Crash!!! Flight-102

On The Run

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Smith Warehouse

Hans, Brian and Peter enter the warehouse, the warehouse had been neglected for several years, hence it was in a dirty condition, however, the place was well stocked up with supplies. There was a portable generator which provided electricity for the refridgerator, laptop and TV. A satellite TV dish had also been installed.

"Wow, you've really stocked up! When did you get all this stuff?" Brian asked while he put his suitcase down on the ground.

"Yesterday, when you took three hours to pack up that suitcase." Peter replied.

"There were delicate items which needed to be handled with care!" Brian retorted.

"Okay, that's enough! Now Agent Smith, how are we going to evade capture while everyone in the country is hunting for us?" Hans asked.

"The CIA is hunting us, but they will do it entirely by the book, and I've happened to memorise that book. Now I need to make some arrangements, I'll be back in an hour or so." Smith said and left.

"Can we trust him, Brian?" 

"Yeah, I think so, but if I were you I'd be worried about the favour which he expects in return. The bigger the sacrifice, the bigger the favour."

Hans slumped to the ground with his back against the wall, "I just don't get it Brian, just a few days ago I had a perfectly normal life with a great job and an equally great salary, and now I've nothing, I'm a criminal in the eyes of the law and the people when I haven't even done anything wrong! I'm not doing it for personal pleasure am I? I'm doing it to prevent hundreds from losing their lives. You'd think people would help you out with that, but no! You'll be tossed into a cell with no lawyer, and no rights. There's no point of doing this anymore, Brian. I'm going to turn myself in."

Brian replied,"Well, don't expect me to drive." 

"I'd expected some words of comfort, even though it's you." Hans said dejectedly.

"What do you expect me to say? Don't feel bad, everything is going to be alright? I don't know about that myself! But, what I do know is that you told me that you've lost everything by doing the right thing, if that's the case you clearly don't have anything to lose! So, what are you brooding for? We can't control how the government, or the CIA reacts to our claims, but what we can do now is find the bastard who's responsible for this, and nail him before he strikes again. So what do you chose to do?" 

Hans stood up and said, "Appearances can be deceptive can't they, I never knew you were this sensible, let's go get that bastard!"

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CIA Regional Headquarters

Chicago

"Sir, we've got the security tape of the camera facing the entrance!" an agent entered the room and said.

"Good! Play it." Porter replied. The video came up on the screen, it showed Peter getting out of the car and entering the building while Brian waited in the car. Porter is seen leaving the building and getting into his car in a hurry. After ten minutes, Smith returns, but this time with Hans, and they speed away.

"Try to get the number from the license plate.", ordered Porter.

"Got it sir! It's CDA 3566"

"Check whether it's been reported stolen."

"No such report sir, it belongs to a Mr. Duncan Smith from Schaumburg."

"Bring up Agent Smith's details from the database." Porter ordered.

Peter's details come up on the screen, "Father's name: Duncan Smith, resident of Schaumburg,IL. Ha! I'm going to get you, you little pest!"

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"Thanks for the help, Bob!" 

"Anything for you, Peter. So, how's everything at the agency?" Bob asked.

"Rather rough, in a few hours I'll be declared as a fugitive."

"Are you being framed?" Bob asked, a bit concerned.

"Not really, I helped someone who's being framed, it's a bit complicated. I'm telling you this because I trust you. I'm currently staying at the old warehouse, but I might take advantage of your hospitality in the near future. Anyway, we'll see about that later, bye!" Peter said, and left.

"Hmmm.... I should get as much as I can for this." Bob said to himself. He takes out his cellphone and is about to dial 9-1-1, but he's interrupted by the arival of a dozen police cars with blaring sirens.

Within seconds he's surrounded by cops with all guns pointed at him. Agent Porter takes a megaphone and announces, "You're completely surrounded, hand over the people hiding in your house!"

"But, there's no one here!"Bob exclaimed.

"We'll see about that, search the house and neighbouring areas." Porter ordered his men. They went inside the house and returned after fifteen minutes, empty handed.

Porter walks up to Bob, " You received the vehicle with license number CDA 3566 from Duncan Smith, is that right?"

"Yeah"

"Then, can you explain how your vehicle was used by Peter Smith to spring a prisoner from jail?"

"My vehicle; used for a getaway? Are you out of your minds?"Bob asked, surprised.

"We have proof, Bob. It's recorded on tape. Men! Search the vehicle for clues, anything you can find. Smith thought we won't catch up on the will part, but I was smarter. With the car in our hands, we can easily find out where they are."

Bob asked, "Car? Which car?"

The policemen returned, "Sir, I think we were fooled."

"Why? Is it not the same car as in the video?" Porter asked angrily.

"It's not even a car, it's a garbage truck."

"That's what I was trying to tell you, he only took the license plates, said he was feeling nostalgic. He replaced the old plates with new ones." Bob said.

"Did he say anything about where he's hiding?"

Bob replied," He could have, can't say for sure. What's in it for me?"

Porter takes out his gun and points it at Bob, "Peter is wanted, dead or alive, and you literally helped him escape, making you an accomplice. Your death won't raise many eyebrows. Want to know what's in it for you? It's your life! Now, I'll ask you one more time, do you know where Peter is?"

"He's in his father's old warehouse."

Porter took out his cellphone and called headquarters,"Hi! Can you give me the address of a warehouse owned at some point of time by Duncan Smith, father of Agent Peter Smith."

"Sure, which one?"

Porter asked, a bit confused,"How many are there?"

"Around forty"

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A/N.

So, that was another chapter of Crash!!! Flight-102 inspired by watching several episodes of CIA (LA,NY & Miami), Dexter and Las Vegas. Hope you enjoy it!

Also, I'm co-writing a new story with Danceurheartout. The name of the story is," Cyber Sleuths: The Case of The College Vandal". It's about three college students who investigate a series of attacks by vandals in their college campus. However, by sitting in the comfort of their dorm. Is it even possible? Well, it is thanks to technology. Please read it, and give your comments.

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