“You there! Black trenchcoat! On the ground, now!”
Nuevo continued running up the stairs, ignoring the cop yelling at him. Then a few shots rang out and impacted the wall just behind him.
He just had to get to Trinidad. Then they could make their exit.
More shots were fired below him. Then he saw the dark-skinned Morphine above him. The hulking man had a machine gun and was taking aim at the troop of police below them.
Nuevo felt a bullet impact his side just as Morphine unleashed a volley of suppressive fire. He could ignore it.
Nuevo leaped behind Morphine and glanced around. It was very difficult to see with these dark shades on, but he needed the coolness effect. He quickly spotted Trinidad.
Beautiful Trinidad. Nuevo’s lover.
Morphine screamed behind them. Apparently, he had been hit. It didn’t really matter. They’d be out of this sewer soon enough.
Nuevo gestured for Morphine to follow him as Trinidad began casting the gate spell. Then they heard a thud and the cracking of wet cement.
Nuevo turned around in time to see a man in black land kneeling behind them. Before the black-suited agent could even lift his head, Morphine spun around and reopened fire.
The man in black leaped up, just in time to avoid the stream of bullets.
“Trinidad, hurry up!” Nuevo yelled as his lover attempted to hold her concentration. Then the two heard the machine gun stop.
The man in black had landed on Morphine and had punched the man down. Nuevo could see Morphine’s dislodged bones piercing the African-American’s skin.
“Morphine! Nuevo yelled. He raised his fists.
The man in black rose to his feet and said, “Mr. Sanderson. It’s a shame you ignored our advice.” Then the agent ran up to Nuevo with a powerful right hook following him.
Nuevo was barely able to dodge the attack and return with a minimal blow. As he blocked a jab from the MiB, he urged Trinidad to hurry. Unfortunately, this broke her concentration.
As Nuevo pushed the agent back, he grabbed Trinidad and pulled her toward a manhole above their heads.
Behind them, the MiB cocked his head slightly and listened intently to his earpiece. Then he said electronically, “There are more of us on the way, Mr. Sanderson.”
Nuevo ignored the agent. Beneath him, Trinidad screamed, “We can’t leave Morphine!”
Nuevo responded with, “He’d have wanted it this way.” Then he dropped the woman gently and jumped on the ladder. He climbed up quickly and punched the manhole outwards before gesturing for Trinidad to follow.
***
Agent Bionic dropped his fork and pulled out his handgun when he heard the metallic clank behind him. Agent Andy did the same.
The FBI agent they were eating with seemed surprised by their hasty actions, but he looked toward the source of the noise anyway.
They saw a manhole cover spinning in the middle of the street just in front of the food stand they were dining at. A car had dodged it, nearly causing a collision with a truck.
The three agents looked for an uncovered manhole and spotted two figures jumping out of hole in the ground with gunfire following them.
The three men raced toward the scene.
The two figures that had emerged from the manhole raced into an alleyway. Andy and Bionic followed while the FBI agent covered the sewer entrance with his sidearm.
As the pursuing Team 13 members entered the alley, they felt hands grab their necks and drag them into the darkest corner.
Then they were asked, “Hey, you two are Bureau 13 agents, right?”
Confused, the two men nodded.
“We’re, umm . . . Bureau agents too.”
Andy responded with the code phrase, “I’m partial to cashews. You?”
The man’s voice that had asked the original question exclaimed, “What the hell?”
Then a harsh female voice said, “I say almonds, then you say peanuts, then I say Carrot Top.”
Andy accepted the nutty code. “I didn’t know there were supposed to be any other Bureau agents in our area today. What was the gunfire about?”
Behind them, they heard the FBI agent they were with scream. Then they heard a crash and somewhat distant sirens.
“Listen, we’re in trouble,” the male said. Andy saw his outline. He seemed to be wearing a long, dark garment and shades. “We’re been spotted by some mundanes and – ”
“They’re lying to you, Agent Gardner,” said an emotionless voice behind them, near the alley entrance. Andy saw the outline of a dark-suited man In that direction. “These two are known computer hackers employed by the terrorist organization known as the Illuminati.”
“And it’s time to illuminate you ass!” screamed the female as a glowing light appeared and raced toward the dark-suited man behind them. The man in black leaped upwards and dodged the attack. Behind the MiB, Andy saw several other black-garbed figures. All were armed.
Then the male in the long coat and shades raced out oft he shadows and punched the man in black. The dark-suited agent barely reacted. He said calmly, “Kill them, Agent Gardner.”
Bionic raised his sidearm and fired at the female’s outline, already obeying the man in black.
The woman, not anticipating it, took four shots in the chest.
Her trenchcoat-wearing counterpart seemed too shocked to pay attention to the fight he was in. He tried to yell something, but the man in black planted a punched in his face.
Andy could hardly believe it. The MiB’s single punch had shattered the trenchcoat-wearing man’s face and sent him sprawling. Then the MiB unleashed a volley of amazingly fast punches on the damaged terrorist.
The other black-wearing men raced into the alleyway with truncheons and automatic weapons. They swarmed around the injured figures and mercilessly beat them. Then they raced back to several parked black vans on the street with the broken bodies of the former Illuminati agents.
The man in black said to Andy, “You have performed a service to your country, Agent Gardner and Agent Pementel. Don’t worry about explaining this event.” Then he departed.
The sirens buzzed around the two Team 13 members as they emerged from the alleyway. They couldn’t see the black vans anywhere. Surprisingly enough, the police and emergency services ignored them as they worked their way outside of the scene.
“Now that’s power,” Andy said as the two returned to the apartment, “That’s the Majestic Twelve.”
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