The Back-Up

With clear skies, as if you are looking at a mirror, with every star visible in the sky. The spotlight of the full moon shines down on the open field with blades of tall, light green, uncut grass, where two abandoned warehouses sit. The warehouses are a blight to the beautiful area that they pose.

Both warehouses have broken windows, rusted-out metal sheets, and barely hanging on doors. The power is still on, with one of them having lights on at the upper level. Some lights flash on and off like they are about to go out. Suddenly bright flashes of lights can be seen from outside as fast, and sporadic POPS are heard simultaneously.

Inside that warehouse, a middle-aged black man wearing all-black cargo pants, a long-sleeved shirt, military boots, and a thin bulletproof vest sprints down a corridor. This tall, heavy-set, shape man with short black hair and a beard with gray down the front of it dodges gunfire behind him. As the bullets around him impact, shards of glass, wood, and cement fly everywhere. Bullets zip past him, sounding like small sports motorbikes driving full speed. He quickly jumps and slides to the side behind a concrete barrier as bullets ricochet off the floor where he just stood. He pulls a black 9mm M9 Beretta pistol from the holster attached to his waist.

He peaks around the corner of the concrete barrier that he is hiding behind and presses a black earpiece in his ear. "Agent B, this is Agent D..." he whispered, "...I have the package..."

He looked back to the floor and saw a large brown envelope that he had dropped by his leg. Agent D quickly grabs it and places it back in his cargo pants pocket. Agent D presses his earpiece again and peaks around the barrier again.

"I need cover for extraction..." as a bullet ricochets from the barrier, sending pieces of it in the air, and scratches his cheek.

Blood starts to slowly flow from the scratch as the hail of bullets starts again in his direction. Agent D partially comes from behind the barrier, aims his pistol, and fires three times. When the gunfire stops in his direction, he runs down the corridor again.

On the opposite side of the corridor, seven British men, all wearing black business suits with white shirts, ties, military boots, and bulletproof vests with masks covering the bottom part of their faces, emerge from behind half walls, pallets, and other barriers. They return gunfire and start to walk down the corridor. Armed with military-grade AR-15 assault rifles, MP-5 submachine guns, and clear plastic earpieces in their right ear, all with similar styles of military haircuts, they begin to fire at Agent D again.

The last businessman, who is the Team Leader, wearing black protective eyewear and no mask with a high and tight buzz cut, raises his AR-15 rifle having the stock of it sit on his bicep, walks to the center of the corridor, and brings a small hand-held radio up to his mouth.

"We have his money, and now we have him." He said with an English accent, "He cannot escape. Chase him down."

Agent D quickly jumps behind a concrete wall with a window in its center as bullets shatter the window and send concrete fragments everywhere. He slides to the edge of the concrete wall from the floor and fires back at them with his M9 pistol—the group of businessmen ducks down, continuing to fire back at Agent D.

As the businessmen move tactically up the corridor, one falls behind because he is out of shape. The Team Leader looks at him and shakes his head in disappointment. Looking like he only ran a quarter-mile on the track, the out-of-shape businessman, with his stomach almost protruding from his waist and bursting through his vest, waves off the Team Leader, lowers his MP-5 sub-machine gun, and holds himself up, placing his hand against the wall.

"Pathetic." said the Team Leader, "How on earth did you even get this job?" as all the businessmen leave him behind, sweating profusely like a water fountain in Paris.