Chapter 167: Breithlá shona duit
One month ago.
"Marco, this way!" Levi yelled as he ran faster, as fast as his legs could take him. His long coat billowing behind him, curly hair bouncing at every step. Marco, right behind him. The two turned a sharp corner, stepping on puddles without a care in the World. It was 15minutes before 10 in the evening, the setting was dark and gloomy, and it wasn’t just the weather talking.
Anna asked him to take a case three days before; it was a case that involved some sensitive and top secret information concerning an ongoing covert mission of SIS. The information was stolen; how they did it was what Levi was trying to figure out and the reason behind it. Millions of lives were at stake, till finally, he had a lead--
And that lead took them to an abandoned Warehouse turned junkyard; Marco shifted to the slicked blond behind him as they quietly crawled through the chain-link fence, "why is it always a warehouse? Do villains take classes? Villain101--the guide to World Domination." the bearded man cracked a joke, trying to find humor in their situation. His eyes scanned the place; the building had a corrugated iron roof, dungy brick walls with years of spillage stains from the leak in the gutter, and piles of old broken, dirty tarmacs.
The corner of Levi’s lips curled up, "It would seem so." he commented, surveying the scene before them. In the distance, he could see the car, and with the portable binocular from his coat pocket, he checked its plate, and a smile crept on his lips.
"Jackpot." Levi said, turning to Marco, who he noted was eerily silent. His eyes widened in surprise at the view before him. Standing behind the bearded man was a man, holding a gun at the doctor’s head.
"Jackpot, indeed." the man spoke, pointing his Glock at them.
"Please, tell me you called your sister." Marco said, arms raised in surrender, and as if on cue, the sound of a chopper from a distance distracted the man’s attention. Levi took it as his chance to attack; he threw a punch his way while Marco grabbed the gun from his hand, successfully taking it. They then struck him swiftly with it, knocking him out cold. The two exchanged looks, both panting a little out of breath. The bearded man realized he had enough action for one day; Anna’s cases had always been on the dangerous side of things. Not once had he come home unscathed, but admittedly the cases she provided were still the kind he couldn’t turn his back to. Life had always been at stake one way or another.
It was 15 minutes later when the platinum blonde stepped out of an unmarked shiny black car; her crimson red business suit stood out of the dreadful scenery. Marco cleared his throat after shifting to Levi and noticed that the two siblings were annoyingly fashionably dressed.
"Well done, baby brother." Anna said as she approached the two men, with a smile on her perfectly made-up face. Blonde hair curled in 50’s style, but her cotton white gloves stood out the most in her already eye-catching attire. She strutted forward, leaving some of her crew of uniformed armed men to keep guard. Vigilant.
She beckoned the duo to follow as she led the way to the Warehouse, where a weapon deal was supposed to commence that evening. Standing by the two closed iron doors were two men in black-suits; she gestured for them to cut the padlock with a bolt cutter then dismissed them.
Anna turned to Levi and Marco as the door remained closed for their inspection.