Confidential [ON HOLD]

10. The Elephant on the Road

Benjamin heard it before he saw it. And he knew to drop down to the car floor immediately.

The window shattered as soon as the sleek bullet came in contact with it. Shards of glass flew everywhere, but Benjamin was already on the floor away from the damage. C.J and Carson, being in the front, were not so lucky.

The duo in the front took cover as best as they could and as C.J passed Benjamin a gun from the glove box, he decided that he did not like the city of Winchester.

"Who are these people?" Benjamin asked while carefully flinging the door open, trying to make a steady cover. "This is the second time we're being attacked in Winchester."

Carson grunted as he tried to remove the air bag that bounced out from his face. "It's the same people who attacked you last time."

They were in the in the inner part of the city, but that didn't make it any less dangerous. Benjamin realized that only five minutes to the left was the college C.J was undercover in. The local gang, who he was sure was acting on someone's orders, were attacking them the second time and C.J the third time.

"Any plans?"

C.J turned back to look at him and said: "Don't get hit."

They all opened their doors at the same time, taking cover behind them as they got out. Benjamin heard a few bullets dent the steel of the door, but quickly crouched down. He peered over to try and locate their attackers, but he couldn't find anyone nearby.

They were on a fairly unused highway. Part of the reason it was less preferred by drivers, was that muggers, local goons, all of them stayed around this area. Carson, however, thought it was best to get home as fast as they could.

Keeping low to the ground, Benjamin rushed to the back of the car, crouching by the trunk, hoping to catch a glimpse of whoever was shooting at them. There was a brief moment where the gunfire had stopped—probably the person was reloading the magazine.

Benjamin let his attention focus on the bullet on the road. He picked it up and brought it closer to his eye. The bullet with a gold coat on the spear head of the bullet, made to cut through air at the greatest speed. The 9mm Gold Dot G2 was great ammunition for a standard hand gun. It was also the standard bullet that the FBI used for ammunition.

It wasn't hard to come by. But Benjamin imagined it wouldn't be so easily found without a license. And he knew for a fact that the black market was short on this kind of ammo.

Steve Anderson had told him that the new Director had skeletons. C.J and Carson also believed Richard Meyer was bad news. Benjamin knew that there were some corrupt people in the FBI with high positions of power. And he knew that some most likely colluded with goons and bad guys all the time. The CIA did. The KGB did. Blind Spot did—any intelligence agency did.

But he was sure that funding weapons and ammo for gangs and terror groups went a little outside agency guidelines.

A lot was said and heard about Richard Meyer. He was giving extra salaries to agents who did what he wanted them to do. He had a specific circle of trusted people in the FBI. He conducted unsanctioned interrogations and missions. And as Benjamin had recently found out, in his eight months of being the Director of the FBI, Meyer hadn't held a press conference yet.

Benjamin was sure there were good things about Meyer too and he would willingly search for everything about his career. But so far, the evidence was leaning heavily towards Richard Meyer being someone worth investigating into.

"I have eyes on him," C.J's voice came through another fire of bullets.

Slipping the bullet into his pocket, Benjamin directed his aim to where C.J was shooting at. Tow figures stood near the off side of the highway, shooting at them—particularly towards C.J's direction. In fact, the entire duration of the shootout, the bullets were mostly focused on the passenger's side of the car.