With a Pull of a Trigger

Chapter Twenty-Five

Charles put the wallet back in its place in the briefcase and showed Greg a small rectangular metallic box with small wires in red tape and small wires in blue tape. “Before you go inside, you make sure this is connected to their wire box. Once you connect these, I’ll be able to loop the feed, and they won’t see you with their security cameras inside the room. As for the vault itself, it has a biometric scanner and a code. For the code,” said Charles, holding up Greg’s iPhone, “I made you this program that enables you to descramble the code. You just get these wires to touch the wiring of the number pad of the vault and the part of the phone were you put the charger, and voila, your code will be there in a minute, tops. As for the biometric scanner, I’ll just give you a latex sticker in your skin tone. Make sure you shake his hand and touch the latex to any finger of his, and then make sure that you don’t touch anything else with that finger.”

Greg nodded, watching as Charles put everything back inside the aluminum briefcase. “All I have are two daggers and a number of needles that can make people unconscious for five minutes?”

“Basically, yes,” said Charles, nodding.

“Oh, goody,” said Greg flatly.

“Cheer up, old lad,” Charles said flatly, turning around to place the briefcase on the floor.

“I am not old,” said Greg, standing up.

“Sure you aren’t,” Charles said distractedly, still bent and looking for something.

Greg was about to reply when he saw Reini leaning against the doorway, amused.

“You’re old, Greg. We all are,” said Reini, smiling.

Greg rolled his eyes. “We’re, like, thirty. We’re not fifty or anything.”

Reini nodded slowly, gesturing around the room. “With the work we do, we might as well be fifty years old.”

Greg nodded, “I am not disagreeing on you with that. Anyway, what’s up?”

Reini looked at Charles from the corner of her eye. “Not here,” she whispered.

Reini wrapped her fingers around Greg’s wrist and walked away, half-dragging Greg behind her as she walked with long, steady steps. The agents of CIA didn’t spare them a glance as they walked across the logo on the floor, to the elevator, only stopping her pace once Reini had Greg inside the elevator with her.

Greg raised an eyebrow as he looked at the button Reini just pressed. “Sublevel two?”

Reini gave a stiff nod, breathing out only when the elevator dinged and grabbed Greg, walking out and into a door made from pure chains. The walls were made of clean barbed wire, and a vision of the entire floor was offered from inside the steel prison.

Greg raised an eyebrow, obviously unimpressed. “You drag me away from work, and take me here? You better start talking, Saunders.”

Reini sighed, rubbing a hand across her face. She was anxious, and she knew that with Eena gone, Greg was the only best friend she had who would not be weirded out by what she was going to say. “I had a dream.”

Greg furrowed his eyebrows as stood still with his arms crossed. “Am I supposed to be singing ABBA or…?”

Reini rolled her eyes, looked heavenward and mentally asked for help, before looking back at Greg and blurted out what she had wanted to tell him in the first place. “I had a dream about Samuel last night.”

Greg immediately loosened his arms and smiled, his eyes regaining that mischevious spark in them. “Don’t spare the details.”

Reini sighed. She might as well tell him the whole truth. “I had a sex dream about Samuel last night.”