Dicing With Death A Lex Jackson novel 2.3

Chapter 36: Radioactive

Arizona, Scottsdale

Jennifer Pov:

She grabbed the analyst by his arm as they darted back up the sidewalk through the crowd of people, heart racing. Her eyes darted  back, and forth scanning the area searching for any movements from anybody. Knowing that the Resistance or Russtech Ammunition would probably dispatch a team of assassins to kill him, she had to be careful. Yes, she had killed the woman sent to kill her asset, but that didn't mean that he wasn't safe yet. Her instincts were on high alert.

Out of nowhere, motorcycles roared down the street as they threaded the busy traffic at this hour. The gunman clutched Steyr AUG in his grip and opened fire. They dashed down the sidewalk and ducked behind the vehicle to take cover. The motorcycle slid into a truck, as the biker swiftly jumped off just in time. He brough up his MP5 submachine gun; and fired some shots as bullets riddled the vehicle with holes.

She knew that she still had seventeen rounds left. She sprinted out flat, and double tapped the biker in the back of his head.  With, all her might, Jennifer ran back over to the vehicle as she shouted. "Move it, we got move fast."

The analyst jumped to his feet as they bolted down the street. She could see PF Changs restaurant straight ahead. If they could make it  to her car, they had a chance. Glancing sideways, her eyes narrowed on the motorcycle coming straight at her. It figured that there were two teams of assassins. 

They cut through the alleyway behind the restaurant, darting  over to the parking lot. The assassin jumped off the motorbike; as he bolted after them, firing rounds. She pivoted and pulled the trigger, this time  firing a shot right between the assassin's eyes.

The motorbike came to a screeching halt as the assassin climbed off. The AK-47 hung on his person as he pulled the trigger and fired a burst of rounds. His eyes narrowed on his target; as he scanned the surroundings around  him. Panicked screaming filled the parking lot as people scattered, trying to get out of the way as gunfire erupted. She sighted her target but couldn't take the shot.

There was no doubt in her mind that Resistance would not stop until they put her asset in the ground. Whatever he knew about them and Russtech Ammunition must be vital, they wanted him dead. Finally she had a clear view of the assassin and fired a shot. The assassin ducked behind the vehicle taking cover.

Jennifer darted over to the vehicle rushing through the crowd of people. She got caught a glimps of the assassin through the mirror on the door. She knew that there was no of firing a bullet through the vehicle to take out the assssin, so she have to wait. Too bad she didn't have Remginton 700 rifle with her. She would have loved to fire a bullet a 50 caliber into the gas tank of the vehicle to blow it up and kill the guman at the same time.

She reached into her pocket for key fob and pushed the button  to unlock the door on the passenger side as she yelled. "Get in and stay in."

The analyst slid into the passenger seat and closed the door behind, all the while wondering what she was going to do? He was the analyst who had supplied The Resistance and Russtech Ammunition with certain details on certain things. He fidgeted as he bites his lip, thinking about how powerful the Resistance was.

The assassin fired some more rounds from his AK-47 as he lashed out from behind the vehicle, Jennifer saw her chance and the opening. She pulled the trigger, firing a bullet into the assassin's head as he dropped to the ground. She slipped her pistol back behind her jacket as walking over to her vehicle. Grabbing the door on the driver-side, she climbed in and closed behind her.

They backed out of the parking lot and sped down the narrow streets. She was going to need help to protect the analyst, she knew. And she knew who to call for it. She hit the speeddail on the phone that was connected to the Bluetooth. As agent, she had seen other agents from various intellignece serice works together on different ops before.

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Lex's pov:

My burner buzzed in my pocket I snatched it up and clicked accept button knowing that it could be Nicky, Orleana, Summer or Jennifer.

"Lex, I answered in a cool tone.

"Lex, it's Jennifer I got the analyst but I'm going to need some in protecting him. I was wondering if one of your agents Nicky or Orleana or Summer could me protect him."

"Yes, I'm sure one of them help you protect the analyst, I give you Summer's cell phone. Just tell me the location of your safe house," I stated.

"Goldwater Blvd." Jennifer mentioned to me over the phone

"Okay, I'll pass that over to Summer along with your number," I said as I ended the conservation on my burner.

Jennifer Pov:

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Jennifer drove through the streets passing, by some shops, art galleries, and ice cream shops on her way on to the safe house. It was becoming very clear to her that the Resistance believed the analyst was indeed a threat to them. She wondered what intel he had on them. She had seen summer in action before at the sniper course and was very impressed with her skills.

After a while they turned a corner as they behind some old building and parked. She grabbed the door handle and stepped out as she scanned her surroundings, making sure that there was no tail on them. The building was nondescript with a front entrance, a bullet-proof entrance. It had been brought by MI6 and turned into a safe house.

She strolled around and grabbed the door for him as he climbed out. Slamming the door shut behind them, they walked up to the side entrance. Jennifer entered the passcode on the sensor as it turned green, she grabbed the door as they entered into massive room.

There were large screens attached to the wall, down the corridor where to bedrooms and across from it was a kitchen. In the far corner, on the desk, sat on a computer probably encrypted with password protection. Although she had never used the safe house before, it always came in handy for her.

"Make yourself at home I'm sure there is some food and drink in the refrigerator there... I need to know what intel you have on the Resistance and Russtech ammunition," she said, closing the door behind them.

He fidgeted as his breath quicken. "What do you  know about the gold stolen from Saddam's palace and the shadows?"

"Not a lot, only that they were a special operations black op unit that had been disbanded. And the gold had been supposedly stolen by them... what does this have to do with the Resistance and Russtech Ammunition," Jennifer inquired.

"I was the one who supplied the Shadows with that intel on Hussein's palace...so you see why they want me cause I know to much," the analyst remarked.

"How does Russtech Ammunition fit into the gold been stolen?" Jennifer asked as he pulled out her Glock 19 from behind her jacket to clean it.

"Azalea Elizabeth Grey, was one of the operator for the shadows when they stole the gold back then; and now she's Russtech Ammunition weapons specialist. They were behind the Shadows," the analyst explained.

"There has to more than that, like who's running Russtech Ammunition?" Jennifer inquired, wondering what he was telling her.

"Honestly I don't know who's running it, first I thought it was the Resistance but now I think it's shadowy, powerful force," The analyst told her.

"Who's the shadowy, powerful force?" Jennifer question.

"I don't know who they are? I want to leave it that way," the analyst snapped.