Rescure

After the arrest of Mr. Gorge, the officers decided to turn the entire castle upside down, breaking all the doors and locks, yet they could not find a thing. Woodley became frustrated as he placed a call to Lucas, unknowing to him, Thomas was just behind the door, listening to his conversation.

"Sir, I can't find anything here. We have searched the entire building for the diamond, but I think they hid it somewhere, definitely not in this house," he said in a low voice, waiting for Lucas to respond. Just then, he heard a disembodied voice saying, "You motherfucker." Thomas tried to hit him with a club but missed.

Woodley, being a better-trained fighter, punched him in the face, and as he tripped to the floor, Woodley brought out his taser gun and shot him. Afterward, he cuffed him to a table inside the room and locked the door.

Most of the FBI agents were already tired of the search. The McQueen's castle was very large, with more than five hundred rooms, six sitting rooms, three large dining rooms, two large ballrooms usually used for parties, a cinema, two kitchens, one on the left side, and the other on the right, as well as a hundred feet indoor swimming pool at the top of the building.

"Sir, we could not find anything," one of the agents said to Woodley, who quickly ordered that they take their leave.

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The faint fishy scent of the compound wafted in through the slightly cracked truck window. Distant shouts rang out from the docks just down the street, causing my head to snap towards the sound.

A group of sailors was departing from a ship, and they had brought up a mighty haul from the ocean's depths this time.

The men had hoisted their bounty into the air - a massive three and a half-meter bluefin tuna. This catch would rake in enough cash for these lucky sailors to relax for the next few weeks.

"These damn monsters. They are ruining nature just for their greed! I'll make you all pay..."

My glare towards the sailors sharpened, but I quickly quelled my anger. I'm here to rescue Marvel, not to avenge an unfortunate fish.

'In and out, in and out. If I don't need to, I shouldn't fight at all. After Marvel is safe, I can come back here and raze this pigsty to the ground!'

Prior to approaching the main compound, I had examined maps of the area. Satellite images of the compound could give a rough outline of the space, but they weren't precise enough to locate Marvel. Luckily, I had been able to find some old construction maps of the location inside the truck, giving me a good idea of the building layout.

Imagining the building layout in my mind, I recalled a small parking area deep within the compound, near where I suspected Marvel to be held.

It seemed to be some sort of a private parking area, but with some luck, I might be able to bluff my way in, after all, I had already managed to fool the guards at the compound gates.

My fingers whitened as their grip on the truck's steering wheel tightened. Just thirty meters ahead lay the parking lot, and just beyond that was the main office space - where Marvel was most likely being held.

Just in front of the parking lot was a small guard station, within which sat two guards.

One of the men stepped out of the guard station as my truck rolled to a halt, shooting a skeptical look at the driver.

"Halt! The shipping drop-off is over in parking lot A-4! What are you doing here?"

I let out a small cough, putting on a look filled with arrogance.

"Move over, pal! I was instructed to deliver directly to the office area, boss's orders."

The guard raised his rifle towards the truck, centering the crosshair on my forehead.

"There are no orders on record for today. Step out of the truck with your hands up, or I'll send you to meet your maker!"

Cursing under his breath, I quickly changed my acting strategy.

A look of terror covered my face as I stared at the guard, slowly moving to step out of the truck.

"Please don't shoot! I don't know what's going on! I was told to deliver directly to this inner parking lot, I swear!"

A few tears leaked from my eyes, prompting the guard to lower his rifle.

"But we were not informed that there would be a delivery at this time. This area was restricted from anyone," the other guard said.

I knew there must be a reason for the restriction, but how do I find out where they are being kept?

"I guess there is a misunderstanding somewhere. This is a special delivery, and the order I got was to park the truck right at that spot," I said, pointing at the front of the office door on the other side.

Other options came into my head. 'I could take them out without losing a sweat, but then I second thought about the cameras watching. Someone could spot me.'

"It's fine. Get into the truck and park it close to the office door. Make sure you come out immediately after parking and drop the key at our desk. Is that understood?"

"Yes, sir! It's almost my sleep time; I will just hurry up." I jumped into the truck and started the engine.

In less than five minutes, I had already parked the truck.

Immediately I jumped down from the truck, I heard a tap from the inside of the supposed office lock.

"Why are you taking this long?" A scream came from the other side.

"I'm almost done, just a few more minutes," I screamed back.

I moved close to the door; it looked heavy, and I could barely hear any voice from inside. I knocked on the door, and was expecting someone to respond with a faint "help."

Something told me I was in the right spot, but what would I do to distract the guards?