Fast but NOT Furious

After getting the note telling him to go to Tennessee, Adam makes his way there. Bus fare ain’t cheap, but at least it is a lot less than trying to get a flight last minute. Not that it is real easy to get a flight without id…..
 
He arrives late in the afternoon the day before. Long bus ride, but at least he got a little bit of sleep.
 
He walks around the neighborhood where the address is. It is a high-tech warehouse / factory type place.
 
Everything looks like it is running normally. Nothing stands out. Adam heads away from the area and looks for an abandoned building to spend the night. After casing a likely place, he makes his way into the building and finds a hidden away area to get some sleep. Using some of the debris in the area, he sets his warning traps, and curls up to get some sleep.
 
He wakes in the morning, and heads towards the warehouse so that he gets there at least an hour early. He finds a place to hide, while he watches the building.
 
At 10 am, he makes his way towards the building and is escorted inside warehouse. There are a couple of others there, both dressed ready for a possible combat mission. Adam had changed into his 'suit' before going to the building. One of the guys introduced himself as Revered Takashi and the other guy as Disciple Garcia. I think, I’m associated with some sort of cult. Ah, what the heck, they can call themselves what they want, as long as I get to help stick it to ‘the man’, or in this case, the IERA.
 
A nice-dressed man, and one who was in street clothes were also brough into the same area.
 
After the introductions, which Adam didn't say much more than his name, another woman walked over to the group and waved some sort of tablet at us and was satisfied with whatever it showed about all of us. These people are paranoid…. Well, I guess you can’t be paranoid if someone REALLY is out to get you.
 
Our ‘mission’, yea, whatever, is to pull some rich guy out of a moving secure van and bring him back with us. Supposedly, he has been working with these Level 37 people, and helping to fund some of their research or something. I don’t really care. I get to beat up on IERA’s.
 
We all get into a couple of supped up SUVs and head out to a section of the interstate where the exits are 10 miles apart.
 
When we get close, Takashi fires some weird gun at the van carrying our mark and then speaks over the radios that they gave us and talks to someone. She comes back over the radio and says something about shutting the van down.
 
It slows down and pulls off to the side. Another car dives over in front of it and pulls to a stop too. As soon as we stop, I switch to my ‘ghost’ state and run up to the van an inside.
 
As I step in, there is our mark. He is one cool customer; all he did was straighten his tie. There were two SWAT guys in the back of the van. They were slightly surprised when I stepped into the back of the van without opening the door.
 
I smiled behind my mask and said, “So, we gonna do this the easy way or the hard way?” They both smile and look at each other. One of them pipes up, “Hey, we’re getting paid pretty good just to sit still and protect this guy until you can get him out safely.”
 
This sent my mind spinning for a second, but I couldn’t let them see that. “Ok, so we gotta make this look good, why don’t you two handcuff yourselves and I’ll take this gentleman off your hands.” They both shake their heads, “Not yet.”
 
Ok, so this isn’t going the way I thought. I was itching for a fight, but these guys aren’t the cause of all of our problems. No sense in getting in a fight when you can talk your way out of it.
I mull over in my head for a couple of seconds their actions and their words…. I switch over to my heaviest, and the suspension on the truck breaks. That got a slight reaction out of them. About time. I start rocking the van like we’re having a knockdown inside.
 
“Ok guys, how about you give me your guns? They aren’t your personal property, are they?” They smile and say “Nope, SWAT supplies them.” They hand me the guns. “Sorry about the damage, but, you know, can’t have you trying to shoot me in the back.” I hold the two rifles and twist the two barrels around each other and toss them to the floor of the van.
 
About this time, I get the call over the radio that it’s clear enough to extract the mark. I look over my shoulder at the rich guy, “Follow right behind me.” What is it with rich businessmen and their freaking ties? He adjusts it again and stands to follow me. I punch open the doors and step out, doing a quick check of where the IERA agents are, then quickly make for the front SUV.
 
As I am holding the door for the guy, this ‘thing’ jumps out of the weeds towards the first SUV. As it is landing, it’s form blurs and in the next step, the mark is walking towards the second SUV. I glance in the back of the SUV and the guy is putting on his seat belt, then straighten his tie again. Rich men, waste of good air….
 
We all jump back into the SUV’s and we’re off. The two drivers take off and make their way to a field back in the woods. They stop and everyone gets out. At the back of the field, stands some guy in robes and two ‘MIB’ type guys.
 
We walk over and the robed guy tells us to stand closer. He begins muttering and waving his hands around like he is doing some ‘magical’ spell or something. Suddenly, we are bathed in some sort of blinding gold light. The field we are standing in gets like we are looking at two different shows in one spot. When the light goes out, we are standing in some office. The mark makes his way over to the desk, and the robe guy waves his hands around and this time, I’m ready for the bright light. Still hurt the eyes though. Now, we’re standing in the warehouse again. No one seems all that surprised that we just showed up.
 
We’re told we did well, and that we’d be called upon again. I think, she said something about us being some sort of group or something. The guy who stayed in the van, Dominic I think, talks to the girl who is standing there with us now, and offers her some card and says something about anger management issues. I just shake my head and look at the girl. “Gonna be interesting recognizing you in the future, ain’t it.” The crazy girl does some sort of weird grin, and her face almost splits in half as her smile exposes a grill full of pointy teeth. Reminded me of that real old movie about some aliens that came to earth with pointy heads. I almost asked her if she was one of them….
 
Thanks, and congrats are great and all, but I can’t feed my family back home on those. I go get my hoodie and pants and slide them on over the suit, and head out. I pull up the hoodie as I step out the door and let the head gear fade back into the rest of the suit.