by MacShayne
Three minutes and thirty two seconds after he fired his last shot, Mitch walked towards the fire escape in slow pace. He could hear via the police scanner that all hell broke loose at the Marriot right now. While he took the stairs towards the ground, a little child noticed his appearance. It was a boy of approximately seven years old. Mitch almost reached the ground when the boy already had disappeared. Would this compromise his mission? Mitch took a few deep breaths as he chose to not return to his vehicle. His reptile brain told him that going back was going death. He always followed his instincts, and that was probably the very reason that he was still alive. He was wearing black clothing and a black hoody. He didn’t put his hoody on since it would make him looking suspicious. While he was four minutes away from the Dolley Madison, he passed by a female. She was a twenty year old, which meant her knowledge about modern day technology was above average. Mitch continued walking in a slow pace until he reached a corner. He sensed that someone was following him. And the only time that this sort of sense was false, was during his programme. Mitch made a left at S Kenwood street. He knew that you could walk around this building. So, Mitch began to ran in order to find out who was following him. Once he reached the other side of the building. He walked in a slower pace back to the street he was walking moments earlier. He first scouted his right. No one to see. Then, he continued walking the same path again taking the left for a second time. No one was there.. At least, he didn’t see her...
Crystal Gateway Marriott, 12 February 2010
FBI-agent Philip Monroe was twenty-nine years old. He joined the FBI three years ago after two stints in Iraq and Afghanistan. He grew up in Delaware and was adopted by wealthy stepparents. Phillip didn’t have brothers or sisters, so he was the perfect candidate for the FBI. His parents were shot and killed by a cartel in Mexico City when he was four years old. It was almost sunset when he received news regarding a possible assassination. An anonymous source had informed the police regarding one of the FBI’s most wanted persons. Normally, such intell would be processed. Nowadays after the events in 2001, this information was hand over to the FBI within three minutes. So, six minutes and twenty eight second later, after the anonymous phone call, Monroe was aware of the possibility that number two on the list from a few years was very much alive and in his backyard.
The source did not tell what the reason oh his sudden appearance was not where to find him exactly. But, he was seen in Long Branch Creek. Monroe had set up a unit to take on patrol duties within twenty eight minutes. He himself and four other agents were scouting the neighbourhoods and waiting for new information. If Mitch Crowne was in the city, it was for a reason. If he was alive, he was to be dealt with very carefully. Everyone since 2001 was informed about Mitch Crowne during their programme to become FBI agents. Mitch Crowne was the definition of a home-grown terrorist.
Monroe wasn’t looking at his watch when the call came in. It was one of his team members, Vanessa Hutchins, that reported to have heard three shots. Before the radio silence, she reported that she was near the Dolley Madison Towers.
‘Did you hear that?’, She asked surprised.
‘Hutchens, be more clearly.’
‘Three gunshots, coming from the Dolley Madison.’
‘I’m on my way.’
S Kenwood street, Washington, 12 February 2010
Vanessa Hutchins was a twenty six year old FBI agent with the beautiful appearance of a twenty year old model. She had long blonde hair, now tied in a knot, and beautiful brown eyes. She was the best of her class during weapon practise and martial arts. She also had an IQ higher than 130 and a photographic memory. She also knew everything about the American history of crimes. She knew exactly that the devil from New York, the savage, better known as Mitch Crowne passed her by.
She stalked him afterwards but failed to report it. She knew how good Mitch was, almost inhuman, she could have blown her cover by informing her colleagues. After she heard the gunshots, she walked straight to the Dolley Madison. After following her target for a time, she almost walked into an ambush. This was the spot for a Mitch Crowne trick. She ran towards the house at the opposite of the street and took cover. Three minutes later, Mitch appeared at the corner of the street for a second time. And this time she had a clear view. She almost could not believe that a legend was standing less than fifty metres away.
Mitch saw a glimpse of her button a little too late when suddenly someone in the house turned on the light in the kitchen. He did not shoot at her immediately but ran towards the house opposite her hide-out. She didn’t hesitate and shot eight times. One hit him in his arm. She was good. But he didn’t expect less. Mitch knew that sooner or later her back up would arrive. And.. Someone set him up... The worst of it, it didn’t even surprise him.
Vanessa called in her position after she lost her sight of Mitch. She was a little too late. But that was all because of bad luck. She could have put an end on this if she had two seconds more time. She did she that she hit him one time, but was it good enough?
‘What is your position Hutchins?’, Monroe asked.
‘2508 S Kenwood street. I hit the suspect once.’
‘Good, the son of a b*itch killed one of our own.’
‘Who?’
‘Someone that was protecting a highly decorated man, Richard Bennard Home is also reported missing.’
‘Was he the target?’
‘We believe so. Our agent was in time to prevent Crowne from killing him. He’s an hero.’
‘You know what that means Monroe.’
‘Yeah, he killed someone from 2400 metres away Hutchins. You may have surprised him, he’s more dangerous than we can possibly know.’
‘I’m not waiting for back up!’
‘I insist Hutchins!’
‘Screw this...’, Hutchins said as she ran towards the next house.
Mitch climbed the house and was laying on his stomach. He saw how the shooter was running towards the next house. He also heard their conversation. It was the girl he thought was a simple student that opened fire on him. She had blonde hair, Mitch would see her from a distance. Even though he wanted to kill her, he tried to think of a way less dirty. He waited a little longer until she was about to cross the street. She must have known that Mitch wasn’t coming her way. If she was good, she also would know how he operates. Mitch felt a flesh wound on his shoulder, nothing life threatening on short notice.
Vanessa waited a few minutes. The thought of crossing the street was competing against her knowledge about Mitch’s familiar strategies. He was either running away from her, which meant she would lose him, or waiting for her to cross the street. Probably the later. The time was eating on her but she decided not to cross the street. Then she heard a call pulling over at the address she had given.
By now, all authorities would be prepared for the man hunt Mitch thought. He had a slight chance of survival if he could find transportation within the next eight minutes. And then his joker arrived. Via the police scanner, he heard that Monroe pulled over near the address. This meant that he had to kill, for his own sake. Then something surprised him. Vanessa appeared from the shadows to prevent Monroe from leaving his bulletproof car. He could kill her with military precision but instead, decided against his own gut not to kill her. A mistake. He missed her by a hair which cause Monroe to leave the car. Mitch shot immediately at Monroe and hit him. Then He took a second shot while Hutchins opened fire on him. Also, with military precision. Mitch was hit in his leg when he turned around. Also a flesh wound. But before he was able to jump of the roof, a second bullet entered his side. Mitch didn’t land well on his feet but fell on a trampoline behind the house.
Monroe was hit in his arm and chest but was wearing an armour. He wasn’t mortally wounded but he hit his car with the back of his heat and passed out. Hutchins called in an ambulance. She decided to stay with Monroe. After half a minute, Monroe regained his conscience.
‘Thank god.’
‘Did you get hi
m?’, Monroe stammered.
‘I hit him.’
Monroe shook his head a little. ‘Go get him!’
‘How do you feel?’
‘I’ll manage Hutchins.’
‘Okay.’
‘Now do your f*cking job!’, He said with almost all his energy.
Hutchins ran towards the back of the house where Mitch would have landed. She found blood but no sign of a body. She took cover and used her flashlight. It was then that she discovered the trail Mitch probably left behind. It let towards a shop a couple of ten metres further.
Mitch entered the barbershop that was unoccupied. No one was inside. He grabbed scissors and found himself a first aid kit. He opened it to grab the products that he needed to threat his wounds. Mitch put off his jacket when he heard someone else near the back entrance. Via the police scanners, he already figured out that back up was called for and an ambulance. He thought that Hutchins would stay behind. He was wrong. Next time he would kill them. He had promised Mia to avenge her mother, no one was going to prevent him from breaking that promise. Not even a young FBI agent that is way in over her head.
‘Mitch Crowne, this is the FBI! Surrender yourself’, Hutchins screamed.
Mitch did not respond to her threat and counted his bullets. He had only seven left in his fire arm. He still carried the other weapon in his backpack, but it was now close to not useful.
‘You are surrounded!’, She screamed. ‘If you don’t surrender within three seconds, I am forced to take you out’, she continued threatening him. Then she began to shoot inside the shop.
Mitch heard from which place the shots came from. He also put together and escape plan. Mitch waited until he heard the sound of a reloading weapon made. He jumped towards his lift and shot one time. It went through the door and with most certainty would miss her. Then, as she began to shoot again. Mitch Jumped through the window more towards the left and took cover behind the wall immediately. Then Mitch shot one more time. This one went through the wall near the door opening. Then Mitch ran away towards the other side of the street.
Hutchins was hit in her side as well. She didn’t expect the second shot. Mitch was still good. But so was she. She heard him running away. So, she took a leap of faith and marched towards the broken window and caught a glimpse of Mitch. He was almost behind the funeral shop. Ironic she thought. Then she shot six times and hit him in his left leg. That would slow him down.
Mitch entered the funeral shop and acted quickly. He used a knife from the kitchen to remove the bullet en used whiskey to clean his third wound. Then he bandaged the wound with a towel and duct tape. He went back outside within two minutes and scouted the area. He heard the sounds of sirens coming closer and knew that he was almost out of possibilities. He didn’t sense Hutchins and was also out of the luxury to take his time. He walked towards a side street of Shirlington road when suddenly a shadow betrayed Hutchins position. Just as Mitch aimed his weapon towards the corner, he figured out that it wasn’t her. Another FBI agent appeared, probably another one of Monroe’s team. Before he knew it, a bullet entered both his legs and right hand in which he kept his fire arm. He had now only two bullets left, but didn’t kill the agent. He did attract Hutchins’ interest. Before Hutchins, who entered the funeral shop from the front made her way to the back alley, Mitch hit the FBI agent unconscious.
Hutchins saw her colleague laying on the ground immediately. She didn’t ran towards him in a straight line, keeping in mind that Mitch was waiting on her next. She reported the coordinates of her fallen colleague before she discovered that Mitch wasn’t near him. She didn’t take risks and waited till back up arrived a few minutes later. They discovered that also this colleague was not fatally wounded and had a huge chance to survive... Monroe, after being patched up arrived on the scene also and wanted to talk with her before he would be taken to the hospital.
‘It’s not your fault Hutchins’, he said. ‘You also saved my life.’
‘I was not good enough to stop him.’
‘No one is. But we will get him. Now we know he’s alive.’
‘You’re getting a medal for saving my ass. You know that right?’
‘I didn’t safe you. He just didn’t kill you.’
‘Don’t be this hard on yourself.’
‘I’m not. He could have killed us all. Instead, he did this. Very much unlike the Mitch Crowne we know.’
‘What do you mean?’
‘I think we don’t know shit about him or his intentions.’
‘You better keep that to yourself Hutchins. This time, I’ll let it slide. But Mitch Crowne is a fugitive. A dangerous assassin on the loose with multiple crimes committed on his list. He’s a danger to mankind and must be stopped.’
‘Yeah, you’re right. How foolish of me.’
‘Just keep it one time only Hutchins. You’re one bad mistake away from becoming a criminal.’
‘Where is he now?’
‘In the neighbour. We have informed everyone about his presence. He won’t be able to leave Washington.’
‘He’s also wounded.’, Hutchins said as Monroe walked back towards to a FBI car. He would be drive towards a nearby hospital for further car. The car drove away. It was driven by two agents.
Interstate 395, Washington, 12 February 2010
Instead of leaving the interstate to get towards Inova Alexandria Hospital, the driver continued driving further. Was he being taken to Fort Belvoir? That way he could be debriefed and taken care of faster of course. Monroe tried to use his phone, but it was broken. Probably when he was shot, he must have dropped it since he was holding it. He activated a transmitter in his badge. They also passed the exit leading towards Fort Belvoir which alarmed Munroe. He couldn’t see the drivers. They eventually left the road when they crossed the Occoquan River. The car pulled over at Hoffmaster’s marina. Then he heard the sound of doors opening, so, he opened his also. Then he was dismantled by Mitch immediately.
‘We need to talk’, Mitch said.
‘Go to hell!’
‘Not yet.’
‘What do you want?’
‘I didn’t intend on killing anyone.’
‘Well, you did.. Again...’
‘I’m not sorry for my actions. Home is going to die. If anyone gets into this crossfire, it’s all your own fault if you get caught by a bullet.’
‘You gonna kill me?’
‘If I was, you were already six feet below by now. I needed a free way out of there. You gave me that opportunity.
‘Have you ever thought about all those parents you killed? You are the reason many tears of grief have been shattered. How can you life with that?’
‘I was trained well by your government Monroe. And when I killed parents for them, I never heard them giving a damn either.’
‘You’re not human.’
‘I’m just the weapon. I did not create myself did I?’
‘You chose yourself. Tonight you’ll be finished.’
‘I don’t think so.’
‘You’re wounded and running all night. Yes you are.’
‘I could do this all night long.’
‘Why did you need to talk.’
‘Because of that trick you tried to play on me. Now, someone is trying to find you. Now, I have to take out whoever is going to show up here.’
‘How did you know?’
‘Like I said, I’m trained well’, then Mitch hit Munroe against his sleep. Munroe fell on the ground. Mitch grabbed him and put him in his car and the other driver in the driver’s seat. The second driver was unconscious in the trunk. ‘Amateurs’, Mitch said.
Hoffmaster’s marina, Washington, 12 February 2010
It surprised Mitch how long it took for someone to show up and check on Munroe. In that time he treated his wounds and patched himself up to stop the bleeding permanently. Then only one car showed. It was driven by Hutchins. She stepped out of the car probably not expecting Crowne who had only two bullets left.
‘Alone?’
‘You failed your mission Munroe.’
‘Did Reddington hired you also?’
‘I’m here to deal with loose ends. I know Mitch and you had some time to talk before my arrival. What did you say to him?’
‘Nothing. Absolutely nothing.’
She heard the steps too late. This was such a mistake that she deserved to die she thought. Before she could drew her gun at him, he shot at her gun causing her to lose it. Now she was standing in front of him. Mitch put his gun back to its place.
‘Reddington sent you?’
‘You really didn’t know?’
‘I should have taken you out.’
‘I know, maybe you saw someone else in me. You’re getting slippery Mitch. Thought you could get away with double crossing Reddington?’
‘He understands’, Mitch said.
‘So, what now?’, she said as she threw a grenade towards his directions. "Where the f*ck was she keeping that?", was all Mitch thought while jumping away.
The grenade exploded blowing both Mitch and Hutchins backwards. They both fell on the ground. Hutchins stood earlier and ran towards Mitch, she jumped on him and tried to strangle him. Mitch’s stitch in his side torn open again. Both her hands were wrapped around his neck. Mitch punched her with all his strength against her chin. He had longer arms and could hit her just enough for her to lose her grip. They both stood up fast. She hit Mitch multiple times in his stomach before he was able to punch her one time against her nose. It broke immediately. Then as she attacked him again, he dodged her kick and grabbed her left foot. He then pulled her forward and broke her knee by kicking on it causing him to sank to his knee also while she fell behind him.. Then she wrapped herself around him with her arms screaming in pain. Mitch fell on his back with her under him. She grabbed her knife and was able to cut Mitch’s arm before stabbing it in his chest. Luckily for him, she missed any fatal organs. Mitch managed to stand again before Hutchins used her good left to kick him down. Mitch felt forward above her. While he fell, he pulled out the knife and jammed it in her stomach. Mortally wounded, Hutchins stopped fighting while Mitch took the knife out of her again.
