9 Operation Anti-D: Part 3 (1/2)

Outside of the 5-star hotel in the town. Patrick was waiting in the lobby of the hotel for his passenger. This was the first time that Patrick entered a 5 star hotel and the impression that left him was that rich people got everything. Even the couch of the hotel was nicer than his bed in comparison. 'maybe it's the time for me to replace that bed,' Patrick thought.

The sound of the bell boy walking here and there, the way that the security guard greeted him made him comfortable. Finally, the elevator door opened and a guess with the matching description as the picture in his phone appeared. She was a 19-year-old girl according to the profile, had a brown hair, her height was 162 cm. She wore a white casual dress and Patrick approached her.

”Excuse me, ma'am, are you Clara Lisse?” Patrick asked her, but forget to put the pistol that held on his hand away.

She recoiled, gasping, ”Are you SWAT team?”

Patrick put his pistol to the holster, ”Heck no, I'm your escort.”

”I remember that I ask my maid to call for an escort,” she paused and looked at Patrick's armor, ”but not this kind of escort.”

”Oh, I'm not a person that can satisfy a woman,” he sighed and grabbed Clara's hand. ”But I can try to.”

They walked to the car park, 'God, now I'm working as an escort.' he pushed the car key button and he opened the door for her, ”Thank you.”

He started the engine of the car and the dials on the car went up then went down. He drove down the road of the hotel and went out of that hotel and asked her, ”How should I accompany you?” He asked, but the view of a masked man with an automatic rifle asking her wasn't a good sign.

”Could you take me to McDonald's or something?” She said.

”Sure thing,” He stopped his car on top of red light. It was 22.00, so the road was quite quiet. There was no car around. Except for his car and another three cars that were lined up on that stoplight.

It was a modified car, in short, they were their mom's car that had been modified for a race. They revved up the engine and it was roaring like crazy.

Clara looked at the outside of the window, she looked at the reffing cars. She poked Patrick's back, ”Racing car, they're good stuff you know. Think you can beat them?”

Patrick nodded behind, ”This ain't yo papa big sedan. This thing is a race car.” He switched the driving mode from comfortable to sport mode. He revved up the engine too.

”Yo, looks like we have a rich boy right here,” a black guy in the car shouted.

”Is he wants to race us?” Another black guy said.

Patrick put his MP5SD safety's off and hoped that those guys wouldn't do anything stupid. He revved up the engine of his car and set the launch control on. He saw the red lights that had turned yellow.

He pressed on the gas pedal and left the other three cars in smoke. He left all of them in the drag race and they continued their cruise in the street roads. Their destination was a bar on the other side of the town. ”From 1 to 10, how's my driving skill?”

”I will give it 7, you're in a faster car then they're. One of them is using a modified Prius,” She smiled wryly.

”Haha, yes,” he said as he drove faster.

He arrived at that bar which was reserved for a party. He opened the door for Clara and she entered that bar and he asked, ”Do I have to come to the bar?”

She shook his head, ”Nada, the security in this bar is tight. I won't be in danger. Here's my phone number in case you need me,” she gave her a phone number in a piece of paper.

”Ok,” he said as he waited in the car, and Clara showed her ID and she entered the bar.

While he was waiting for Clara in the car, he got an unknown message from an unknown person. It wasn't from Lima, Alpha, nor Bravo.

Unknown: ”Watch your backs.”

Delta/Patrick: ”Why?”

Unknown: ”Get out of the car.”

Delta/Patrick: ”Why?”

Unknown: ”Just get out of the car. I'm an ally.”

Delta/Patrick: ”Ok.”

He got out of that car and he looked around the place. The parking lot wasn't full of people and there wasn't anything suspicious either. There wasn't any black Chevy Suburban or any white van either.

Unknown: ”Call me Charlie. I'm here to help.”