Identities

Coming home

I came out of the shower and saw a Duffel bag on top of my bed with a wallet next to it, undoubtedly with all the information the hospital would need for now until I was out of here. Slipping into my clothes proved difficult I was sore and stiff I put on some Old Spice and finished changing I checked the side pockets and found my necklace, rosary, and watch I could always count on my men to know what I needed. In the front pocket I found the keys to my Cadillac Avalanche and I made my way to the main office to check out. When they asked me for my ID I found Anna's number inside my wallet with a picture in the back. So much for being casual, as I made my way to my truck I heard my phone ring. I hurried to my truck paused just to catch my breath and answered it was my mother, seems she found out I wasn't in bed this morning. I sighed deeply it's hard leading this double life. I started my truck and headed to the freeway turning on my mp3 and blasting the radio listening to You Can't Bring Me Down by Suicidal Tendencies and contemplating what went wrong last night

Deep down I knew, someone became sloppy. This meant I had to find out who and fix it before word got out. Being the best mercenary meant no mistakes and a clean yet ruthless reputation. I noticed the cars slowing and I immediately thought a car crash or some kind of accident. Looking closer it turned out to be a blockade, just my luck first the gunshots then the phonecall now this I can't catch a break today. Pulling up to the officer curiosity caught my attention by the half dozen officers and the two FBI personnel speaking amongst themselves. I asked the officer what all this was about and he responded by revealing a shootout last night followed by a blazing fire. I feigned surprise and asked how long ago but he became professional again and asked me to step out of the my truck. I complied only to see the men search my truck when I began to protest the officer explained that they were looking for a XCR semiautomatic rifle and a .44 pistol. I began to panic I never took them out of my truck! Then they all cleared away but what seemed the head inspector of the operation came up and asked me what I needed a rope and hunting knife for. The quickest thing I could say was hunting the inspector looked a little suspicious of me and asked what I hunted. "Oh well I haven't gotten my license yet but I figure a few bucks maybe a bear would sound nice," the officer smiled and said "Well now I like your moxy kid maybe I'll see you at a range. All I could say was sure thing and asked if I could leave now. The inspector waved me out and waved in the new car. I'd have to treat my crew for clearing everything out.