A Life Left Behind.

[Tactical Nightmare]

[color=#000000]0130 Hours GC time- Apartment.

[color=#000000] Angelina started when a loud knocking came from the door. She raised a pistol that Tobias had given her, She never carried the damned thing, but she was now. She peered through the eye-hole in the door, recognizing the features on the face she saw.

[color=#000000] “[color=#6b2394], John! I almost shot you through the door![color=#000000].” She exclaimed.

[color=#000000] “[color=#00ae00]Yeah, whatever. Where are the stiffs?[color=#000000]” Growled the man she let in thought the door, He shut it behind him. John Keel was an old man, he would admit that himself. He was in his mid-sixties, with salt-and-pepper hair and a gray beard. His grizzled eyebrows sat low on his face, topped neatly with the black beret he'd never abandoned, even after he'd left the service. He was also smoking a cigarette.

[color=#000000] “[color=#6b2394]In the living room, and put that damned thing out when you're in my apartment![color=#000000]” She chided, plucking the cigarette from his lips and throwing it out a window that had been broken by a stray shot.

[color=#000000] Keel grunted, then knelt beside the man lying on the ground. The man's eyes were still open, face terrified. The three round holes in his chest saw to it that that would never change. The three shots had gone right through him, leaving bloody holes on the wall, too. Keel used the holes to align himself at the position Tobias had likely been in. He looked for the man's weapon. It was several feet away from the body, Tobias had probably walked over to the body and kicked the gun away, just in case, when the second man had entered. Tobias had always been fast on the trigger. The man on the couch had a hole in his chest and one in his forehead.

[color=#000000] “[color=#00ae00]Yeah, This is Fisher's work. I'm surprised, he hasn't had practice in a long time.[color=#000000]”

[color=#000000] “[color=#6b2394]OK, but where is he?[color=#000000]” Demanded Angelina, looking around as if the two dead men would awaken and answer her question.

[color=#000000] “[color=#00ae00]I haven't got an Effing clue.[color=#000000]” Said Keel, Standing up, holding the men's wallets. “[color=#00ae00]This guy's got a PDA. I'll see if I could get my contacts in the Canaria Police Forces to track down it's contacts.[color=#000000]”

[color=#000000] Angelina was wringing her hands nervously, eyes wide and shining. Keel looked at her, then put an arm over her shoulders. Keel was used to her being a display of unshakable grace, even under the pressures of her job as Chief Engineer, this worried agony unnerved him. “[color=#00ae00]It's alright lass, He's fine. I've known him from his beginnings, He's tough. He's probably already found the people who sent these guys after him.[color=#000000]”