Chapter 4 - 15th June 2010 - Somewhere in the Pacific Northwest.

Chapter 4.

15th June 2010 – Somewhere in the Pacific Northwest.


"You shouldn't have left her behind," the red head screeched.

"Look Vicky just shut the hell up; we don't need to be bogged down by some dorky little bitch, who doesn't know how to keep her nose out of our business." The blonde man grunted through his teeth.

"Bogged down? Are you fucking serious James, she's intelligence, at the very least she should be rotting somewhere out of the goddamn way," she responded.

He grabbed her roughly around the neck pushing her to her knees before bearing down against her and snarling into her ear.

"Listen. To. Me. Victoria, we don't have room to drag some whiny little bitch around, we don't have time or resources to deal with her. Fine we should've killed her, but you will get it into your thick head, I. AM. IN. CHARGE. Do not question me.”

She had the good sense to flinch in his grasp to show that she had received his message loud and clear. There was no further conversation between them as they stalked to the large SUV parked at the back of the dank and derelict looking warehouse they'd exited.

The vehicle peeled into the early evening traffic in downtown Port Angeles, moving away from the warehouse district and heading towards William R. Fairchild Airport. Pulling into the small parking lot, the man killed the engine and they sat in silence.

The rear passenger door opened and a figure in dark jeans and charcoal grey sweatshirt climbed into the back.

"James," he nodded

"Demetri," he returned.

"Vicky," he clipped at the woman.

"Good to see you Demetri," she replied.

"Felix not with you?" asked James.

"No, he has some 'other' business to attend to before he joins us. He'll be along on Wednesday." Stated Demetri, leaning back in his seat, his hands stretching above his head, while he yawned. Obviously tired from his flight.

"Will he need collecting or has he made... arrangements?" asked Victoria.

"He's a big boy, I'm sure he'll catch up with us." He retorted.

They each nodded in agreement, before James pulled the vehicle out of the parking lot and headed to the warehouse. There was very little conversation, apart from Demetri asking for an update and Victoria filling him in on recent developments and griping about not killing the 'Intelligence bitch' in DC.

Demetri frowned at this, he didn't like loose ends.

"Hmm..." he pondered before flipping open his cell and hitting 1 on his speed dial. He listened to the familiar sound of ringing before it was picked up.

"Demetri my brother! What gives?" said the male voice on the other end.

"Felix, change of plans, it appears we have a stray, I need you to head to DC and do a little housekeeping." Demetri said, sounding bored.

"No problem brother, I'll have the house cleaned and locked up and join you later." Said Felix.

"Thank you brother, I'll send you details shortly." Responded Demetri, before flipping the phone closed.

The ride back to the warehouse was short and soon they were pulling round the back and entering through a dark, secluded alleyway. The warehouse itself was the perfect cover for their needs. Partially derelict, it provided little use for commercial storage, little to no invitation to the homeless to use for shelter and boasted a perfectly useable, lead-lined shelter. James had rigged up generators to avoid using the electrical supply thus avoiding detection. Demetri surveyed his surroundings, not totally impressed, but not entirely disappointed either.

"It has promise, I'll give you that." He muttered.

"We've only been here a few hours, come I'll show you the stuff," said James.

Demetri nodded his acquiescence and followed him to the shelter in the far corner of the warehouse; James flicked a switch next to the door before hefting the large wheel on the door and pulling it open. The door swung open to reveal a large anti-room and a series of steps that descended into the floor. It was lit with one fluorescent light, the walls a gunmetal grey colour, lined on one side with matching lockers.

Demetri raised one eyebrow in question to James, who smirked and gestured for him to follow him down the stairs. They descended in silence, into the darkened basement space the lights flickering on only when they reached the bottom step. Demetri looked up, somewhat surprised by what he found, expecting a dark, damp wreck of space, he was greeted by surgically clean space, thickened glass separated the corridor from the room ahead of him, an ante-room with what appeared to be controlled air supply and secondary door to an attached lab. James smiled smugly; for all intents and purposes he'd done well and knew that Demetri would be pleased by this.

Demetri glanced at James, before walking towards the viewing window that overlooked the Lab. He looked in pleased to see the items he had requested had been delivered and set up according to his demands.

"You've done well James," he said, pleased with this development, "but don't lose sight of the bigger picture, mistakes have been made and now we have some 'cleaning' to do.”

"Yes Demetri," James muttered behind him, "I'll have Vicky bring up the information on the girl, what do you want to do with her?”

"She may be useful, I'll have Felix bring her here," he said before walking into the anti-room and changing into a white bio-suit and entering the sealed lab.

James pushed the intercom on the wall by the window, "Is there anything else you need me to do Demetri, perhaps I can help in there?”

Demetri laughed, a loud, brash laugh, blatantly amused at James' suggestion of help. "You know how to build a bomb James?" he quipped, highly amused.

"Um no," said James, blushing slightly, while rubbing the back of his neck self consciously. "I ah, you know, just wanted to help.”

"Pepperoni Pizza, extra cheese, no peppers and a large coke!" said Demetri before returning to assembling his tools.

James grumbled to himself, before nodding and heading back up the stairs, leaving Demetri to his work.

"Vicky!" James called loudly as he walked up the stairs.

"Yes James?" she purred, appearing at his side instantly.

"Cut that shit out Vicky, Demetri wants you to get information on the Intel Bitch, use the contact."

"Fine!" she sneered angrily, before storming off down the stairs and cutting off down a darkened corridor.

Victoria sat in one of the small ante rooms, she fumed to herself, furious at James' behaviour towards her, angered by the involvement of the Volturi, and pissed to being treated like some lackey. She pulled out her cell and quickly dialed the number to her contact in Washington.

"Yes?" said the voice at the other end of the line.

"I want information on the Intel Bitch, where she is, security details, everything." Victoria sneered down the line.

"That wasn't part of the deal, you promised no innocents would be hurt, yet so far we've got one Analyst dead, and admin in ICU and another analyst in a safe house, tell me how is this going to help the mission?" the voice responded.

"I don't have time for your shit, now give me the information or it will be you that dies and not that bitch." screeched Victoria angrily.

"Fine! she's at a safe house in Springfield, I'll text you the details. I-I don't like this, things are getting out of hand, you said this would be a simple job, promised that only the target would be harmed, you never mentioned involving anyone else." The voice stuttered down the line.

"Grow some fucking balls, honestly do you think we'd just go in half cocked, pull a trigger and blam mission over? Seriously, I wonder sometimes how you got to the position you're in. Now shut the fuck up and send me the information, if I have to call you for it again, I will reroute our man to have a word." Victoria growled before ending the call.

Seconds later her phone beeped with a new text, she opened it smugly, her informant had at least listened to her threat.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

It was hours later that Victoria descended the stairs and stood in front of the window to the lab. She straightened her shirt, fixed her hair before buzzing the intercom to get Demetri's attention. He looked up from his lab station and gestured for her to wait one minute, before resuming tightening a screw.

"Yes?”

"I have the information on the woman, she's in a safe house in Virginia," Victoria said nervously.

"Send the information to Felix and then leave me in peace unless you come with good news or pizza," he grumbled.

Victoria nodded at him before turning and heading back to the warehouse, where she fired off an email to Felix on her iPhone.

She sauntered over to James who had his head under the bonnet of the SUV; his jacket had been flung over a steel workbench, his jeans wear smeared with smatterings of grease and oil from working on the vehicle. Victoria wrapped her arms around his waist and worked them up his chest. Feeling the muscular planes of his abs and pecks under her fingers.

"Vicky, do you have nothing better to do than pester me?" James groaned.

"I've done all that's been asked of me James, I won't be ordered around by Volturi scum, I don't care how much they're paying.”

James slammed his hand down on the grill of the vehicle, his nostrils flared, and his eyes wild, anger permeated his every pore. "For fucks sake Victoria, if the only way we'll be taken seriously is by joining the Volturi, then that's what we'll do, do you understand me?”

"Y-yes James," she stuttered.

"Now leave me the fuck alone, find something useful to do, go play in traffic for all I care.”

She knew he didn't mean it, he was stressed, that's all, since Laurent had gone missing, everything had gone to shit, and they could've done this alone if he wasn't MIA, but now they were stuck with Demetri and Felix. 

*~*~*~*~*~*~

Felix sped down I-495 towards Springfield, according to Victoria the woman, Bella Swan an Intel Analyst with the CIA had been moved to a safe house near the Brookfield Plaza in Springfield. He had no idea what her security detail was, but one thing was for sure, she was either coming with him or he would leave her cold and dead.

He joined I-95 and then left at the Tower shopping centre, before he continued down Old Keene Mill Road until he found Westmore Drive. The woman should be just down the street in Castine Lane. From here he could scout the property without detection. He parked up his SUV and walked along the block, dressed in jeans and dark sweatshirt he blended in well with the locals. He took his time to scope the area, noting a dense pocket of trees between Castine Lane and Westmore Drive, lighting was infrequent which would give him plenty of cover in darkness. He walked past the house; a black suburban was parked in the drive and a town car along the street. So there would be at least 4 agents on her protection detail. He continued on his walk and returned to his SUV to plan.

As darkness fell Felix slipped into the back of his SUV, a lockbox in the back provided him with a Kevlar vest, and a silenced MK23. He also pocketed some C-4, remote detonators and twosilenced MK23. He also pocketed some C-4, remote detonators and two flashbangs, which he could use to disorient anyone that got in his way. Happy with what he had, he exited his vehicle and disappeared into the night, using the dense tree line along Westmore Drive to get as close to the safe house as possible. Peering through the darkness at the rear of the house he could make out the shape of a woman in the kitchen at the rear, a set of French doors opened out onto the back yard, a wooden deck stood over the first floor, creating a balcony for the upper level, he presumed this was a bedroom. Two men sat at a table in the kitchen, rookies, totally oblivious to his presence, not a clue as to the danger their ward was in. Felix smiled to himself, this would be too easy. Stepping stealthily across the yard, he followed the fence line to the side of the house and clipped the telephone line, not that he'd give them the chance to use it anyhow. He crept slowly along the side of the house towards the front yard; he could see the Suburban on the drive. Removing a large knife from his belt he made his way to the vehicle, there was an agent stood at the front, smoking and talking on his cell. He wouldn't know what hit him. Seconds later he fell to the ground clutching at the gaping wound on his neck, blood pouring over his hands and down his shirt as he gasped for air, soundlessly pleading for help. His vocal chords severed, he bled out where he fell. Felix used this time to puncture all four tyres of the vehicle, rendering it useless, before placing a block of C4 under the wheel arch and heading towards the town car down the block. The agent sat, sleeping in the front seat, so much for keeping watch, he never woke despite the thud of the .45 shells hitting him in his chest. 

Felix shook his head in disappointment, he'd hoped for a little fight; perhaps the two in the house would make things a little more interesting. He returned to the house and took up position on the front porch, just out of sight of the door, but with a perfect view of the suburban. He pulled a detonator from his pocket and flipped the switch; the vehicle flipped into the air and fell back down with a huge smash, fire licking its way across the upholstery inside. The front door swung open and the two agents from inside spilled out on the porch, four shots thudded into the night and the two agents fell to the floor, dead. Felix grinned as he stepped over them and entered the house.