Mister Nobody

Chapter 18

Randall sat there for a moment after hearing Alison's incredible story, then scoffed a little as he placed down the now empty glass of Scotch to refill it. "So...you're telling me that you've suddenly had a change of heart? You don't want to kill bad people anymore?" Alison stared at him directly. "The Secretary of Defence isn't a bad person." Laughing, Randall went to go sip some more Scotch. "Ask the Republicans, they'll tell you different." Grabbing his wrist, Alison spoke more bluntly. "Randall! This is serious." Two of Randall's bodyguards behind him drew their pistols and pointed their guns at Alison. Jack drew his pistol instinctively and aimed at Randall. Putting the drink down, Randall put his hand up. "Whoa, whoa, whoa...let's not get crazy here." Turning to his guards, he shouted something in Chinese at them, and they both slid their weapons back into their holsters. Looking back at Alison, Randall spoke more seriously. "Let's get something straight. You've come to me for help so many times when you don't know what to do or can't kill someone. I've helped you with so many missions now, that your favour list is as long as my arm. And now you come into my club and have your little friend here point guns at me?" Scoffing, Randall shook his head and leaned back. "That's just bad business, Ali." Alison motioned to Jack to put his gun down, and leaned forwards, looking straight into Randall's eyes with her fierce blue ones. "How about I get something straight, Randall. You wouldn't have this club, those girls, or those thugs behind you without me. What I sold you can never be duplicated by anyone else except you, me, and him." She motioned to Jack. "If I hadn't given you any of that shit, you would still be the scrappy little arms dealer I found in Beijing. You owe me. You know better." Staring back at Alison, Randall paused before laughing. "Ah God, that's why I always liked you Ali. Takes no shit from no one." Getting up, he motioned to them. "Follow me."

The two men in suits had waited outside for a while, until they finally saw what they were looking for: backup. Several unmarked black cars had pulled up from the streets and surrounded the building, and the agent in charge spoke into his headset. "Bishop has given the green light. Move in on target building, go, go, go!" Several agents walked out of their cars and approached the front door. They shouted to the people waiting in line. "This building is being seized and raided by the FBI! All civilians will vacate the building immediately or be detained!" Everyone in the line immediately bailed, but the bouncer stayed. The agent in charge walked forwards. "Step aside sir, this is a raid." The bouncer kept his arms crossed. "You got a warrant?" The agent stayed in front of him. "I said step aside." Shaking his head, the bouncer blocked the door. "Can't let you in unless you got a warrant, pal." Suddenly, one of the agents stepped out from behind and shot a taser at the bouncer, making his muscles lock up as he fell to the ground and twitched as the volts of electricity coursed through his veins. The agent in charge spoke. "Front door, clear. How we working on surveillance?" Back at the blockade of cars, one of the agents was typing on a laptop he'd brought with him. "3 seconds..." He muttered, then the laptop screen showed every single security camera feed from inside of the club. "We have eyes inside. Scanning for suspects." Switching around on the feeds, the agent finally saw the two of them along with a man wearing a tie walking to a back area inside of the lounge. "Targets are in the VIP area at the back of the club. Expect heavy resistance." Nodding, the agent in charge motioned to two other agents holding submachine guns. "Watch my six as we enter." Kicking down the door, the agent shouted over the music as he pointed his gun. "FBI! Nobody move!"

In the lounge, Randall had guided Jack and Alison to a wall in the back room. Frowning, Jack wondered what they were doing here when Randall pressed a section of the wall which slid aside, revealing a keypad. After tapping in a five-digit code, the wall opened to reveal a gigantic safe room, with guns, grenades, ammo, and combat gear lying around. "Take your pick." Randall smiled as he motioned to the two of them to walk inside. Jack looked around, and again felt his senses kicking in as he could name every single item that rested on the walls. One in particular catching his eye, he pulled it off the wall to examine it. It was a Dragunov SVU sniper rifle, modified for close quarters combat. It had a holographic sight for close range, and a 4x scope that could flip up for longer ranges. Placing that aside, he pulled off a strange-looking pump-action shotgun off the wall. It was a KSG 12-gauge shotgun, which fired slugs instead of pellets. Less of a spread, but much more stopping power. Finding a bag, Jack loaded the weapons inside with several boxes of slugs and 7.62 mm ammo. While he was digging through the boxes, he came across a Five-Seven semi-automatic pistol, which fired 5.56 mm rounds, could carry up to 20 rounds in a single mag, and was a vast improvement over the Glock. Placing the other pistol down on the table, he started stocking up. He heard a weapon cock behind him, and turned to see Alison wielding an M4 assault rifle with a underslung shotgun attached to it. "Practicality and flamboyance." Jack smirked a little, then Alison tossed him what appeared to be a large brick. "Take some of these." Jack caught one and looked at it, recognizing it instantly as C4. "Never know when you might need it." Alison said, and Jack nodded as he stuffed some, along with some detonators and a bulletproof vest inside his satchel. Suddenly, Randall came running into the room and stared at the two of them with wide eyes. "We're in deep shit."

Jack was about to ask what that meant when Alison spoke. "Shit, how the fuck did they find us?" Jack looked at her. "How do you know it's them?" Alison shot him a sideways glance. "Who else would it be?" Knowing she had a point, Jack began to quickly load his shotgun and pistol. "Randall, you're about to have a huge fight on your hands." Randall rushed in and pulled a SPAS-12 shotgun off the wall. "You're telling me?! It's a goddamn firefight outside." Cocking his pistol and placing it in the holster, Jack sighed. "We're going to have to shoot our way out, aren't we?" Nodding, Alison slung her bag over her shouted and checked the sights of her rifle."It would appear so. Sorry to bring this to your door, Randall." Sighing, Randall shook his head. "It's fine, I could use the exercise anyway." Pumping his shotgun and chambering a shell, the three of them walked out of the safe, Randall sealing it off. "There wouldn't be any use in going out the back entrance, would there?" Alison shook her head. "No, they would have thought of that. We gotta punch a hole right through their front lines. Jack, you picked up some grenades, right?" Holding up a frag grenade that he'd picked up from his bag, Jack looked back at her. "See? I'm learning." Heading towards the door to the main part of the club, one of the bodyguards was looking at Randall. "Sir, it's not looking good. They're all out there, and our guys can't hold them off anymore." Randall shook his head. "It's alright, we're leaving soon anyways. Open the door." Nodding, the bodyguard cracked open the door, and Jack could hear the sounds of gunfire from the other side as Randall's men engaged the no doubt swarms of agents coming in. Pulling the pin on the grenade, he cocked his arm. "Fire in the hole." He said as he tossed the grenade through the door and took cover. A few seconds later, Jack both heard and felt the explosion as the shockwaves rumbled through his chest, being audible even through the soundproofed walls. "Let's go!" Alison shouted as she opened the door and ran out into the club, Jack following her.