Blown for Good - Marc Morgan Headley [72]
“Repeat last message to mouth,” Danny’s brain commanded.
“Deacon, we just got two more alarms!” Danny said into the radio. As if Deacon could do anything, he was huffing and puffing his way back to the security booth on foot now that someone had practically jacked the rover bike right out from under him.
Deacon made it back to the booth and hopped into the security truck.
“Get to the east entrance!” Danny yelled to him.
Deacon headed out to the east entrance to check out the alarm down there. As he climbed out of the truck, he decided to take the keys with him this time. Good thinking Deacon. You would not want to have two vehicles jacked in one night. There was nothing there.
“All clear here,” Deacon said over the radio.
While Danny and Deacon were freaking out and trying to catch the intruders setting off the alarms, unbeknownst to them, someone was climbing over the fence above the villas and carefully NOT setting off any alarms. He was dressed in black like a Ninja. He had a gun and seemed to know where he was going and what he needed to do.
Meanwhile, Danny and Deacon had received back up guards and vehicles. Two guards headed down to check out the alarm at another location. Who knows where the guy on the bike went? Was it the same guy setting off the other alarms?
“Eagle, do you see anything?” Danny asked.
The guard at Eagle could see the whole property from the perch on the mountain. If there was a motorbike driving around anywhere on or near the base, you could see it from Eagle.
“Guy on Rover Bike has been spotted; he is driving around in the riverbed on the south side!” Eagle answered.
Two guards raced down to apprehend Rover Bike Guy.
Meanwhile the Armed Ninja Dude up by the villas made his way to the middle villa, where the Religious Technology Center offices were located.
As the guards came closer to getting the guy on the bike, Deacon reported that he couldn’t find anyone at the east entrance. Deacon headed down to the river to meet up with the other guards and get his bike back.
The door to Warren McShane’s office in the middle villa opened. Armed Ninja Guy entered. Warren McShane was sitting at his desk typing on his computer. As quietly as Armed Ninja Dude entered, he took out his gun and came up behind Warren’s chair.
Back to the riverbed. “Where is this guy?” the guards asked themselves.
“Looks as if he has turned the bike off!” Eagle said. ”I don’t see him anymore.”
“We have the bike!” The guards exclaimed over the radio, as if they had anything to do with getting it back. It was parked in the riverbed with the key in it. Rover Bike Ninja Guy was nowhere to be found.
“We are heading back to the booth,” the guards told Danny.
Back to the villas.
“Bang – you’re dead!” were the words Warren McShane heard at the precise moment the cold gun barrel made contact with the back of his head. Of all the words in the English language, those three are probably not among the few that you would want to hear while the cold muzzle of a gun was being pressed against the back of your head.
Back at the booth, the guards were just starting to catch their breath and recover from what was probably the equivalent of having your shorts pulled down in front of the whole school at the championship basketball game.
The hotline phone in the booth rang. This was the direct line that is used only by Religious Technology Center staff in urgent emergencies or serious security situations. The guards in the booth looked at each other. Danny picked up the phone knowing that no matter what the reason for the call, no good would come of it.
“You guys are toast!” the voice said. “Someone just broke into Warren’s office in the villas with a gun!” He hung up.
You could picture the look on Danny’s face and the steamy pile that he dropped into his pants as the words hit his ears. I can imagine it probably took place somewhere in between “toast” and “gun.”
Danny put the phone down and the guards gave him the “Well?” look. Danny told them that someone broke into Warren’s office with a gun. Before