Phone App: Portable Armory 9 Operation Anti-D: Part 3

Outside of the 5-star hotel in the town. Patrick was waiting in the lobby of the hotel for his pa.s.senger. 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, 'G.o.d, now I'm working as an escort.' he pushed the car key b.u.t.ton 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."

Delta/Patrick: "Ok."

Unknown: "Ok, Clara Lisse is in danger. You must get her out of that club, but be sure that you and she could leave discreetly."

Delta/Patrick: "Why?"

Charlie: "A price on his father's head is very big. She could be taken as a hostage, another friend of ours will help."

Delta/Patrick: "Who?"

Suddenly, a person poked his back with something. Patrick turned back and aimed his MP5SD at his back. It was another contractor, he was holding a suppressed MP7 and had the same loadout as him. The only difference was that he wore a ballistic vest and wore a helmet. His build was similar to him, only a bit shorter.

As that unknown raised his hands, "I'm a friend that Charlie sent. Call me Echo." He lowered his hands and offered his hand, "I'm here to help you get Clara out of that building."

He shook his hand, "Pleasure doing business with you Echo, you can call me Delta."

"Nice to meet you Delta, let's walk around the place shall we?" They walked around the club to observe any entry points.

There were 3 normal entry points, the staff door on the back of the building, the cargo bay on the left side of the building, and the main entrance. All of them were guarded by a bouncer.

"Hmm, a revolver. Will work against drunk people, but won't work for any professional such as us," He said.

Then, suddenly, five cars appeared from the main streets in front of the club. They were looking as menacing as h.e.l.l. Most of them had piercings and they were wielding blunt weaponry such as Molotov c.o.c.ktail and machete. They were the local street thugs, but from the looks of it, looks like they were going to attack the club.

Patrick looked at them, "I'm glad that none of them is using a firearm."

"Yeah, but Clara will be under attack. We must go now!" Echo ran to the backdoor of the club which was locked. The bouncer approached them, "Oy, what are you doing..." Patrick shot him with 9mm subsonic rounds.

Echo grabbed a bolt cutter from his back and snapped that lock. But the door was also locked from the inside. Patrick grabbed a tactical crowbar from his back and force opened that door. "Great, you're efficient."

They went through the kitchen and there were many chefs in that kitchen, most of them were cooking, "Coming Through!" Echo kicked the door that leads to the room behind the bar. Luckily, the things hadn't reached the club yet. Unfortunately, Clara was drunk and being teased by someone of the opposite gender.

Echo approached her, "Mrs. Lisse, we have to go now." Clara was drinking a gla.s.s of a seemingly strong drink.

"Hey yo, relax mate. The party isn't over yet, better step out of here before I..." Patrick bashed the back of his head with the stock of his MP5SD.

"I'm an introvert, I dislike talking to people," He grabbed Clara's hand and ran to the front door. But then he noticed that the front entrance wasn't safe. The angry mobs had killed that bouncer. The EDM music suddenly stopped and a Molotov was thrown to the window of the club.

The coaches that were located near the window were burned and the crowds in the club started screaming and running in multiple directions. The mobs were storming through the front door and started breaking things.

Echo pulled Patrick's sleeve and they went for the cargo bay. It was located closer to their car. The sliding door was closed and they need a tactical answer for that, "Don't worry, I got this," Echo placed a C4 charge on the door.

They took cover behind a crate and that plastic explosive blasted the door open. They immediately ran to the car and argued on who's going to drive.

"I'm driving," Echo said.

"Have you ever partic.i.p.ate in an illegal street race?" Patrick asked.

"No."

"Do you have a mad friend that forces you to partic.i.p.ate in a tactical driving lesson for a year?"

"Nein."

"Then let me drive," he opened the door for Clara and closed it as he started the engine using the remote of the car.

Echo entered the car, "I will be riding shotgun," he said as he entered the car and turned on the siren that the car surprisingly had.

He entered the car and he pressed the pedal hard and made a smoke behind him and left that club. Echo looked behind and saw that the coast was clear.

"Phew, let's return this girl to the hotel," Echo said.

"Too soon to say that Echo," a car was chasing after them from behind alongside three motorbikes.