156 Time To Move Out: Part 35

Friday, 21th of June 2021. Abandoned Warehouse. 12-G. 1300 Hours.

Patrick jumped from the helicopter with a rope attached to his body. He broke through the glass ceiling in that warehouse and aimed his assault rifle to the enemies located below him.

He was very surprised when he saw that the warehouse was quite empty. There wasn't anyone in that warehouse. Patrick stepped his feet on the warehouse and scanned the area.

The warehouse was quite empty. Dead bodies were laying around on that floor of that warehouse. Patrick realized that all of the dead bodies in that warehouse was the member of the student councils. They were wearing a casual uniform and they were dead with guns near their body.

He finally found out what was going on. In the corner of that warehouse, there was a group of people. Lynn was included in that group of special forces since she was hard to differentiate from the other groups.

They were SOG from the CIA. One of the top-of-the-lines secretive special forces unit. They were most likely to be sent by Herring.

Lynn looked at Patrick. "C'mon, join us.' Lynn waved her hands at Patrick. Weirdly enough, the CIA SOG didn't even aim their rifle at him. Maybe it was because of the fact that they could kill Patrick at any time they wanted or they knew that shooting their puny 5.56 bullets at Patrick was useless.

Nathan rappelled down the helicopter and found the CIA SOG unit. His reaction was the same as Patrick more or less. Both of them knew that the possibility that the American operators would be there faster than the contractors since Herring always kept an eye for Lynn.

Nathan put his rifle on his hip. He walked to the SOG unit. Meanwhile, Patrick approached Lynn. "I'm glad you're safe." Patrick hugged Lynn.

"What happened by the way?" Patrick asked. Lynn just smiled after she heard that question. Patrick sure had known that Lynn couldn't be easily kidnapped.

"Well, when I was walking out of my apartment. Some of these bastards decided to pull me into some kind of van," Lynn said.

"You were kidnapped? What did you do?" Patrick asked.

"Well, if it were the old me, I would probably be raped or sold to the human trafficker just like the old days, but I'm not. So instead, I pulled a pin from the grenade in my rig and threw it to the driver seat. Man, you have to see the look on their faces," Lynn said.

Patrick could imagine the kidnappers face when they realized that they kidnapped the legendary white death. Judging by the splashes of red on Lynn's hair, Patrick knew that she had quite a fight with her own kidnappers. Or it might be because blood was splashed when she exploded the hand grenade inside of the car.

"Yes, for a maximum amount of fear inflicted, I need the red-eye," Lynn said and she turned her eye into the brown color. Patrick just put a smirk on his face.

The SO group was standing on the corner of the warehouse. They were talking with each other. It made Patrick wonder whether they arrived when Lynn had slaughtered her kidnappers by herself or whether they came when Lynn slaughtering her kidnappers.

"Us? We're just the cleaning crew. This little girl has finished doing the dirty job when we came," One of the SOG said.

They explained that by the time they arrived at the warehouse, bodies were lying everywhere as if someone just has done a mass genocide. Then they found Lynn with her SCAR shooting the last kidnapper that was still alive.

"Yes, there's a reason why the CIA valued her so much. This one-man-army is quite an asset," the other SOG member said.

Patrick just patted Lynn's helm. He was proud of his girl. Becoming an asset for the CIA was quite an achievement. It looked like her hard work as a CIA contractor had paid off.

Suddenly, something rammed the wall of that warehouse. It was the Leopard tank that Hitman 2 used. Smokes started flying everywhere from the smoke bomb dispenser of that leopard tank.

"Pull back. Hitman team, we're clear. There's no hostile!" Nathan shouted and the people inside of that warehouse immediately ran to the exit of that warehouse. Outside of that warehouse, the contractors were waiting with Blackhawks and their minigun was aimed at that door.

Nathan gave a command for the contractors to stand down and the contractors complied. "Copy that boss." The Leopard tank reversed backward and waited for all of the people inside of that warehouse to get out.

Henry: "Yankee team to Echo, move out of the structure. We're going to blow it up."

Echo: "Copy that."

The SOG and the contractors moved outside of that warehouse and the Leopard tank shot an anti-structure round to the warehouse and blew the main pillar of that warehouse. The tanks fired a barrage of those rounds until the whole warehouse became fragile enough to accept the ultimate weaponry.

Clara: "To all units. Evacuate to a radius of two hundred meters from that structure."

Patrick: "Roger that."

Patrick and Clara climbed to the top of the tanks and Nathan entered the loader turret of the M1 Abrams. The SOG brought their car to the operation. "See you in better circumstances, Lynn." They entered the car and drove out of that warehouse.

The tanks moved outside of that danger zone and Patrick heard something that was very familiar. It was a roar from jet engines. Patrick looked at the direction of that sound and discovered that a fighter jet was flying from that direction.

Patrick shouted, "OY, THAT'S MY JET!" The Su-35S dropped a bomb on that warehouse. It exploded into a ruin. They could feel the blast even from three hundred meters away from the blast radius of that bomb.

"All clear." Clara flew the jet right above their heads. The contractors thought that the mission of rescuing Lynn was going to be as intense as robbing the national depository.

They were glad that they were very wrong. Lynn was safe and sound, and they had the green light to take down Brendon and his gang now. Patrick and Nathan wouldn't miss the chance to put a bullet inside of his chest.

"We should do a celebration. Where should we celebrate?" Nathan asked.

"Coffee shop?" Patrick asked Nathan.

"It's closed isn't it?" Nathan asked.

"Yup, ok, I'll change the plan. How about celebrating on Sunday with the others at the graduation ceremony? No one would even suspect. Besides, if they were suspecting us, there won't be any difference since we will be long gone," Patrick said.

"Ok guys. You've heard what Patrick has said. Let's go home. RTB, we'll meet on Sunday. Remember the dress code ok?" Nathan said.

"Yeah, we'll remember," Patrick said.

Patrick and Nathan got off the tank earlier than the others. They needed to do some business first before they went back home. They would deal with their troublemaker for the last couple of months. They would be going after Brendon.

Friday, 21th of June 2021. Student Council Room. 1400 Hours.

Patrick was in his juggernaut suit while Nathan was standing by right beside the door that Patrick was going to kick. "Three two one, breach!" Patrick kicked the door.

"HANDS WHERE I CAN SEE THEM!" Patrick aimed his AA-12 in the room. The only things inside of that room was a gust of wind and a paper note located on top of Brandon's table. Nathan picked that

note up and he read that note.

***

Uncle Sam will take care of this bastard. You contractors can rest for now. You can visit him in Guantanamo Bay if we allow it.

-SOG

***

"They came first. Well, it looks like he is going to Guantanamo bay after all," Patrick said.

Nathan just nodded and put that note inside of his magazine pocket. There wasn't any sign of violence in that room. It looked like Brendon was the only person in that room when the SOG arrived.

Patrick opened the document rack on Brandon's table. He was searching for the manifesto that might lead the contractors to the leader of the Ambrosia cartel. As expected, there wasn't any document on that table that led to the Ambrosia's leader.

"You didn't find anything?" Nathan assumed.

"Yeah," Patrick said.

Both of them walked outside of that student council room. There wasn't anyone left on that school besides three of them. Patrick just stood in front of that student council room. He asked Nathan a question regarding the student council's purpose when they were under Brandon's command.

"It's never about the students?"

"Never has been."