Safehouse

Three days after the extraction. Michael looked out of the window from inside the Toyota Alphard where he gazed up at a rundown apartment.

"This is their safe house?" Michael scoffed softly and then signed. "I was expecting something better but why would I expect it in the first place?"

Juliet tilted her head to the side, wondering why Michael was talking all by himself.

"Sir…are you stepping out?" Juliet asked.

"Ah…yes," Michael snapped back to reality and signaled the guards to open the door of the van.

The guard stationed outside promptly reached over to the handle of the van, pulling it open with a quiet click. Michael stepped out, his eyes quickly scanning the surroundings before his gaze settled back on the nondescript building. It looked even less welcoming up close, its walls marked with years of neglect.