Tragic Night A Tragic Night The dark sedan pulled quietly in front of a comfortable family home located in the Broncs. The brick residence stood silent and dark in the early hours of the morning, looking much like the rest of the houses in the neighborhood. However, inside this house lay the prosecution’s sole witness in the most important case in the history of the state. Without him, the trial could not go to court. His life was in danger.
Federal agent Michael Black stepped from the car with two colleagues and the three men made their way carefully and quietly to the boy’s bedroom window. Agent Black stood watch with his pistol drawn and ready. The FBI didn’t normally do this sort of thing, but in this case there was no other choice. His colleagues quickly snatched the sleeping boy from his bed, covering his mouth, and threw him into the waiting car. Agent Black briskly hopped into the driver’s seat and eased the car off down the road.
The boy, Richard Thompson had witnessed what was turning out to be the most important case in the state’s history, and after the FBI had uncovered the Mafia link they were left with no choice but to take Richard into safety. They presumed that the Mafia was watching every move made by the boy and his family, and the FBI could not risk telling the boy’s mother or any other family members. Richard sat in the backseat, squeezed between two agents. He was confused, still half asleep and luckily, very quiet. The dark car turned off the freeway and drove carefully down what seemed to bean unused dirt road. They were taking him to an FBI safe house, to reduce the risk of him being found. As the car turned a corner and picked up speed, a single shot was fired.
The gunshot rang throughout the trees. Agent Black looked in the back only to see that the agent on the left side was leaning on Richard, and the other agent was frantically trying to move the body. He had no idea what to do, but he knew that he couldn’t take the boy to the safe house. He suddenly stepped on the gas and spun the wheel. The car turned a full 180 degrees as he continued to accelerate.
The car raced past the spot where the first shot was fired. Instantly, another shot was fired hitting the second agent in the face, automatically killing him. Once back on the freeway, Agent Black picked up his mobile phone and rang his boss. We’ve got a leak. He spat out quickly, Shots were fire and John and Ralph are dead, but the kid’s still alive. I’ve got to get him somewhere safe fast. OK, OK.
Where are you taking him? his boss asked. I don’t want to say. Your phone could be bugged. Ring me back from a pay-phone. Then he promptly hung up. After losing the car that was trailing him, he turned slowly off the freeway and made his way quietly down a suburban street. He parked outside an old weatherboard house and carried Richard around the back.
He forced open an old wooden door and carried the boy down the stairs to the basement. His mobile rang. Mike. That you? It was the boss. Yep.
I’ve got the kid and I’m at my parent’s house. What! It’s not safe! The boss said angrily. He trusted Mike, but Richard was a very important witness. Don’t worry. I’m in the basement.
They won’t even know I’m here. Agent Black was calm now and had time to think. OK, but keep it that way. The boss said reluctantly. We need the kid.
No witness, no trial, you know the story. Get some sleep and I’ll come down tomorrow in person. Sunlight shined in through the vents along the east wall as Agent Black woke to answer the door. He was still dressed, but had been sleeping and was not fully alert. He opened the door and yawned.
Before he had even closed his mouth, the assassin shot the silenced pistol, putting a neat hole through his head. The assassin then stepped over the body and made his way to the boy, who was sleeping on the couch. He pulled a piece of nylon rope from his pocket and completed his mission. He then left the basement room as quietly as he had arrived. No witness, no trial after all.