Page 9 of Outlaw

Chapter Nine

Adam

Fuck.

I watch helplessly as Kelsey's wrists are bound and she is pushed into the back of a car by two of Harrison's men. He leans down and tells her that he will meet her at an alternate location, one where they will be safe but will get to watch the north eastern Unites States burn.

Now I know I was put here for a reason. The CIA hid stuff form me, go fucking figure. But I am here to do what has to be done. This is not the typical mob boss trying to own a territory, this is a terrorist organization. I don’t know how this asshole has gotten away with this plan for so long, but this is serious business, and I am in over my head.

My only hope is to get an SOS out to our handler and then, hopefully, the military will swoop in and handle this.

The only trouble is, I don’t know if I will survive it all. Depending on this bomb, the blast will be massive. I don’t know if I will escape if this goes awry or if the military coming in guns blazing will cause the plan to go forward early and kill us all.

I act hard, unphased. It seems like my cover is yet to be blown. So, for Kelsey’s safety and possibly the entirety of DC and even our government, I need to be play it cool.

Harrison turns to me with a smirk as the car drives away. "Are you with me, Adam?” he asks, his hand slapping over my shoulder like I'm his best pal.

Harrison is good at what he does. Good at manipulating others, hiding information, being all around fucking bipolar.

I'm not fooled by this camaraderie. I know what he’s capable of, especially now.

"What do you need me to do?” I say meaningfully.

"I don’t know what it is about you, but I have known from the first day you came you would be useful to me.” I didn’t like that word - useful. "I don’t trust anyone else with this, or I wouldn’t put you in the line of fire. But the process is almost complete. I have a friend who has a property just outside of DC not too far from here. That's where we have planted the bomb. It only needs one component in order for the plan to go off with a bang.”

He laughs at himself, a deep, dark, maniacal sound that sends chills down my spine. No matter how much of a badass I have always seen myself as, I never saw myself going up against a man who could get a hold of soviet bombs to blow up the nation’s capital.

"What is it?” I ask, raising an eyebrow as if I am truly curious. In truth, I don’t give two shits what it is. It won’t be making it there, even though it risks my life.

"Uranium.”

He proceeds to give me pieces of paper, things easily destroyed, with various instructions, names, and addresses on them. Then, an Uber is called for me to take me into downtown Baltimore, my first stop on this journey. For some reason, I am being trusted to do this part alone, but he says that too many men would make it suspicious.

I know this is also about me being new. People won’t know I work for Harrison. It won’t come back on him if I fuck up and get caught.

But as I climb in the Uber, I thank my lucky stars to be allowed to be alone. It’s the only way I'm going to get the message out to those I need to help me here.

Because we need to save the people of DC and Maryland or we're going to have the worst terrorist attack and national shut down this country has ever seen.

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This is the craziest thing I have ever done in my entire life, and that includes killing a man.

Well now, I have killed three more men under the guise of working for Harrison. The only difference this time is I mostly killed them for the safety of this plan.

I am in a delivery truck, one I'm sure has a tracker on it because why would Harrison have me drive a delivery vehicle full of uranium and not protect such an asset?

So, the two men in the back, I did away with them, leaving their bodies to rot in the back with the uranium, stabilized and hidden in a large delivery box which is lined with led to help keep it from being detected.

My handler was amazing, even though I hated that I was put in this situation to begin with, I am grateful he was able to have the FBI on the line in just minutes with a plan.

All I had to do was stop at a fueling station, feigning that these incompetent assholes gave me a delivery truck sitting on empty.

Check Done.

At the fuel station, things were switched out, planting a large box that resembles the other, loaded with something that looks like uranium but isn't. That is what I will be delivering. I have to complete the delivery in order to not be found out and not be killed, but I will also be doing it without the men I killed. I will cite their incompetency if asked.

The FBI is sure Harrison must have a backup plan that cannot be allowed to be activated.

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