I look at my painkillers and the warning labels. "Well, it looks like I can't take any of these bad boys. I don't really want to be floating around in another dimension in a high speed chase. Oh well, at least we'll be home soon."
“I’m good. Let’s go.” Within ten minutes, the flight is booked and we’re on our way to the airport. It takes us thirty minutes to get there. When we arrive, we abandon the Sunburst in the airport parking lot. I make a call to our division within the FBI, and we decide to put our guns on a truck en route to a smaller airfield, where they will be transported. While we are waiting for the truck to arrive, three black ETKs roll up in the “Arrivals” section of the airport, about 75 yards from the Sunburst which we are currently unloading. Not a second before I sling the evidence bag (containing the briefcase) over my shoulder, one of the ETK drivers rushes out with a pistol. I immediately grab my MK11 and shoot the agent. As he falls to the floor, the remaining agents fling open the doors of the ETKs and begin to return fire. I take cover behind someone’s Roamer, which is now peppered with MP5 fire. Through the broken rear windows of the Roamer, I fire a couple shots. All miss.
Holy... Damn it! *I jump behind a nearby Pessima and land on my out streched arm* *I hear a snap.* *I let out a steam of swear words* Aughh! My arm! Jeez! *I pull out my Revolver with my right hand and shoot. I hit one of the guys im the shoulder before collapsing to the ground* Damn it... --- Post updated --- Looks like @98crownvic and @zestyfolfdude got cover too. Thats good.
“Son of a gun.” I jump into the bed of a D35 and return fire. I hit an agent in the arm, and he collapses to the ground. “This is not good, there’s a lot of these guys.”
“ @98crownvic ! Return fire while I help Brien! Got it?” I crawl over to Brien, and a quick look at his arm reveals it’s definitely broken. “We’ll get you back to the hospital soon. Hang tight.” I lean over the hood of the Pessima, and shoot two Agents, hitting one in the arm and one in the leg. I duck down to reload, and when I pop back up, another Agent is down. The remaining three are taking cover behind a cab.
I’ll go to a hospital in East Coast. The bullet was partially stopped by the vest, so thats fine. God man, I’ve never broken a bone. Damn it!
( It was just a car in the parking lot. --- Post updated --- Guess I’m not as graceful as I was 20 years ago...
“Yeah, that’s for sure. The last three guys are behind that taxi. How can we take them out?” Then, I see it. “The gas line!” A pipe snakes down the side of the airport building, right behind the taxi. I aim down my sights and hit it, and within a few seconds a fireball erupts.
(Like Brien said, just a car in the lot.) I see an airport taxi. "Guys, we might have a chance for escape here." I run up to the door and fling it open. "AgentCrowneFBISpecialProjectsDivisionIneedthecar" I yell out. The driver slides into the passenger seat, saying we're not going anywhere in his car without him. Whatever, okay. I wheel the car around to my comrades. "Get the hell in, we need to go!"
As the taxi that the agents were behind burns violently, I tell Vic to gun it. “Monroe Memorial Airfield. Quickly!”
Neato. *With my left arm hanging limply by my side, I pull the door open and sit down* *I then tear off my jacket and wrap it around my arm* Damn that hurts...
"Let's see what this baby can do." After about 45 seconds of cruising through the parking lot at about 80, we roll up to the airfield. "Let's go!" I yell. "Thanks!" I say to the cab driver. @brien_w, seems like you could use some pain pills.
A small Cessna is waiting for us. The driver looks startled as we rush into the plane, but is relieved to see our FBI badges. “Heading back to Firwood?” The pilot asks. “Yes.” I respond. There’s silence, and then I ask my friends, “Why did that organization want to kill us? What’s their motive? How big are they? Who’s their leader? There’s so much we don’t know.”
"It all connects to Parker somehow. I'm struggling with the 'how' currently. Did we get him killed? Yes, sort of. Are Kutt and Juddett out there, two of Parker's goons and right-hand men? If they aren't in prison for the rest of their lives, they could be behind this. That seems not incredibly likely, though. With my limited interactions with them, they didn't seem to be the sharpest bulbs in the drawer. It could be a big organization, though. Parker had a lot of connections, scary connections." I look out the window of the plane. "Oh, hey, by the way, what the hell happened to that black briefcase?"
