《Beloved Protection from a nine tailed fox》Chapter 11: The devil's scheme (4)
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Kieren waited as he listened to the pair of footsteps leave the room. He slipped out from behind the screen and moved back to the computer and turned on the monitor. Thankfully the program did it’s job and he wouldn’t have to spend any more time in the room. After ejecting the USB, wiping traces of his infilitration and checking up on the commander and his “subordinate”, Kieren moved to leave the room.
Kieren brought out his phone and fiddled with the controls. After waiting for a few seconds he heard the sounds of tires. Unalarmed, Kieren moved to the wall across from the entrance guarded by the security team.
The door opened revealing the commander and his subordinates with thier guns drawn. Seeing a man standing in the room, they immediately locked on Kieren. From the walkie talkies on thier waist the team tasked to follow the car notified the room that the car was heading towards thier location.
“Incapacitate the intruder!”
Shots fired in succession at Kieren’s limbs as soon as the command was given. Kieren’s eyes turned sharp seeing the bullets fly at him. He stooped to the floor and avoided harm. However that didn’t faze the guards as they took aim once again. In fact, some even smirked as the target had limited his own mobility by laying on the floor of an enclosed room. In thier eyes this was a move made by an amateur afraid of getting shot by bullets.. Regardless, the trigger of the guns did not hesitate to release the loaded ammunition.
All the while the screams of the car outside raged throughout the school. The ruckus grew louder as it came barroling into the office. Miraculously the speeding car stopped between Kieren and the team as though it wanted to shield him from harm.
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(Right on time)
Blocked by the body of the car Kieren was able to slip into the back seat and made for a quick getaway.
“Attention all units! The target is escaping! Change in priority! Disable the car!”
A volley of shots pelted the tires from multiple directions.. As expected the tires couldn’t withstand the onslaught and exploded revealing the metal plates. The car started but kept driving away, producing an ear piercing sound of grating metal and streams of sparks flying in its wake.
“Commander! The target cannot be stopped! Requesting permission to kill!”
“Permission granted!”
(Not good!)
He searched the rooftops and key vantage points for potential snipers that might have appeared in the short interval he was in the room. Although he checked the perimeter before he started his infiltration, in regards to his life he was not going to take any chances. Thankfully nobody was taking aim at him from afar so he only had to deal with his immediate vicinity.
He shrunk himself against the seat and made sure his body was as small as possible. Bullets whizzed across his face and exited through to the other side of the vehicle. Bracing himself he shifted the phone and worked the controls; the car drifted in one direction, then the next before finally deciding to violently spin towards the gated entrance.
(ugh. I hate using this escape plan. My head is starting to get dizzy. If I could, I wouldn’t use this method to get away!)
“Move to surround the gate entrance! When the vehicle crashes, surround it and make sure the infiltrator can’t escape!”
The guards were vigilant as they surrounded the car and aimed at the warped doors of the vehicle. Based on the impact they could expect the target to be disorientated but at the same time the target was a cornered animal and desperation was a dangerous yet powerful weapon.
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They waited but nobody came out. Eventually Zulu got tired of waiting and threw out a suggestion to the team.
“Maybe the loser bit the dust. Haha wouldn’t be suprised if it happened. I mean, did you see that insane car spin? I’d say it happened because I shot his brains out. Serves him right for trying to get past me.”
(The reason the intruder was able to leave the room in the first place is because of your laziness, ignorance and your pride which is worth as much as a squirel’s fart!)
“In that case open the door and drag the body out.”
“Yes, yes, Commander Alpha whatever you say.”
The other squad members looked at each other with concern and utter disgust. They also could not understand why the higher ups would allow such a pathetic and untrained thop to join any of the Moonfury security teams in the first place.
Zulu tried to pry the door open but it was so warped that he couldn’t force it open. The sight of his butt waving to and fro as he struggled against the door handle forced the commander’s lips to slightly twitch up.
“Come on girl, I know your pussy’s pretty banged up but be a good girl and open up for me one more time.”
Some of the guards couldn’t take it anymore. Their shoulders were shaking non stop as sounds of laughter
“The fuck is this insane bastard asking to a car door. If this is how he talks to his prostitutes then it’s no wonder why this guy can’t find a willing partner.”
(sigh. What is becoming of my team.)
“Pay attention! We are on a mission don’t your guard down!”
The men immediately became somber. Mericifully Zulu managed to pry open the door and save the men from suppressing their laughter any further. The car was empty.
“What the?”
“Unit D and E will ensure every entrance and exit is secure! All other units search the area! ”
“”””””””“Yes sir!””””””””””
After giving out his orders the commander grabbed his phone and made a call to his employer to let him know of the situation.
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