Bloodshot

Chapter 6

J. Edgar Hoover Building
          FBI HQ
      Washington DC
****Earlier than night****
" You guys did a nice job" Sir Eggers Buckminster commended and we saluted in unison.
" Thank you sir!" I dropped my arm and maintained my standing upright stance.
" Brace yourselves up for the next mission. You folks are going for a tougher mission, a day after tomorrow. But you guys need a lil' shut eye..... It's obvious. We'll start briefing by tomorrow, then we strike by midnight" He paced around and smoked hid French tobacco. "Understood!"
" Yes sir!" We chorused and walked out of the office.
We walked into the locker room and undressed, I pulled my bulletproof vest off. A bullet had lodged into it
"Swell!" I didn't notice. I had been so swift, I was wondering how I got hit.
I discarded the holsters and the SWAT uniform. I put on a checkered shit, black jeans and a pair of Nike air sneakers.
I shook hands with Vance and Kim Le-sung, bade them goodbye and glanced at Michelle.
She was such an aggressive maniac. -
I exited the building and stood by the sidewalk, waiting for Detective Caine to drop me off at my apartment, my car had developed a little fault and I had to leave it at the service center for repair.
Not much longer, the sky became gray, then dark and cloudy. A slight rumble in the skies told me it was about to rain. I decided to take a cab, I walked closer to the roadside and waved down a taxi.
" Beach road" I entered the cab and the cabbie drove off. I brought out my phone and decided to listen to some music.
Absurd - I thought.
The cab's radio was rather loud and a solemn music streamed pleasantly into my ears. I hummed and nodded to the music.
We were about a mile and half away from the FBI HQ when the cab pulled up by the roadside and two bulky men entered into the cab. I wanted to protest but the cabbie brandished a M1911 pistol and looked at me , raising a brow.
The guy in the passenger seat motioned me to keep mute.
" God-damnit" I knew I was in trouble. I have to act fast.
It was to murder these three now or my head would be on the chopping block later.
" For Christ's sake! What the heck do you want from me!" I yelled and the guy beside me thwacked me with a right hand.
" Just cooperate!" The driver yelled aiming the pistol at me. " Or I'll burst your head open. It's no toy gun. Don't test me, boy!"
I had a pistol in my belt holster but it was literally impossible to brandish it and shoot 'em all  in a matter of seconds. The guy beside me fetched an handcuff from his pocket and snapped it on my left wrist.
_Is this an arrest or what? Bet these assholes never knew who I was. I was a SWAT for God's sake!_
He motioned for my left arm but I shook my head, he growled and raised his fist to strike me again, I picked my phone from my pocket and smashed it into his nose.
He screamed in agony, his nose bled and his eyes ruptured.
I leaned back and kicked him out of the car with a double stomp.
He broke the door's latch and crashed into the road.
Yelling at every instance.
The guy in the passenger seat looked at me fiercely but I lashed him out with a heavy right hand punch. He stumbled back and fell on the dashboard, the driver on the other hand glanced at me several times. More frightened than confused. He had lost his gun and he was searching for it and manning the wheel at the same time.
_Three things at a time on high speed _
This dumbass would get us killed.
The other guy regained his balance and tried to grapple me, I turned him over and threw my left arm around his neck and pulled the handcuff against it with my right hand. I rammed my head into his and pulled more harder. Leaning back and making every ounce of energy count, then I heard his neck snap.
The driver looked at me and tried to attack, I sent an elbow into his face before he could do anything. He lost control, the car skidded roughly on the asphalt.
Caromed off a semi and crashed into an electric pole. The windshield shattered, went down and the car's hood crumpled, destroying the fenders and damaging the tyres. The crash sent me into the dashboard.
Glass shards ricochetted everywhere and the car shook violently.
It all happened in seconds.
I looked at everyone.
The driver was dead.
Dead as hell.
He was knocked out in that crash, perhaps, breaking his head because blood leaked from his scalp at a fair rate.
Heck! No seatbelt, no wonder he got himself killed.
I looked at the other guy. I strangled him like chicken, my death grip was still on him.
_ Chris Hemsworth's way_ I smirked.
It all seemed to happen in seconds.
Damn! I was weak. I got out of the car through the shattered windshield.
The door was too twisted to open. I fell on the road, crawled and staggered to the nearby telephone booth. I searched for Detective Caine in the number roll.
Gladly, I saw him and gave him a ring. He picked at once.
" Heyyo kid. Where you at?" He asked.
" Got into some shit recently. I need you to come pick me up" I explained weakly
" Where are you now?"
"Uhmm..." I looked around for the roadbill, It was just at the crossroad. I read it out and sighed.
" Just stay there. I'll be there in minutes"
"Okay" I hung up and exited the telephone booth.
I sat on the kerb and looked at the car's wreckage. I could hear sirens wailing from distant. Not much longer, Detective Caine's Mercedes sprinter pulled up beside me and he opened the passenger door..
I climbed into it and sat tiredly, panting and yawning.
" What really happened?" He asked staring at me.
I motioned him to the car's wreckage.
He stared at it for a while and scoffed.
" Jesus! Kid, you're a killer"
" Whatever man.... Can you get this off me, please?" I offered him my cuffed wrist, he glanced at it and picked the lock. Pulled it off my wrist and tossed it into the back seat.
" Let's get going" He popped the shifter and tore out of the scene.
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