I got out of the van alongside Alan. We had parked a few miles away from Nathan's warehouse in Rome.
"There aren't a lot of guards like I thought there would be." Alan whispered.
Alan walked in front of me till we hid behind another pillar.
"We need a disguise." He said pointing forward.
There were two guards patrolling around the door to the warehouse.
"Wait here."
Alan pulled out a taser knife and sneakingly headed forwards them.
I pulled out a portable device and deactivated all the security cameras around the building.
Before long, Alan was coming back with uniforms on both sides of his arms.
"Smart move." I said.
Quickly, we put them on and his the bodies of those two guards. We confidently stood in front of the door and soon enough we entered.
Alan quickly tore the wires of the laser arms and we freely walked through the halls of the building.
A lot of guards had their eyes on us but they couldn't tell that we were imposters.
"Where the hell does he pick his guards." Alan said.
I only chuckled at his comment.
Since we had deactivated a the arms we entered the inner room of Nathan's warehouse.
The guards here were much more than those on the main floor.
We found a way to join their queue in whatever they were doing.
"Agent Salazar, Agent Martinez, report to Sir's quarters!"
Everyone turned to look at us.
"What's going on?" Alan asked me.
I looked down at our fake IDs and turned to Alan
"You're Salazar, I'm Martinez, let's go." I whispered to him.
We walked past them and entered the next room.
"Good evening.... sir."
I couldn't believe I was doing this.
My palms balled into fists as a swivel chair turned to reveal Nathan De Jigt .
He smirked for a reason I knew nothing of.
"I hope the plans are set."
What plans?
"Yes..yes sir." Alan responded.
I had a special pair of glasses on and I used that opportunity to scan everything around me.
"Move to portal 241 on your left." I whispered through my body mic.
Alan and I were only stalking Nathan for our guards to get past to get some very important files back.
When I was stabbed, Nathan had broken into our charity funds and had stolen all the artefacts and money we had from the charity ball so if we could get those files, we could get our money back.
"We need to get rid of Brandon and his stupid gang at once." Nathan said through gritted teeth.
Not if we get rid of you first.
"So, sir, what plans do you have in store for the Bartels'?"
"I know I hired stupid guards but I didn't expect you to be this stupid, how could you forget?"
"Sorry sir, we just...."
"But since you want to know, I want to get rid of Brandon for his money, fame, power, everything but now I am in for something else."
"What sir?"
Could Alan be more nosy?
And he was acting dumb.
"His wife, Clarissa."
He flashed an image of her from the charity ball.
"Isn't she fabulous."
I felt like grabbing him and feeding him to vultures.
Alan lightly coughed.
"Sir we are in."
"I will watch Brandon die whilst I get to have my way with...."
I pulled out my gun and shot him in the shoulder.
TWICE.
"Possessive much?"
"Our people are in."
Nathan screamed.
At that moment, a multiple number of guards entered the room.
Alan pulled out both guns and started shooting.
Nathan's guards were a lot but their aims were bad.
"We need to get out of here!"
I pulled put a grenade from my side pocket and threw it at a number of the guards.
Before the explosion, Alan and I had entered the car.
"Start it already." Alan shouted.
"Gladly." I said and accelerated.
Not long after, I looked through the rear view and saw a number of Nathan's guards following us.
Alan pulled his body put the window and started shooting their windscreens. I stepped on the gas and swerved into an unknown alley.
Nathan's people were still behind us. Alan and I made a quick switch. Alan got into the driver's seat and I was on the shoot out.
I pulled out a fair and threw a couple at them.
"Good one."
"Get to the main road and bend a curve!"
"Aye, aye captain."
The car made a screeching sound as Alan drifted. Then we started hearing sirens.
"Oh goodness, Italian police officers aren't very nice."
We were running from two now.
"We need to get out of here!"
"Stop the car and come out with your hands up!" One of the megaphones blared.
POW!
Our car screeched.
"Shit, they got one of our tyres."
"Get us to the nearest bridge and fast."
Alan huffed and went all out on full speed.
I used the chance and threw three grenades at a time because I knew it'd affect both the police and Nathan's people.
Getting near the bridge, we both unbuckled our seat belts, opened the doors of the cars and jumped off the bridge and into the water.
We stayed afloat watching our car as well as the others explode.
"Another mission complete." Alan said and gave me a fist bump.
Now our work here in Italy is done.
Nathan De Jigt has no chance against me, Brandon Bartels.
We swam ashore and hitched up a ride with our people.
Alan kept bluffing about the fact that he was able to get all the good dirt from Nathan.