A conspiracy driven thriller involving money, guns, high speed chases, and outer space. Follow Micah Morris as he is incorporated into his older brother's high stakes mission against corrupt world leaders using satellite technology to gain power by...
Mitchel and I drove through the night and early morning without distractions or setbacks until we reached Cincinnati. The car had taken a real beating from the night before and we hadn't stopped yet to make sure it was okay. I was worried some stray bullets may have damaged it enough to cause severe damage, but our journey continued without car troubles. We drove for several hours on back roads and away from highways. I wondered if our car would be spotted but Mitch seemed to care more about keeping good time on our journey. I recommended we find a new ride, maybe even a rental. He wasn't fond of the idea. Aside from the lecture I got on tracking devices in rentals, his biggest concern seemed just to be making good time.
After a couple of hours of driving, we pulled into a run-down scrap yard. The place looked deserted, like the aftermath of an attack. Totaled vehicles littered the landscape with a high-covered fence surrounding the property. A large billboard-like sign hung crookedly over the main structure. The words written on it were almost impossible to read after years of fading in the weather. "Toni's Scrap" read the sign. I almost laughed when I saw it though. It was so faded that it looked like it read, "Toni's crap."
Mitch killed the engine and glanced at me from the corner of his eye.
"We're here." He said with a face lacking any expression but sincerity.
We walked around the back of the building to an egress window buried in the ground and below a leaning stack of tin siding. Mitch hopped down to the platform outside the window and slid the pane upward.
"There's no door?" I asked.
"Boarded up." Came the reply.
It wasn't necessarily a problem that we were entering the building through a window, but it did make the situation seem a bit creepy. Not that it should matter though because I did just skip out on reporting to basic training and got shot at in a high-speed pursuit. I bit my tongue so as not to say anything stupid, and climbed down to where the window was. There was a staircase built right in on the other side of the window. Once you squeezed through, it wouldn't be hard to find your footing and walk yourself down to the main level. I pushed myself through the opening and tried to get my footing.
But I didn't. I slipped off the side of the stairs and fell on my ass five feet below.
"Yep, I called it. He's gonna die here." A female voice remarked.
"Fuck off, Leah!" Mitch snapped at her.
"I'm just saying he can't expect to survive with us if he can't stay on his own two feet." Came the reply.
I looked up and saw a gorgeous, thin, blonde with long legs, round hips, and inviting lips. Her eyebrows were thin, and her eyes were like daggers. She wore tattered skinny jeans and old Doc Martins. She had a low-cut, white T-shirt that struggled to hold her large bust in place, and a black leather vest to top it all off. She reached down with her thin arms to offer me a hand up, but when she pulled, I realized she was much stronger than I initially assumed.
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