192 Bad Idea (1/2)

Have you ever had an idea that you went through with even though you knew it was a bad idea? That was kind of how Laz was feeling as he walked up the stairs. Sure, he didn't want to leave those girls stranded down here. It wasn't like he was going to be able to call the police to tell them that the mayor's son had a hidden room under his house in which he kept girls prisoner, right? No sane person would believe that. As such, Laz knew he was the only chance these girls had of being freed. But there was a far more important reason he did it.

Leona had asked him to.

We've all been there. When that girl who has a place in your heart ask you for something, you do your damnest to make her request come true. It's just the way it is. Obviously those request didn't normally include mortal danger, but there is always the exception.

There is also the fact that Leona was in the dark about the situation at the compound since Laz didn't tell her. If he had, she would have never made that request. But that would have haunted her for a long time to come.

Science calls it survivors guilt and it will haunt you for the rest of your life. Laz wasn't about to strap that problem on to her. Instead, he was going to do everything in his power to make it happen for her.

Even if it was a really bad idea.

Sighing to himself, Laz finally reached the actual basement of the house. It was a finished living area that had cinema style seating and looked like it could seat a lot of people. On top of that, there was a large screen and various refreshment areas including a fridge and a mini bar. Laz noticed that the door he just walked out from seemed to blend into the wall when it closed. It was almost like if you didn't know where it was and how to open it, you wouldn't even know it was a door.

'I suppose when you want to hide something, this is the way to do it.' Laz could only marvel at the hidden door. After all, it was clear this was a rather rich persons house. And which rich person didn't have a few things to hide.

Despite the rather cozy setting, Laz spread his sense around and found the next staircase leading upward. There wasn't anything for him to do down here anyway. His real target was one floor above.

...

The security and government agents were still waiting around and relaxing. Although they were in position, there was no sign of the incoming threat. As was the generally accepted norm, they would be hearing from the gate first before anything happened. Since the gate was quiet and nothing else was happening within the compound, they didn't feel it necessary to be totally alert. Even Agent Wallace was sitting down and having a drink while they waited for an update while chatting with Brian.

The only person who seemed nervous the entire time was Fred who was doing his best to not pace.

Noticing this, Brian couldn't help but laugh.

”Yes. He is a rather unpleasant fellow.” Despite Brian's age being much younger, he treated agent Wallace as though they were on the same level, something that annoyed the agent to no end. Of course, since he needed Brian, he wasn't about to let that show.

”I don't know why I agreed to you using him.”

”As I said agent, a good trap requires good bait.” Although Brian kept spewing this line that he knew was shit, the agent would always believe it. Brian spared no effort to use what he knew the agent would believe and understand since that was a good way to control him. Watching the agent do just what he wanted with few questions only to advance his own career while believe every lie he was told? Brian couldn't help but wonder how such an idiot would have been put in charge of this position. The man knew nothing about the infected types and the Blessed which is what Brian started calling himself after he had seen the term online somewhere.

As such, Brian felt that the good agent was nothing more than a puppet for him to control.

As everyone was mired in their own thoughts and obviously feeling that this whole situation was over kill, no one noticed when a door opened up near the stair case and a young, pale man dressed in a security uniform walked out. Well, no one except for Fred who would have jumped at the sound of a pin drop.

He was actually the first one to recognize Laz. But instead of being able to say anything, he just froze up and wasn't able to move. Mostly because Laz was standing right next to him.

Not one guard turned around to the sound of the door opening and closing since people had been moving in and out of the room all day for various reasons. Not even agent Wallace or Brian noticed at first as they were busy doing their own things. Only Fred saw the pale face with the bright blue eyes that looked directly back at him.

Why would anyone even think that the one they had been sent to capture would come up from the basement? They were still 'focused' on the front door.

Seeing this situation, Laz didn't know whether to laugh or just be thankful that he wasn't greeted by by a hail of bullets as soon as he walked through the door. As it was, he noticed Fred for the first time since walking in.

”Oh? I was looking for you...”

Since his goal was to blow things up, why not start with one of the causes of this mess. Seeing Fred here, he knew for a fact that he had been involved in this whole incident and Laz couldn't help but want to remove one of the roots of the problem.

Laz extended a finger out right towards Fred's frozen face that was still trying to call for help and ended up touching him right in the forehead. Then with a slight bit of energy, Laz drew forth the black fire. Like a lit match hitting gasoline, Fred's entire head caught fire, the black flames quickly spreading downward. Just before His his vocal cords liquefied, Fred let out a heart wrenching scream, alerting everyone in the room.