. Scott tapped a button as the car reformed to a mini jet like car with two hover fans below it that emitted a fire-wind element.
The car lifted off the ground before speeding at a very fast rate towards the now rising horizon, the speed almost knocked her off her feet even with the distance.
•
"Tell us where they are or..."
"Or what Grey, after all I am your captain and I give the orders." He sniggered like he was purposely triggering her.
"Do you know what they would do to you if they ever found out?" She asked.
He laughed, "You mean if they found out that a presumed dead soldier attacked me with some of her crew with no proof of me doing a thing?"
Grey was about speaking when one of the agent came beside her and whispered something into her ear; she nodded and turned to him now grinning.
"Looks like your brother had a different perception, one of our men is heading towards where you are keeping them as we speak."
Corover frowned, "Tony had always been a fool, but what was I to do, family matters uh. Well, if that's the case." He said and then gunshots filled the room. As several guards had ran in and were firing at them, killing them one by one in the process. Grey and a few ones were the one left untouched as they took cover behind one of the couch.
Corover was taken away by his guards, as he strolled out of his mansion, where his jet had arrived and was slowly landing.
Grey ran out at the time and shot repeatedly at the plane, which made no sign of even being touched at all. The plane sped away before levitating up and shooting off in the clouds.
She looked ahead to see the agents outside down too, she hit her gun angrily to the ground, panting in rage.
She touched her comm, "Corover escaped, we'll need a new plan now."
•
If you were probably awake by this time of the day and decided to look out your window, you'd see something that resembles a car, shooting past you that even your eyes can barely get a glimpse at it..
Although the car was moving at an unreadable speed, Scott felt no effect of the wind or frictional gravitation; everywhere in the interior of the car seemed perfectly normal.
*We have just crossed Asia, going west to Afghanistan*
Scott tapped a button, as the voice stopped. He gripped the wheel, as the car flew past countries in a matter of hours.
*
Less than seven hours later…
*We have reached Afghanistan, Heading for the Quarter base now.*
Scott tapped a button, the car revolved in the air and then landed rashly on the ground, before speeding off again in optimum speed.
*We have reached Quarter base, heading for the Paramount.*
Scott was busy driving at a fast rate that he didn't see a flashing missile heading for his car. The missile rammed his car, surprisingly tumbling it around several meters to the side, before the car finally settled upside down. Black smoke engulfing from it and some fatal wrecks.
Footsteps hinged closer, and stopped beside the car. That was the last thing Scott heard before he went into oblivion.