Unexpected 4: Digital Purge

Chapter 14: Rising tension

"Is that...27 David?" Hicks asked confused

"Oh God! Luca's gonna go ballistic!" Deacon said

"Why am I not surprised that guy's out to get us?" Hondo said angrily, "Couldn't get my team to turn against me, and now he's targeting all of us and our families?  Son of a b*tch gonna get his!" Hondo said as he stumped his left leg on the floor

"Wait!" interrupted Max, "So...you know him?"

"Do we!" Hondo exclaimed

"Yeah, he was sent to chase out Hondo here, team leader, after he went to the press to call out the LAPD for harboring racists cops." Hicks explained

"He came in but our squad -we figured out his plan- called him out, and he eventually left. Obviously not very happy. I just...never thought he would stoop so low!" Deacon said surprised

"Why not? Guy only thinks about position and power...we can't let them place him in office!" Hondo said convinced, he turned to Hicks and said, "He might just get what he has wanted all along: to get rid of our squad all together. Commander?"

"Hey!" Hicks called sternly, all men turned their gaze to him, "I wont let that happen. You hear me now?"

"So...what do we do?" Whitlock asked

"First, Max?" Hicks said as he approached the man, "can you help us? We have no form of communication, no intel, nothing. Plus, we haven't eaten either. Two of our teammates uncovered the dirty little secret in the kitchen, involving a deadly chemical they'll likely put in our foods, we-"

"Something like what my son is living." interrupted the agent, as he hung his head. The man was clearly suffering!

"Exactly!" said Hicks emphatically pointing at him

"That's why we need your help, lieutenant!" pleaded Deacon as he placed his hand on the man's shoulder

"If you can promise me that you will help me get Alejandro back, even if it is his body for burial, I will help you." the man said melancholically

"Max, listen to me." Hondo said as he approached and stood face to face with the sobbing officer, "You have my word. My team and I will do everything in our power to get your son back!" he said with a stern facial expression

The man took a deep breath, and between sobs, nodded his compliance.

On the other side of the building, Chris and Street arrived at the door to the room offered by the guard. The Marshall had staid behind, said he was going to wait for them in the conference room. If anybody asked him he was going for the same excuse from earlier. This time, the officers found the kitchen space rather quickly, however they stumbled upon a small problem.

"Chris, how are we going to smuggle this out? If they do inventory or even look at the cameras, they'll spot us."

"Not if we turn the lights out!" she said as she approached the light switch

There were in the same room as before, this time in front of the small window on the swinging door to the kitchen.

"Ok, so what's our plan?" he asked as they both stared through the window.

The kitchen seemed to be empty, and no voices were heard through that entire space. Pots, and pans were neatly tucked away, and the door to the storage unit was left unlocked, to the far left right of the room, about 15 feet from the door. The officers pondered how they would sneak in, get some bread, some fruit containers or anything portable coming from a can or bottle. They needed to carry enough for their team.