Mister Nobody

Chapter 20

Holloway was 10 minutes out when he heard the first radio message come through. "Shots fired, repeat, shots fired!" One of Ralston's agents had radioed in to report the situation update. Gritting his teeth, Holloway looked out the window. "Goddamn it! Move!" The driver was going as fast as he could, but Holloway hoped that it could be enough to catch them. Finally, they made it into the city and stopped by the nightclub, seeing the blockade of squad cars sitting around the building. As soon as they parked, Holloway ran out the back of the MCC, Marcusson and Ralston in tow. Heading over to the surveillance centre, Holloway spoke to the agent. "What the hell's going on in there?" He asked as he stared at the security cameras feed that they'd managed to capture. Holloway could see a firefight going on inside, agents engaging bodyguards with several civilian casualties on the floor. "Shit! It's a massacre in there. Where the hell's DeLancie?" Switching around on the security cams, the agent finally managed to locate DeLancie and Blair, the both of them killing agents left and right in a massive shootout. "We need to get this contained. Call in some air support, we're not letting them get out." Suddenly, there was a large muffled boom from inside of the nightclub, which Holloway could see corresponded with some maniac firing a rocket launcher inside. It took out most of the security feeds, blocking their view of DeLancie. "Where is he, I need eyes!" Shaking his head, the agent looked at Holloway. "No good, sir. All our cameras are down." Speaking to Marcusson, Holloway pointed at the roof. "Get a chopper up there, make sure all exits are covered. No one leaves that building without us knowing, got it?" Nodding, Marcusson spoke into his earpiece to relay the orders to the chopper. "Contact!" Holloway heard being shouted across the street, and turned to see several agents pointing their guns upwards at the roof, along with the chopper aiming its spotlight down on two figures who were undoubtably DeLancie and Blair. Holloway's eyes widened. "Shit...move on the building now!"

Each of the agents began to surround the building, others trying to get to the rooftop from the inside. Holloway knew he couldn't stand by and watch this happen. He needed to act otherwise they were going to get away again. "Marcusson, I need your sidearm." Without questioning him, Marcusson took out the Sig-Sauer P226 pistol from his holster and passed it to Holloway, who placed it under his jacket. "Marcusson, cover the front, I'll get the back!" Running as fast as he could towards the back of the club, Holloway felt a gust of wind surge across his body as he looked up to see the copter spinning out of control and land on a squad car, causing it to explode and send several agents running. Putting up his hand to shield his face from the blast of warm air, Holloway knew he had to end this. Now. Running towards the back of the building, he put his back up against the brick wall, remembering his days of training at the academy that seemed so long ago. First rule, check your corners. He thought to himself as he peeked around, and saw the two figures from the roof climbing down a ladder into the alleyway. There was no time to wait for backup. Spinning out from around the corner, he aimed his gun at the both of them. "Freeze! FBI! It's over DeLancie, drop it!" He watched the two of them turn around to look at him, placing their hands up as they started to drop their bags to the ground. As he was about to call in Marcusson to arrest them, Blair pulled a gun from DeLancie's pocket and shot him in the chest, making him drop backwards to the ground, the alleyway pavement being cold and damp. Hearing Blair yell at DeLancie to run, Holloway groaned as he felt a dull pain in his chest. Moving his hand up to his ear, he coughed slightly. "Targets running, back of club..." A few seconds later, Marcusson ran around the corner, his eyes widening. "Sir! Are you alright?" He helped Holloway sit up, and Holloway undid his suit slightly to reveal the bulletproof vest he'd put on back in the MCC. "Not the first time I've been shot, Marcusson. I'll be fine. Just get them."

The bag bounced rhythmically against Jack's back as he ran through the alley, hearing the footsteps of agents behind them. The moment where Alison had shot the FBI agent replayed over and over again flashed through his mind. He knew he'd slain several agents inside the club, but something about him was different. Something about him stood out in his mind. He had no idea how or why, but he didn't want to shoot him. The thought went out of his head when he heard Alison usher him on. "Jack, move!" Emerging from the alley, he could see several cars parked on the streets. "Can we get in any of these?" He asked, and Alison shook her head. "Would take too long to hotwire." Hearing a car peel around the corner, he saw it was another squad car that had no doubt followed them. Pulling out his Five-Seven, he shot the windshield a few times, making the car skid to a halt. "Out!" He shouted as the agent driving opened the door and got out, his hands in the air. Keeping her gun trained on him, Alison covered Jack as he got into the driver's seat. Getting in, Jack sped off as he drove away, trying to head out of the streets and somewhere safe. "We can't go onto the freeway, they'll be waiting for us." Alison reached down towards the radio that was inside the squad car and turned up the volume, tuning it to the frequency that the FBI were using. "All units, target is heading out of Alcorn, set up roadblocks along the I-95." Jack knew they needed to get out of the city another way. Seeing a road that turned off into a more dusty and wooded area, Jack had an idea. "This could work! Hang on." He turned the wheel hard as the car turned off into the woods, the tires slipping slightly along the dirt road.

As they drove deeper into the forest, Jack could still hear the sounds of police cars chasing them, and he turned off the lights. "We gotta keep moving. Soon they'll have made this car and-" Suddenly, a deep voice on the radio interrupted him. "Jack DeLancie. Alison Blair." Alison seemed to stiffen up at the voice, but Jack didn't recognize it. He looked at her sideways as he kept driving. "How'd they-" The voice spoke up again, permeating the air of the car like a foghorn. "I know you can hear me on this channel. Broadcast your location and I guarantee this will be easier for all of us." Alison stared at him as Jack continued down the road. "Ralston." She whispered, and Jack's eyes widened. So this was the man that Alison had talked about, the one who trained them, the one who was supposedly his teacher. Ralston kept talking. "Jack, I have to say, you are performing far beyond my expectations, but what you're doing right now needs to stop. You've killed several of my men and injured many others. You're out of control, Jack, and you know it." Jack wanted to get on the radio and give Ralston a piece of his mind, but knew he couldn't without giving away their location. "You have to understand Jack, that there is no place in the world where you can hide from me. From us. Whatever Alison is telling you isn't the truth. Besides, how can you trust a person who you barely know?" Jack looked over at Alison, who shook her head. He knew that deep down, Ralston brought up a good point, but right now, Jack didn't know who to trust at the moment. Shutting off the radio, the car was silent and tense for a long time. Then, Jack broke the silence. "We'll ditch the car and find a place to camp for the night."