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Speaker 2: Chapter twenty three, Drip Drip.
Speaker 3: Detective George Bullard stood in the dining area of Amberlang's apartment.
Although Amber wasn't home, the apartment was far from empty.
He observed as Agent White of the Contra organization escorted
Marcus across the room to sit next to Detective Davis. Meanwhile,
Agent Brown of that same organization positioned himself by the
apartment door, effectively cutting off any potential exit or Bullard.
The pair of hitmen were unmistakenly professional, calm, calculated, and
clearly experienced in these situations. Bullard had no intention of
testing their aptitude for violence. Agent White had maintained a
veneer of courtesy, if not outright friendliness, but he had
no illusions that the kindness would be quickly abandoned should
he make a run move. His gaze shifted from Agent
White to Davis. He had gotten his partner into this mess,
and he would get him out.
Speaker 2: Listen, I've done exactly as your boss at TCO Cleaning
Supplies asked. I've held up my end. Now I'll go
fetch Emily, but I need Davis to walk out with me.
That's not the deal, detective.
Speaker 4: You want your partner out of here in one piece.
Speaker 2: You play by our.
Speaker 5: Rules, Detective, while your efforts are noted. You've only brought
us one of the four people we require, and to
be Frank Marcus Baker is the least important of the four.
Speaker 2: Don't get Emily. Fine, I'll bring her to you, but
I need Davis to come with me. Now a fuck.
We aren't gonna get anywhere at this rate.
Speaker 5: Here's a new plan. You fetch Emily and show her
to us from across the hall. No need to bring
her inside. Just let us verify she's with you, and
we'll hand Davis over.
Speaker 2: Oh oh, even have him ready for you.
Speaker 4: We'll be saying right here at the door, waiting for
you to get.
Speaker 2: Back, okay, and bring her back to you. And then
you do what.
Speaker 5: We release Davis, simple as that.
Speaker 2: I mean, what do you do with Emily?
Speaker 6: Oh, for fuck's sake, man, she already told you.
Speaker 2: I'm old. You'll have to forgive my memory.
Speaker 5: We detain her until we can find September and Hastings,
the other true targets of our investigation.
Speaker 2: September and Hastings.
Speaker 7: That's all, yeah, unless you suddenly remember where those two are,
in which case you could just bring them to us
and it'll all be over.
Speaker 2: I told you I don't know where they are.
Speaker 4: Sure, unless that old man's memory is failing you Again.
Speaker 2: I haven't forgotten, and I don't really give a damn
what you do with them, But I honestly have no
clue where they are.
Speaker 6: Hello, Amber, are you in there?
Speaker 2: You have got to be fucking kidding.
Speaker 5: Who is it.
Speaker 6: My name is September. I'm here with my buddy Hastings.
We're friends of Emily.
Speaker 4: Oh honestly have no clue where they are.
Speaker 2: Huh, I swear I had no idea. Shut up.
Speaker 5: If you're friends with Emily, you can come on. The
door's unlocked.
Speaker 6: How kind of you? We're coming in?
Speaker 3: The Contra agents swiftly drew their side arms and moved
into positions that allowed them to aim at the door
while keeping an eye on Bollard. Agent White slid half
way into the bathroom, using the door frame as a
makeshift shield. Agent Brown crouched on the far side of
the living room, which would hide him from view as
the door opened. It was the same tactic the man
had used to surprise Bullard. The door handle turned slowly,
each movement heavy with anticipation. Bullard's instincts screamed at him
to draw his own weapon, but he knew that would
only get him killed. He forced his panic to the
back of his mind and held his breath, bracing for
what was to come. The door swung open, and to
Bullard's surprise, the threshold was empty. There was no one
visible in the hallway at all, unseen by those inside.
September pushed the door wide, then swiftly ducked back, concealing
himself just out of the doorway. Peering briefly inside, he
caught sight of Detective Bullard positioned near a dining area,
and spotted in an armed contry agent lurking toward the
rear of the apartment, setting the stage where a precarious standoff.
Speaker 6: George, Is that you, Uh, yeah, it's me. It's nice
to see you again, Detective.
Speaker 2: It's nice to see you as well. Oh, I can't
really see you.
Speaker 6: I think it's better we keep it that way for
the time being. Are you working with the contray agent inside?
Speaker 2: I wouldn't say that I'm with them. I'm just trying
to make a deal with the agents.
Speaker 5: That's enough. September present, what gave us away.
Speaker 6: Emily has told me quite a bit about Amber. She's
not the type of person that would tell me to
let myself in. In fact, I don't think she would
let me in her house at all.
Speaker 5: I see, why don't you step inside and we can
have a proper discussion face to face.
Speaker 6: I think that's a great idea. First, I will need
you to disarm and hosh your weapons into the hall.
Speaker 5: Are you armed?
Speaker 6: I wouldn't tell you if I was.
Speaker 5: Is Hastings with you?
Speaker 6: I wouldn't tell you if he was.
Speaker 5: I think the neighbors might get concerned if they discover
strangers shouting at one another from Amber's apartment.
Speaker 6: Probably right, I assume they might even phone the authorities.
Maybe you should simply give yourselves up.
Speaker 5: I can't do that. September.
Speaker 6: Who else is in there with you?
Speaker 2: Marcus and my partner, Davis Board.
Speaker 6: If you don't shut the fuck up, I will shut
you the fuck up.
Speaker 8: September.
Speaker 6: It sounds like things are a little hostile in there.
Speaker 8: September none at all.
Speaker 5: Come on in and we will treat you to tea
and a friendly discourse.
Speaker 6: As tempting as that sounds, I think we'll have to
maintain conversation at a slight distance.
Speaker 8: September.
Speaker 2: What is it, Hastings, Uh, excuse me?
Speaker 8: Oh shit, Amber is here?
Speaker 9: What are you doing in front of my house?
Speaker 6: Hastings? Mind the door.
Speaker 9: Seriously, I will call the police.
Speaker 6: Hello, Amber, I was sent here by Emily. My name's September.
Speaker 5: You where is Emily.
Speaker 6: I'll take you to her in a minute. But right now,
you need to understand that there are a couple of
very dangerous people in your apartment.
Speaker 9: Bullshit.
Speaker 6: I assure you, it is not bullshit. You cannot go
in there.
Speaker 4: You stay fat.
Speaker 8: September.
Speaker 2: You keep away from me.
Speaker 6: Listen. Emily is just outside. She's in a car across
the streets.
Speaker 8: September. What is that a shifter at the end of
the hall. Look past Amber.
Speaker 6: Oh, no, Amber, you have to trust me. We have
to run.
Speaker 9: What's going on?
Speaker 6: Run?
Speaker 3: Marcus heard the guide's urgent shout to run and seize
the moment to snap the zip ties that bound his wrist.
It was George's idea to slice the zip ties but
lead them in place. He reasoned that the country would
be more likely to discount Marcus as a threat if
they believed he was restrained, a foresight mar Marcus now
deeply appreciated. With his new found freedom, Marcus quickly closed
the distance to Detective Davis with the intention of untying
the ropes that held him. As he maneuvered, his gaze
swept across the chaotic scene unfolding at the apartment's entrance.
September and Hastings blurred past the entrance of the apartment,
running as fast as they could and dragging behind them
a woman who could only be Amberling. Marcus had never
seen the woman in person, but the photos he saw
in the file were recent enough to identify her. As
she raced by in a blur, the male contra agent,
the one that called himself Agent Brown, also noticed the
fleeing trio. He raised his side arm and stepped into
the hallway, first glancing to his right and then his left.
His firearm was initially aimed to the right, the way
that September and Hastings had fled with Amber, leaving him
unprepared for the threat. Charging from the left, a monstrous
figure resembling a sasquatch, with its fur covered body arched
back and massive limbs, barreled into Brown. The impacts sent
both the agent and the beast tumbling down the hallway,
disappearing from view. Back in the apartment, Detective Bullard and
Agent White were momentarily frozen, each processing what they had
both just witnessed. Marcus used those critical moments to loosen
one of the knots that bound Davis, but it wasn't
enough time to completely free the men. As reality snapped back,
Agent White was the first to act, drawing her weapon
but aiming it at the door where the shifter had
just passed. Bullard drew his own gun, pointing it not
toward the shifter but at Agent White. Marcus expected Bullard
to shoot and eliminate the immediate threat, but he didn't. Instead,
the detective cautiously retreated toward his partner. To Marcus's absolute amazement.
White didn't turn and fire either. She simply ducked into
the bathroom for cover and slammed the door shut. Confusion reigned.
What in the hell was going on? Muffled sounds came
from the bathroom where Agent White was hold up, but
Marcus couldn't decipher her words. It hardly mattered. He was
almost done on tying Davis. The knots familiar from his
recent camping preparations, included the top line, hitch and constrictor not.
What were the chances? Marcus couldn't help, But wonder was
this stroke of luck somehow influenced by Emily.
Speaker 2: Hurry up? I don't know how long she'll stay in there.
Speaker 8: Yeah, I'm trying.
Speaker 2: Oh lord, is that you. I'm here, buddy, I'm gonna
get you out of here.
Speaker 1: Jesus suck and my head is swimming.
Speaker 4: Oh god, the boss gonna be pissed.
Speaker 2: You just worry about getting out of here. I'll worry
about the captain. M No, not now, your boss, my boss.
Speaker 7: Your boss, and got it all right. Let's get you up,
Marcus grab his other side.
Speaker 2: We need to move left, but let's make sure Brown's
not still in the hall first. George.
Speaker 7: Georgey, Okay, go left and then down to the end
of the hall. Let's try to find a way out.
Speaker 4: You're in deep shit, George.
Speaker 2: We all are. But I'm getting this out of it
right now. Okay, I don't see Brown. I think we're good.
Speaker 4: I'm gonna throw up.
Speaker 8: Please don't.
Speaker 2: If you throw up, I'll throw up. Hang in there, Davis,
We're almost in the corner, and then we can collect ourselves. George. Listen,
this soul whole thing, it's a setup. Okay, contra.
Speaker 4: Where surrounded.
Speaker 2: They're gonna be covering.
Speaker 8: All these exits.
Speaker 2: I got it. Do you know how many?
Speaker 6: Twelve?
Speaker 2: Maybe fifteen?
Speaker 6: Fuck?
Speaker 2: Fuck fuck fuck deep shit. Like I said, don't worry, Davis,
I'm not letting this go down here.
Speaker 3: Hastings followed behind September and Amber as they raced down
the hallway. The shifter had broken pursuit, but the chronicler
knew the reprieve would be brief. Once a shifter had
their target in sight, they weren't likely to lose them.
He came to a halt next to Amber as September
gestured for them to wait, then moved into the stairway
discout for danger. It was reassuring for Hastings to see
September operate with such proficiency again. His friend had been
out of sorts lately, and this return to normal was
a welcome sight. In a moment of situational awareness, Hastings
turned to Amber, who was visibly shaking, probably from terror.
Terror makes sense between the armed assassins in her apartment
and the monstrous shape shifter that had been in hot pursuit,
anyone would be shaken. He asked himself what said Timber
would do in this scenario, then placed his hand on
Amber's shoulder.
Speaker 8: Amber, we will do our best to keep you so,
don't fucking touch me. Oh no, I apologize.
Speaker 9: I thought, think all you want, but keep your hands
to yourself.
Speaker 8: It's just this is what I've seen September do it
often helps.
Speaker 9: I'm sure it does, and I'm sure he drugs his
victims first.
Speaker 8: I am confused. Are you wanting to be drugged?
Speaker 4: What?
Speaker 2: No, Just don't fucking touch me.
Speaker 6: Hey, try to keep it down.
Speaker 2: Fuck off.
Speaker 6: Okay, September, there are at least two, maybe three contra
coming up the stairs.
Speaker 8: It appears that we have walked into a track.
Speaker 6: We assume that would be the case. Let's start walking, Amber.
Can you tell me how many elevators are in the building.
Speaker 9: Yeah, there's an elevator down the hall where I came from,
and there's another down this hall into the right, and
then there's a freight elevator on the south side of
the building, but you know to have a staff badge.
Speaker 2: For that one though.
Speaker 6: And stairwells.
Speaker 9: There's the one we just left, and then there's another
near the first set of elevators.
Speaker 6: We'll make our way to the second set of elevators
and see if we can get down from there.
Speaker 2: What is going on?
Speaker 8: There are individuals with guns that are trying to capture
and or kill us, and a shifter has been sent
to hunt someone here most likely to kill them. Hastings,
I've got this, okay, September. Amber, It's well, mostly it's
just as Hastings said. But we are going to get
you out of here.
Speaker 9: I'm not going anywhere with you. As soon as we
get downstairs, I'm calling the police.
Speaker 6: That is well and good. You can call the police
if you choose, but first let's get you outside into
safety and to Emily.
Speaker 9: Fine, just take me to Emily.
Speaker 8: September It would be better for us to have a
weapon or two.
Speaker 6: You're not wrong, but I think our main priority is
to get Amber out of here and warn Emily.
Speaker 9: The elevators are right here, around the right.
Speaker 6: No one's here. We're good.
Speaker 8: It seems strange that this elevator would not be guarded.
Do you think there is a trap at the bottom?
Speaker 6: I doubt it. They would have to secure the main floor,
and I think that would be a little too suspicious.
The police would already be on their way if a
group of armed individuals took over the main floor.
Speaker 8: Maybe local law enforcement is on the way.
Speaker 2: I hope they are.
Speaker 6: We will find out when we get down there September
what hastings. I don't think Emily is going to let
us leave without Marcus. I don't think she will like it.
But now that we have Amber with us, I don't
think she will risk waiting the elevator.
Speaker 9: It's almost here.
Speaker 6: Okay. When we get in, Amber, get to the right
and hide as much as possible to the side of
the elevator. That way, when we reach the main floor,
if there are people with guns, you'll be tucked away.
Do you understand.
Speaker 2: Okay?
Speaker 6: Okay?
Speaker 3: Amber watched as the elevator doors opened. Emily stood frozen,
her expression etched with terror, while behind her, a contra
agent held a gun to the back of her head.
The group instinctively stepped back into the hallway they had
just left. The contra agent shoved Emily forward, using her
as a shield. The agent wore a black helmet and
appeared to be speaking quietly over radio, likely communicating with
other agents. Amber noticed a shadowy movement behind the armed man,
but her view was obstructed, leaving her unable to discern
what lurked in the distance. While September attempted to diffuse
the situation and the agent barked orders at the group,
Amber could not break her attention away from whatever was
down the hall. The thing was getting closer fast. Taking
several steps back, Amber distanced herself from the agent in Emily.
The agent's order to remain still sounded distant and distorted,
drowned out by the ominous figure drawing nearer. It was
a grotesque sight, with long, slender arms that ended with
sharp claws, a distended belly that looked as if it
were about to burst, and most unnerving of all, a
faceless head with skin pulled taut. Like a mask over
whatever horror lay beneath. Deep inside, Amber knew the true
terror was not what was visible, but what was hidden
just under that ghastly facade, something malevolent that sought to
devour her body, mind, and soul. The agent finally recognized
that the horror painted on Amber's face was not because
of him, but instead something behind him. He turned around
just as the creature morphed back into its Sasquatch form,
a monstrosity now charging toward them. Overwhelmed with panic, Amber
acted on instinct, fleeing toward the only place she felt
could offer refuge, the place she felt the safest, her home.
Speaker 6: Ever.
Speaker 8: Wait, it doesn't appear she's going to stop.
Speaker 6: Emily, what were you doing in that elevator with the contract?
Speaker 5: They grabbed me as I was coming into the lobby.
Speaker 6: Didn't I tell you to stay in the car, Yes,
you did.
Speaker 5: I stayed in the car until I saw Amber. I
tried to catch her before she made it upstairs.
Speaker 6: It's done. We need to get you out of here.
Follow Amber, I'll be right behind you.
Speaker 2: Where are you going?
Speaker 6: I need to grab something. Stay with Hastings and Amber.
I'll catch up.
Speaker 8: Come on, Emily, we need to get to Amber's apartment
before she gets inside. Why because that's where Marcus and
Bullerd were being held by the contra.
Speaker 3: As Natalie White sat and closed in the bathroom of
Amber Lang's apartment, a droplet of water splashed onto her
shoulder from above. She had hastily shut herself in there after,
the detective brandished his weapon, slamming the door and readying
her rifle for an anticipated confrontation with either Bullard or
the Shifter. Yet, as silence stretched on and no attack came,
Natalie relaxed her grip on the rifle earned her attention
to the radio. Reports cracked through the device. An assault
group was here to aid in capturing September and Hastings,
but they would not be expecting the Shifter. Natalie listened
intently as agent Stanley and Richards engaged the creature by
the freight elevator. The encounter was brief but brutal. Richards
was killed immediately, while Stanley was alive but severely incapacitated,
with both hands broken and a shattered ankle. Stanley was
barely managing to report in over the radio, contemplating the
shifter's possible motives, Natalie's focus shifted when Agent Pavo broke
through the static, declaring that he had captured Emily and
was bringing her upstairs.
Speaker 2: Just as Natalie was about.
Speaker 3: To tell him to reverse course, she heard the young
agent say that he now had September and Hastings as well.
Natalie considered leaving her makeshift command center and running to
help when Pabo's voice spiked with terror before cutting off abruptly.
It was it was impossible to determine what killed him.
Whether the cause had been September, Hastings, Emily, or the Shifter,
all were dangerous. Her tactical calculations grew grim as she
tallied her rapidly diminishing team. Richard's, Stanley, Pabo, and most
likely Brown were all down. She counted seven dead or incapacitated.
Another drop of water fell from the ceiling. The apartment
complex must have been a real shithole. She moved from
where she sat on the edge of the tub and
positioned herself against the wall opposite the mirror, strategizing her
next move. Another urgent call rang through the radio, shouting
for help in the stairwell. It was Gibbs, reporting this
September had ambushed him and Taylor. Taylor was now dead
and his weapon was missing. The situation was spiraling out
of control, and Natalie felt the weight of command heavy
upon her as chaos rained around her team.
Speaker 5: This is Agent White and taking control of this operation.
We're losing too many people too quickly, and it's opening
gaps in our coverage. I want everyone to fall back
to the fourth floor barricade, the stairwells, and the elevators.
They'll have to get through us to escape.
Speaker 4: Agent White. Is that you, Boston? People around Brown?
Speaker 5: You're okay?
Speaker 4: Oh, I'm alive. Okay is kind of stretching it.
Speaker 5: What's your status?
Speaker 4: Oh? You know? I got a couple broken ribs. I'm
pretty sure my collar bones fractured, and the fucker took
a chunk out of my left hand string.
Speaker 5: I'm sure you'll survive. Are you still on the fifth floor?
Speaker 4: No, I'm on the fourth hole in the lobby elevators here.
I got Romero and Naylor with me.
Speaker 5: Okay, good stay there. If we can get everyone in position,
we can end this.
Speaker 4: And what if the inhumans go upstairs?
Speaker 5: I have snipers outside, one on each side of the building.
Speaker 4: Good fuck them.
Speaker 5: Any sign of the Shifter.
Speaker 4: No, not from us. It seems like it's staying. I'm
a fifth.
Speaker 5: Great. If you see the Shifter or September shoot to kill.
I think September is now armed. You got it, Boss,
Have Romero radio in more reinforcements if you.
Speaker 4: Can, well do you probably on joining us on the fourth.
Speaker 5: Maybe I have to go. I think someone just came
into the apartment.
Speaker 4: Natalie. If you see someone butt them down, no hesitation.
Speaker 3: Emily Swanson is voiced by Tisha Zang. Hastings is voiced
by Adam Culbertson. September is voiced by Richard Collins. Detective
Bullard is voiced by Tony Kinney. Detective Mariano Davis is
voiced by Glenn Michael Saxton. Marcus Baker is voiced by
Nico Rodriguez. Amber Lang is voiced by Narri Quock. Agent
Victor Brown is voiced by t Alexander Saxton. Agent Natalie
White is voiced by Sarah Callahan and narrated by Michael cole.
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