Convergence

CHAPTER SIX

Sunlight shined under the door like a ghoul's grin. The curtains added a yellowish glow to the morning light, then a chorus of birds broke the drone of the city traffic. John was up and already in the basement. The documents that clung in the palm of his hand would probably jail Mr Johns for more than twenty years. The evidence did not lucubrate how Mr Johns was involved really but his name appeared on quite a number of them. Deep in his thoughts ,wondering how he would nail Mr Johns Vanessa comes in and saw him glance at the papers in his hands. She examined the reports with terrible scrutiny.

Vanessa: Damn, indeed he is a criminal.

As she flipped through the documents she realized he was once allegedly accused of drug trafficking but he went out scotch free. However, there was only one way to find out, obviously, breaking into his house and steal whatever information they might find extremely incriminating. So as they were discussing the issue Peter comes in with a cup of coffee.

Vanessa: so what’s your plan? How are we going to get in and out of that house without being caught?

John: I don’t know yet, we need someone to hack into his security system.

Peter: his house is heavily guarded, first we need to deal with the armed guards that surround his house then his security system.

John: perfect. Joshua!

Vanessa: what?

John: Joshua, the I.T guy from work.

Vanessa: can he help us?

John: he’s my friend, I trust him.

Peter: get in touch with him ASAP

John: I’m on it.

He went off and made the call. Unfortunately at that time, Joshua’s cell was unreachable. So he went back to the drawing board to devise another plan. Having come up with a plan, the only thing that stood between them and Mr John’s house was the broad daylight. The basement had a mini shooting ranch within, Vanessa grabbed one of the 9mm pistols from the shelf and began practicing, while John and Peter prepped for the mission at hand. Minutes passed that accumulated into hours and soon night fall came like a thief in the night.

John and Peter left to investigate mr Johns’ house which was situated in a low density neighborhood. The house was so secret that nobody ever heard of it. No mailman, and not even a newspaper van came there. They parked the car in the woods about a mile away, then proceeded towards the front gate on foot. As they began to approach the front gate, John stood by the growing hedge near the front gate. They heard voices from a few meters away.

John: shh! I can hear people talking

They listened intently. The voices were closer to the front porch. They went back to the woods and changed their direction of entry. They went through an old sewer tunnel that went through the back yard. Peter passed the binoculars to John so that he could see for himself how heavily guarded the house was. The guards were walking around the yard from one point to another wearing light bulletproof amour as if they were knights and they held Russian machine guns in their hands. Arc lights beamed high from above. And because of those lights, It seemed as if it was daytime. However, that didn’t stop them from breaking in.

John: right, man we need to come up with a plan right now.

Peter: yeah, right, we have 123456789 guards in front of us.

John: that door over there is our way in

He points in the direction of the door as he gave Peter the binoculars again so he could see.

Peter: yeah, are you thinking what I’m thinking?

John: you’re a sniper right? Take them out!

Peter: I have a better idea.

John: what’s that?

Peter: let’s create a diversion.

He points at John’s car

Look if we blow up that car over there, we might be able to walk through that door without any fuss

John: what? Hell no! we ain’t blowing up my car.

Peter: relax the agency will pay you back.

Peter took out one RPG missile launcher from his satchel and blew John’s car.

The car went up in flames making a loud noise when it hit the ground. Almost all of the guards outside left their positions and ran straight to the burning car. Peter never liked even odds. To him playing fair was for idiots. He always liked having a head start.

Peter: judging from the distance between the car and the door I’d say we have a ten minute head start. Let’s do this.

After setting the timer they raced in to the house through that back door. They went in heavily armed as they were prepared for battle. When they entered the building, there were two guys behind the door. One of them with no hesitation initiated the fire. Peter and John returned the fire immediately with a well- aimed fire causing two enemy casualties. They proceeded through the next door which led them into a maze of titanium like rooms, each either buzzing with computers or heavily loaded with the latest weapons. Every inch was recorded by security cameras and the guards wore a chip on their wrist. Anyone without a chip would be fried by the wall mounted lasers. So to camouflage themselves, they located the power mains where they turned off every switch inside. But unfortunately, only the lights and cameras turned off, the wall mounted lasers, heat and motion detectors were all connected to an uninterrupted power supply situated in a room on the other side of the building. Nonetheless they wore AN/PVS-7B/4 gear to give them night vision in that cramped darkness and used AN/PAQ-4 for their well-aimed shots.

When the guards at the burning car realized that it was just a diversion they rushed back, abandoning their positions and went straight into the house. Brrrrrrrrr!!!! Brrrrrrrr! Brrrrrrrrr! The four guards in front shot aimlessly. As they were firing, Peter and John hid beside a wall. Brrrrrrrrrr! Brrrrrrrr! Brrrrrrrr! Brrrrrrrr!

John: damn, this place is packed! Dude you should have specified how much security we were going to face! This ain’t no ordinary house, this is the white house man, in fact it’s as if we’re in Afghanistan right now!

Peter: I told you the place is heavily guarded! I never thought it would be like this!

John: the guards and the cameras I can understand, but the lasers?! WTF?!

Peter pointing in the direction of the guards..

Peter: f**k that, take those two and I’ll take the other two.

Suddenly the four guns had to be reloaded again, this allowed John and Peter to take over. Phew! Phew! Phew! Phew! Night vision was advantageous to them. The guards went down allowing blood to flow from their bodies on to the floor. They took two wrist chips from the dead bodies and wore them so they could move through the laser infested rooms. As they moved in search of his office, the number of guards coming for them increased. Phew! Phew! Phew! They shot every guard that came their way. The house was big and beautiful. At the height of its lavishness, it was like a jewel in the river. Perhaps it had about 25 bedrooms, It was two stories high and had a single story extension at the rear for the kitchen. The stairs led to a long galleried passage and the fire place was big enough to fit a car in it. So to cover more ground in the limited amount of time, they split up. John took the basement and Peter proceeded upstairs. More and more guards came but none of them could take out these two guys. The basement was once a wine cellar. The most exclusive wine was shelved in wooden racks.

Peter: why the hell are those guys guarding that door? That must be the office?

The guards drawing their guns..

Guard: hey you can’t be here!

Peter shot all three of them and proceeded to the door. The room was coated with stainless steel 1 meter deep in all direction and reinforced concrete in all direction as well. The armed guards protected the door 24/7. In the middle of the room was a boardroom table, the wall on the left was basically a huge wall full of safe deposit boxes. There was a 12x12 inch safe which required a fingerprint, pin and the key to open it.

Meanwhile, the guards sent by Lincoln to pursue Peter and Vanessa reached John’s house. Bang! Bang! Bang! She heard the sound of car doors closing. Peeking through the window Vanessa’s surprise turned into horror. Those hooligans were back again. The first signs of panic arrived, she had a discomfort in her chest and a feeling in her brain like she had smoked too much weed. It sets in deeper, then she felt the urge to run. In that grip of silent panic, she grew wild eyes, pupils dilated, and her brain exploded with negative thoughts like a bomb. Fright consumed every cell in her body and every second she literally felt the rise of her blood pressure, but she knew this was the least of her worries. She panted, closed her eyes, inhaled and exhaled several times –she always saw her method of panic relief to be useful. She opened her eyes and took charge, first she called John who at that time could not answer any calls. She connected the door handle to an electric socket then raced back to the basement and sealed the secret trap door. When the first guy got to the door, he tried to open and instantaneously he was electrocuted to death, immediately the gang drew back and opened fire. Fifty rifle shots broke the stillness of the night, all the windows broke and walls shattered, Vanessa lay on the ground sprawled on her chest. She peeped around the room and spotted a shelf full of grenades. She crawled to the shelf and grabbed as many as she could. She removed the pin and seconds later BOOM! She grabbed another and seconds later BOOM! The rifle sounds are reducing she remarked in her mind. She tried calling John again but to no avail, then desperately she tried Peter.

Vanessa: I’m under attack, those guys who chased us in the woods are shooting at me right now.

Peter heard the noise and immediately abandoned his investigation.

Peter: WTF! Go into the basement, you will be safe there, we on our way.

Vanessa: hurry up I don’t have much time.

Peter raced to the basement, killing everyone that came in his way. When Mr Johns heard that his house was under attack he notified his colleagues who immediately sent some reinforcement. When John sneaks into the basement. Upon gaining entry into the heavily secured room, he presumes to the study room. At the center of the basement he could hear the voice of a young African teenage child. Drawing closer to the voice, he finds a teenager trussed up in a cell instead. The cell was a hollow cube of concrete, one way in, with no windows. In there you could have no idea how much time had passed or even if it was night or day. It was totally disorienting by design. It was total isolation and zero stimulation. No sound, no light, no furniture, just a piece of cloth and a frozen floor to sleep on. Seeking a weapon, the teenager bags:

Teenager: Please just kill me!

John was stunned for a moment but then curious, putting his task aside, he helps the teen to escape. Peter enters the basement, and John hearing footsteps, he hid the kid behind a wooden shelf and aimed his gun.

Peter: Don’t shoot, it’s me! We got to go. Vanessa is in grave danger.

John: WTF?! Did you get anything?

Peter: No. I couldn’t unlock the safe. You?

John: Yeah, he kidnapped a kid.

He called the kid from behind the shelf and together they proceeded towards the exit door. Peter stole mr Johns’ Ferrari 458 from his garage. He always had an obsession of driving one of those. By the time the reinforcement arrived, John, Peter and the kid were already miles away. They found a pile of dead bodies and a pool of blood all over the floor.

Back at John’s house, the gang stopped firing and advanced into the house. There were about thirty guys left, the other twenty were either dead or injured. Vanessa realizing that those guys were now coming in, she grabbed one machine gun and aimed. Her loud gasps of breath confirmed she was very terrified. However, she listened intently trying to figure out where exactly in the house they were. In no time John and Peter arrive at home, all the walls had been obliterated. They hurriedly entered the house leaving the kid in the car. As Vanessa stood on the other side of the trap door, she panicked when she heard footsteps on the other side of the wall. She ruthlessly pulled the trigger and fired haphazardly thereby giving up her location. Caught unaware, five guys died instantly. The other guys rushed in the direction of the noise but unfortunately for them, John and Peter had got to Vanessa first. They escaped through an emergency ventilation pipe behind one of the shelves leaving the house to explode. They watched the house burn down to the ground together with everyone in it as they stood a block away. They took the kid and headed straight to the agency.