Song In the Air tonight by Phil Collins

They arrived at the warehouse as they parked outside the massive wired fence. They stepped out and closed the door behind them. From Eric's preneural vision, he spotted some tire tracks from vehicles that had been here. There was no security guard outside patrolling, which worried him. Reaching into his hip holster, he whipped out his golden desert eagle. 50-caliber pistol as they crept along the fence, making their way over to the entrance. The door was ajar. He pushed it open as his dark eyes scanned the open space while his ears listened for anything out of the ordinary. He immediately spotted some spent casings.

It was.357mm Jennings reached into her pocket, pulled out a cloth, and picked up the casings as she examined them closely, wondering why the shooter hadn't picked up the casing after he was done here. A shuffling of footsteps grew closer, crashing through the rampant thudding of her heart.

Just as his eyes darted around the corner, gunfire erupted as the team of assassins moved in with their Steyr AUG clutched in their grip. Eric's eyes narrowed on the tattoo on the arm of the assassins. He suddenly recognized it; it was an elite tattoo of the shadowy rogue arm of the military. How they were involved with the gun running, he thought to himself. And most importantly, how they tracked them here.

"Eric, I think we assume that NightShade has connections to the military or that they are working for her," Maiize informed him as she slid a fresh mag into her Colt 1911.

"Red, we know you are here," the lead assassin stated.

Eric had no intention of answering them as he sent a bullet into the assassin's forehead. This is what he was afraid of when running guns. In his own experience, politics came into every part of it. He remembered watching the former president urge his supporters to stop the capital before President Roberts had been confirmed.

"Eric, these aren't operators that you want to mess with. They are trained only for one thing. That is to kill anyone who gets in their way or their paymaster, Mazie explained to Eric.

"Shit, I'm guessing they are special forces operators," Eric stated in a worried tone.

Earlier he had read Nightshade's redacted file, from what he could make out of it , was that she was in a military family based in Berlin. Although he did catch a glimpse of someone standing beside her in the photograph, the face had blurred so that no one could see it. Which begs the beg question who the hell he was? He knew they had to get out here alive plus there had to be more on the usb drive that he must haven't seen. He vaguely remembered seeing this kind of operator's down at the base in Afghanistan when he had put a bullet into the arms merchant selling arms to Hunaid.

Mazie trained her pistol at one of the and fired rapid shots at the assassins," as she shouts" Eric, let's move

They exited the warehouse and quickly made their way back to their vehicle, as the armed men darted after them, heart racing.

The only time these kinds of operators were dispatched was when profit to be made in it. Where was the gun that killed this source, it was nowhere to be seen? Which got him thinking that there had to be a clean-up crew waiting some place to move in. It figured the Bratva would contract out to the Military for help on some jobs they couldn't handle.

They slid into the seats of the Porsche coupe, closing the door behind as the gunshot pinged the vehicle. Protruding out the window with his pistol, he fired a shot at the assassins hitting the assassins in the head. It was obvious to him that they had to regroup and figure out what to do next. At least now they had the casing from the bullet that had killed Damon's source. Still, there was the matter of Elizabeth NightShade and Emilia Jackson.

He suddenly remembered a saying when something was off. "Look for flowers when there is a coffin."

Eric needed some answers right away, but Holiday was still away on his assignment in Malta. He immediately hit speed dial on his burner. If anything, maybe he could get intel on the rogue arm of the military. Nothing was going as planned for him, they had gotten too close to something big that someone had to put a stop to them so they had dispatched the rogue arm of the military to do it.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, motorbikes roared straight at them at both of the vehicle with MP5 submachine guns clutched in their grip. Eric shoved his brake into reverse and sped backward. He braked hard-right, floored the pedal while Mazie fired twice the biker's body jerked at the same time, as the round sparked the metal. The gunmen selected automatic fire on their MP5 as they opened fire,rounds riddled the vehicle with holes. The car flew backward ,forcing the motorcycles to split. Eric swung open the door as he leaped out with his pistol and trained it on the gunmen.

He emptied the clip at the biker on the right, and the gunmen tumbled off onto the ground. The biker jolted to his feet just as Eric fired a shot into his forehead. Mazie stepped outside, closing the door behind, and made her way over to Eric, her eyes narrowed on the dead biker laying on the asphalt. He slipped his pistol back into his hip holster. The Porsche erupted in a great big fiery ball.

Eric Immediately pivoted seeing his Porsche burn in pieces, it had gotten through so many missions that he had been on it, lava flowed through his veins. The blackness wanted to come, he felt it bubbling up. He shoved the collaused of his hand up the nose of the assassin.

The masked man growled in pain,not bothering to wipe from the blood pouring from his nose as he snarled. "You have no idea who you are messing with."

" You can tell Nightshade that she can send all your assassins after us, but that stops us," Eric snapped, as he withdrew his Desert Eagle and sent a bullet into the assassin's head.

Eric and Mazie made their way over to the bike, as he inserted the key and the motorcycle roared to life. They easily threaded through the congested traffic at this hour. She wrapped her hands around his waist, although his Porsche had blown up and they had almost been killed, it was far over he knew as long as his best Damon was still alive NightShade wouldn't stop until she got the usb he had and that he was put in the ground.

"Listen" Eric, Now that we know what Nightshade is capable of, I think we should take in the fact she could send the Red assassin after us to get Damon," Mazie told Eric.

"Yes, I agree with you, Mazie I need to take another look at the file on the USB that Damon has. There has to be more, and I need to figure out who the man in the photograph standing beside NightShade is. I have a strange feeling that I might have seen before but can't place it," Eric stated as they roared through the neighborhood and up the driveway of the safe house

They entered the safe house, and walking over to the kitchen, Damon saw the expression on Eric had hardened. He knew right away that his Porsche was his. He felt sorry for his friend, but he knew what he was doing.

"Eric, I'm so sorry about your Porsche. How much it mean to you?"

"Damon,Thanks,  but you're my best friend, and I'm not going to let anything happen to you. Besides,  it was just a vehicle. Now I need to look at the file you have again."