The Adventures of Louise and Dean

We Have a Situation

//Louise's POV\\ "Ok, it's officially broken." Dean stated, sitting down hard on the grass. "Oh, fantastic." I replied, looking at the door we had been trying to open for the last 20 minutes. We had found out our entry point was actually a hole in the ground with a huge metal door covering it. Here's the problem, the door's metal. The door lock is metal. It rains here, a lot. In short, it's rusted shut. Dean had been trying to get the lock open since we'd arrived but, on his last attempt to pull it open the latch had broken off in his hand. "We need some kind of lubricant." Jack said, also looking at the door. "Yeah, maybe one of the monkeys have some." Dean retorted. The walkie-talkie gave off a little static then we heard Parker. "Are you in yet? We are at our entry point, ready to move." I sighed and answered, "No, the door won't budge. Any ideas?" "Yeah," he replied, sounding irritated, "You have silencers on your weapons, don't you? Blast the stupid door open already and get moving." "Roger" Jack had already pulled out his silencer and attached it to his pistol. "Stand back." he said and fired. He blew off the lock and Dean walked forward to try the door. It opened on the first pull. "Ladies first." Dean said, grinning at me and motioning to the ladder that would lower us into an abyss of darkness. I rolled my eyes. "Gee, thanks." I pulled out my flashlight and picked up my backpack, then headed down the ladder. "Oooooohh, yummy!" I had reached the floor to find it was covered in water that came over my ankle and smelled like someone had eaten road kill and then thrown it up in a hot car. "Ooooo, I can smell it!" Dean shouted back from halfway up the ladder. "What is that?!" Jack called down. I shined my flashlight around. It was a long, concrete tunnel full of rats, whatever they were eating and (I really hoped it was just muddy) dirty water. "I don't think you want to know." Dean stepped down and looked at his feet, then me, giving me a look that said, "Why are we here?" I smiled at him and then turned to Jack. "Ready to go?" "Sure, why not?" We turned and headed into the tunnel. I tried to hold my breathe as much as I could. We finally came to another ladder and headed up. Jack led, then Dean, then I came up. We crawled out of the tunnel inside the walls surrounding the house. I supposed it was more like castle. "Ok, stay out of sight, I have the cameras disabled." Jack said and started towards the house, ducking behind bushes, trees and walls to say out of sight. Dean started after him but I grabbed his arm. "Dean, there's something wrong here. No way a poor group of rebels could keep her in a castle like this." He turned back to face me fully. "I know. But we cant just not save her. Come on, we'll talk to Parker and see if we cant figure it out." He smiled weakly and took off towards the house. I closed the door to the tunnel and followed. We snuck inside and met Parker and Lawrence in the kitchen, as planned, after taking out a couple of guards. "This isn't what we were told to expect, Parker." Dean sounded angry. "I noticed. This isn't just a group a rebels, not with this kind of firepower." Parker replied. He almost sounded apologetic. I had never worked with him before but he had a reputation for being hard but fair, loyal and dedicated to his job, but even more so to his team. He seemed to meet his expectations. I had done some research on him before we left. His full name was Dylan Parker, 6' 1", 41 years old, African American and was a man who could be your best friend or your worst enemy. The North Star had started calling him "The Calvary." "So, what do we do?" Jason asked. "We do what we came her to do. Rescue Carlota Diablo and return to base. Spread out, she's here somewhere." And with that, we grabbed out guns and spread out to search the building. It was like old times. Just me and Dean, sneaking around killing people. I had missed this. "So, what do you think of Jack?" Dean asked, out of nowhere. "Umm, he's...nice, I guess. Why?" "No reason." He hesitated and then started again. "He seems to like you alright." "I guess so. Like I said, he's a nice guy." I didn't know why Dean was suddenly so interested. We turned a corner to see about a dozen men standing outside a single door at the end of the hall. We ducked out of sight. "5 bucks says that's the room." Dean said. "I bet you're right. Half and half?" I asked. He knew what I meant. "Unless I get done first. Then I'll help with yours." he replied, smirking. "Haha, very funny." I said, unenthusiastically. "Ok, on 3. 1..2..." Simultaneously, we jumped out from behind the wall and took off down the hall towards the men. The men, caught off guard, hesitated before opening fire but that hesitation was all we needed. We both started shooting first and by the time they got off the first round, we were on them. //Deans POV\\ (For dramatic effect.) We ran straight towards them. We had pistols, not rifles, because they were easier to carry. I hit 2 and I saw 3 fall from Louise's bullets. We reached the men and I hit one square in the jaw knocking him back into the wall. I was a pretty straight forward fighter. I had grown up on the streets learning how to fight and I had been trained at the North Star. Louise, however, was a different story. She wasn't just a fighter, she was a martial artist. She ran straight at the first one and flipped onto his shoulders, her knees were sitting on his shoulders so she was facing the same way he was and she was using her elbow to smash against his face. After the second blow to the face he fell backwards and she jumped off his shoulders to the floor, right in front of the next soldier. She fell to the ground, spinning and knocking the mans feet out from under him, then jumped on him and throat punched him, jumping up to the meet the next man in line. While she was doing scissor flips and splits, I was taking care of business my own way. I preferred boxing to martial arts, mainly because I wasn't that great at martial arts. I was facing the last man on my side. I punched and he sprawled out on the floor but before I could turn around to check on Louise someone hit me from behind. My vision got spotty and hit the floor... hard. I tasted blood and then felt the mans foot connect with my abdomen. Then again and again. I couldn't breathe or see. All I could do was try to block the attacks. Then they stopped. I looked up to see Louise, her legs wrapped around the mans chest and her arms around his neck in a choke hold. He backed up and slammed her into a wall. She groaned but held firmly to his throat. I stumbled to my feet and yelled "Jump!" Louise jumped and I bent over and ran full boar into the mans stomach, then straightened up, lifting him off his feet and dropped him. He hit the floor and stopped moving. I looked at Louise. She had a split lip and bruised knuckles but seemed to be alright. "You good?" she asked. I nodded, still short of breath. "Let me see." She said walking up to me and taking my face in her hands, lowering it down to her level. She examined my head and said, "I think it'll be ok. You probably have a concussion. He hit you with his gun, not his fist." She let go of my face and looked at the man in disgust. "I'll be fine. You?" She smiled a bit, pretending to mock me. "Not a scratch. Come on, we have a job to do." //Louise's POV\\ We picked up our weapons and walked to the door. Dean took point and I stood beside the door, ready to blast anything that went at Dean. He looked at me, I nodded and then he kicked the door in. Two men stood beside a woman tied to a chair, and opened fire. We ducked out of the doorway. "I think they heard us coming!" Dean shouted. "You think!? On 3! 2! 1!.." and we both jumped into the door way and returned fire. The men dropped and the women sat there in shock. "Are you Carlota Diablo?" I asked. She nodded. She couldn't speak because they had her gagged but it was clear she had been crying. Dean went behind her and cut her loose while I took off the gag. "I'm Agent Titus, this is Agent Elliot. We're with the North Star, your husband sent us to find you." "Carlos? Where is he?" "He's waiting for you at our base. We'll get you there. Can you walk?" I didn't know if they had fed her but her cheeks were sunken in and her eyes looked hollow. "Yes. Where's Michael?" she asked, looked desperately at me, then Dean, then me again. "Michael?" When I asked this, her eyes filled with horror and her voice rose. "My baby!! You don't have him?? What have they done with him??" "Calm down, Ma'am," Dean said "You have a baby here?" he asked, clearly just as confused as I was. "My son! They took him as well! You must find him, please!" As she finished the sentence, her eyes turned back to me and I saw a look I knew well. It was desperation, pleading and fear. It was the look I had seen on Deans face when I was shot in the factory. I looked at Dean and knew we were thinking the same thing. "Call Parker. We have a situation."