Next Door

[Cole]

- Late in the night at the neighboring home to the Smiths a black Chevy Monte Carlo would pull into the driveway, the car would halt just underneath the car port and cease it’s engine a young man opening the door and stepping out . He would move around to the back and open the trunk removing a large duffle bag before shutting it once again, reaching out with his right arm he would press the button on his key chain activating the cars alarm system . -

-He would then move to the front door of the home and open it slipping inside, the mans name was Cole and this home was his new safe house. Seems the last tenants were run off by late night noise coming from the folks next door, Cole was rarely asleep during the night so this would not bother him. His agency friends had already taken the liberty of setting his house up for him, all the essentials television, stereo, kitchen supplies and of course a bed as well as a weapons storage in the basement. Just your basic government killers abode Cole simply peeks out the widows from the blinds taking a look around the block before cracking a smile and moving over to a large leather lounge chair, he would then kick his feet up and turn on the television watching intently for the time being daylight was breaking out over the horizon and a new day would be upon him soon.

[Cole]

-Cole sat silent back home in his big leather chair the television on nothing worth watching playing, he simply groaned as he heard the beep echoing from his computer a few feet away on the desk he would then call out. “ Codename: Last Call.. Pass Code: 5121984 “.. The computer would kick on the screen lighting up as it spoke back. “ Codename and Pass code confirmed Mr. Davis” ..He would chuckle “ What do you have for me ?” .. The computer would load up a few images of a couple of men. “ Code 1 priority Mr. Davis seems these are your specialty we would like to maintain a level of silence this time so please try to be a little more silent than your last job. “Cole: "No problem.” ..The voice from the computer would call out once more. “ And please Mr. Davis .. A little less messy to?” ..Cole would smile “ Aww see now your taking all the fun out of it for me!” Voice: “ You know we can’t afford to clean up big messes.” Cole: “Yes I understand consider it all taken care of.” Voice: “ Thank you Mr. Davis all the information has been sent, payment will be handled as usual .” Cole: “Ok I got it have a nice one.” ..Cole would sigh and shut off the computer he would then look over the information. “ Iranians huh? .. Two of them. Known terrorist activity’s .” Cole would grin reading over the next part. “ Now that’s rich .. Location: New York City! This should be fun.” He would get up and walk to the door to the basement heading down and glancing over the wall of weaponry he would then grab a Kevlar vest off the wall and put it on pulling a T-shirt on over it. He would go on to grab his custom 9mm and a knife from the wide selection holstering and sheathing them putting on a jacket hoody and heading back up the stairs he would grab the keys off the coffee table and head out to his car turning off the alarm and getting in the drivers side. He would turn the ignition switch on giving some throttle allowing the car to rumble to before quickly taking off towards the city.-