Chapter 27 -
Red Alert
For the past week, Damian and I been going through all the files, and
we haven't found shit besides a fucking migraine that won't go away. As I toss
the file that has become nothing but a blur onto the desk, and push myself
away. At this point, I rather wear a sandpaper thong than look at all that
paperwork. Despite many attempts to make sense of it all, we're still in the
same fucking place. We're no closer finding any kind of lead to bring down
Madam. Also, my mind is not into this bullshit.
The main reason I'm done with these files it because it hasn't led to
contact from one person that I wish was here. That one kiss has left me more
confused than a teenager boy with a raging hard-on inside a nursing home. I've
done some serious drugs over the years, but never knew fucking love would leave
me in such a bad shape. Love is the highest high and the lowest low, and right
now, I'm craving it like it's fucking heroin. I'm itching for that next fix so
bad that I don't care my next hit it's a fucking low. I just need to see her
face to curve my addiction.
He taps me on the shoulder and asks, "Want to take a break? These
numbers are making my brain fucking hurt."
"Might as well. We're getting nowhere fast."
As he stands up, an alarm being to blare out of nowhere as the light
inside my bedroom turns red. I hear a slam behind me, and as I turn around, I
see the windows are now covered by a steel plate.
He hands me a pistol and orders, "Whatever you do, do not open
your door once I leave unless you hear me say cheesy sushi."
"What the fuck is going on?"
"Parameter breach. Now, stay here."
He rushes out of the room, and closes the door. A second later, a steel
plate covers the door. I sit there with the pistol wondering who would try to
breach this place. It's out in the middle of a fucking swamp full of snakes and
gators with only one road that leads to this place, and the bridge is heavily
guarded. I find myself praying it's a malfunction, or a deer tripped a sensor.
The amount of firepower needed to take control would require an army to attack,
plus the fact the bridge stays up until a guard releases it means you either
have to have someone on the inside lower the bridge, or fight your way through
the muck. I take the pistol off safety as I keep thinking it's a malfunction.
I wait a good thirty minutes inside my dark bedroom in silence
expecting to hear gunfire, but there's an eerie silence since the alarms have
stopped. I sit there aiming the pistol at the door anticipating it to be knocked
down by the invading army only to be shot down by an assault rifles at this
desk. I almost shit myself when there's a knock on the door.
"Cheesy sushi," I hear Damian say.
I put the pistol back on safety and toss it on the desk as the steel barriers
slide back up from the door and windows. A minute later, the door opens, and my
heart skips a beat as Amber walks in. She doesn't say a word as she grabs the
pistol off the desk, and hands it to Damian. He closes the door, and she turns
back to me.
She utters the four words most men dread to hear, "We need to
talk."
