The peninsula hotel, Chicago, 7am.
"Room service, can I come in sir?" A waitress standing out the door holding a glass of champagne on a tray said as she adjusted the top of her dress slenderly.
" Come on in".A hoarse voice echoed from the room.
The waitress entered and screamed in terror at the sight of what she saw but in the next instance a hand grabbed her neck from behind and choked her up. She fell flat on the floor and the tray she was holding fell making a loud chattering noise.
" Goddamnit, you were supposed to get that, now we will have to do the usual. We don't have time, move the old body to a nice angle, we need to get out of here.
"Grab the case and let's leave". A lanky guy in a black outfit said to his companion in the room.
"We should jump out the back , thankfully they have a trash container." The lanky guy said as they rushed towards the back window on hearing thumping coming up the stairs.
"Ouch that hurt, you didn't say it was empty" The other said as she struggled to get out of the trash. "A little help here". She said stretching her hand to her partner who already got out of the trash.
"My back hurts like cra…." She was yet to finish when a bullet landed right in front of her. "Holy shit…" she screamed.
"There they are, get them and make sure they don't escape." A chubby man probably in his late fifties said to the hotel's security as he pointed at them from up the window. Immediately, bullets were fired at them which all landed either inside or outside the trash.
" Dang it, that was really fast, let's get out of here, there are too many of them" The guy said as he grabbed the girl's hand and ran towards the main road on the other side of the street.
" I've called the driver. He'll pick us up at the end of the road, we just need to get there unscathed and we'll be safe.
"He shouldn't hear you call him that you know?" He said giving off a short laugh.
They ran as fast as their legs could carry them with scattered breaths. The end of the street was a three minutes run, they had barely reached half the road when she missed a step and fell.
" Common Kathy, they are coming at us speedily, you need to get up now" Wilder said pulling her up real quick. She got up and they continued their run to the end of the street when suddenly a bullet hit Wilders left arm.
He stumbled while Kathy rushed to pull him up as he was panting heavily already on the ground. Just then a car screeched in front of them, It was the FBI's. One of the officers jumped out the back door and pointed his gun at them.
Kathy got really scared at this point and she could only hope for a miracle. She held onto wilder and then lifted up her head.
"You are under....." one of the officers who held out a gun was still speaking when a car from nowhere hit theirs.
Chase arrived in an Aston Martin DB5, colliding with the FBI's SUV. The latter hit the officer that came out the back and the others standing behind him really hard making them land heavily on the ground.
"Common, let's get the hell outta here". Chase said, jumping out to help Wilder get into the car while Kathy grabbed the suitcase and got in .
Turning on the buzz to the loudest, they zoomed off amidst the firing from the other officers that just arrived at the scene, some of them panting like they'd just been chased by a group of mad dogs.
"Inform the officers at the end of the road to stop the DB5. Let's move". The head officer ordered, then the other officers chased after them in their partly damaged SUV.
"Whoohooooh". The two guys in the DB5 screamed on top of their voices while Kathy grinned from ear to ear as they escaped the officers, all thanks to their expert driver, who made really crazy stops and turns during the hot chase.
"Whoooh, that was pretty close, but we did it guys, I'm getting so good at this" Kathy said as she turned and made funny faces to the empty space behind them.
"God… man can you go any faster? I'm losing a lot of blood here". Wilder winced in pain as a result of his injured arm.
And just then at the edge of the next turn another SUV carrying a bunch of police officers suddenly appeared in front of them. It happened so fast that Chase couldn't avoid a collision. But with his driving expertise, Chase was able to get the SUV in a pile of dunks and they headed for the Highway.
In the next few minutes, they alighted in front of building 25, North Wells street. Kathy held tightly to the briefcase and Chase aided Wilder, as they walked inside the building and the door closed shut.
As soon as they got into the building, Chase helped Wilder to the nearest chair, then ran to the emergency box and brought out a First aid box. He treated Wilder's arm with a little urgency, while Kathy watched, breathing deeply to regain her breath.
After attending to Wilder's arm, Chase looked up and asked, "Is anyone hungry?" As if on cue, their stomachs growled, and they all started laughing.
Kathy immediately got up and went to the kitchen to get some sandwiches from the fridge. "Where's the remote?" She asked as she handed the sandwiches to the guys.
"In the living room," Chase said, munching on his sandwich. Kathy went to get the remote and turned the TV on. The news was on, and they could hear.
"Police officers are still looking for a red Aston Martin DB5 that was involved in a car chase earlier today," the news anchor said, his tone serious.
"The occupants of the car are suspected to be linked to a recent bank robbery that took place a few days ago." Kathy and Chase looked at each other, their faces pale. Wilder looked up at them and asked
"Guys, are you sure we're not in trouble?" he asked, his voice trembling.
"We're not in trouble," Chase said confidently. "We didn't do anything wrong. We're innocent."
Kathy nodded in agreement, but deep down, she wasn't so sure. She knew that the police would be looking for them, and they didn't have any proof of their innocence.
They could be in big trouble. Suddenly, the doorbell rang, making them all jump. "I'll get it," Chase said, getting up from his chair. He walked to thedoor and opened it to find a man in a suit standing on the other side.
"Hello, my name is Agent Smith," the man said, flashing a badge. "I'm with the FBI. May I come in?"
"Sure, come in," Chase said, stepping aside to let the agent in. He led the agent into the living room, where Kathy and Wilder were still sitting, looking nervous.
"What's going on?" the agent asked, his eyes scanning the room. "I'm investigating a bank robbery that took place recently, and I have reason to believe that you may have information that could help me."
"We don't know anything about a bank robbery," Chase said, his voice shaking.
"We understand that you may be nervous, but I need you to be honest with me," the agent said, his voice firm. "I'm not accusing you of anything, but I need to know what you know."
"We really don't know anything," Wilder said, his voice breaking. "Please, you have to believe us."
"We have evidence that suggests otherwise," the agent said, his tone serious. "We have video footage of you in the area at the time of the robbery, and your car was spotted on the highway shortly after the robbery took place."
"That's not possible," Kathy said, her voice rising. "We weren't anywhere near the bank when the robbery took place. We have alibis that prove we were somewhere else."
"I'd like to hear those alibis," the agent said, his gaze intense. "I need to know everything you can tell me about the events of that day."
"We were at the beach," Wilder said, his voice gaining confidence. "We have photos and witnesses who can verify that we were there."
"And what time did you leave the beach?" the agent asked, scribbling notes on his notepad.
After several more questions and answers, the agent finally seemed satisfied with the information they had given him. "Thank you for your cooperation," he said, standing up to leave. "I'll be in touch if we have any further questions."