Assembly Detention Facility
Washington, DC
Sherrie surged forward, her head on a pivot as she made sure no one from behind surprised her. The corridor was long, several hundred feet, with at least several dozen doors visible, all with green or red indicators above them. She spotted a section of the wall to her right that looked different, an area jutting out, about the width of three of her cells. There was a door hidden to the side with an intercom. She fired three shots into the lock and kicked open the door, advancing quickly inside, her highly trained eye taking in everything, including the lone occupant.
She put a bullet in his leg, dropping him back into his seat, then kicked the door closed behind her. Monitors lined the front of the small room, a weapons rack stood at the back, and there appeared to be no other way out. “Where the hell are we?”
The man, gripping his leg and gasping for breath, glared at her. “I’m not saying anything.”
She shot him in the other leg.
He screamed in agony, his hands switching wounds, when she aimed at his left foot. “No! Wait, please! No more!” He rattled off a Washington address that sounded completely unfamiliar.
She motioned with her chin toward one of the phones. “How do I get an outside line?”
“You don’t. As soon as the alarm sounds, we go into lockdown, so any escaped prisoners can’t get out or communicate.”
Sherrie frowned. It made sense, shutting down all outside lines a reasonable precaution if this were indeed an illegal detention center. She glanced at the monitors, most showing cells with one or more occupants.
What the hell is this place?
“There’s got to be some sort of override. How do you stop it once you’ve contained the situation?”
He shook his head. “Only an outside containment team can—” A light flashed on the control panel. He leaned over in his chair and smiled at one of the monitors. “Oh, you’re dead now, lady.”
She glanced at the monitor showing five men exiting a vehicle, heavily armed. She aimed at his head. “Which cell are the Kanes and Lerouxes in?”
He shook his head. “No idea.”
She put a bullet in his shoulder.
“Jesus Christ! Okay, okay, cell sixteen!”
She smiled. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome, bitch.”
“Tsk tsk, such poor manners.” She put a bullet in his head and turned toward the weapons rack, more firepower definitely needed.
Joseph Medina scanned the garage area, finding it deserted. “What the hell is going on here?” he asked as he motioned one of his men toward the door they had gone through only hours before with Kane’s parents.
“Dunno, but it’s effin’ loud.” His man at the door turned and shook his head. “No response, boss.”
Medina strode toward the keypad and entered his personal code, his clearance level high enough to treat them as a containment unit. The alarm silenced to allow them to communicate with each other and listen for threats. He turned to his team. “Shoot anything that moves. We’ll sort it out later.”
Smiles spread across the faces of his men, one even breaking out on his own. He readied his weapon.
“I have a feeling this is going to be a lot of fun.”