Choices

The accident

One month ago

Oliver is a handsome guy with short black hair spiked up in the front. He wore navy blue jeans with a white long sleeve dress shirt and had a black leather jacket over top.  He parked his truck behind a black building. The building had a huge sign in front of it that said Strike Industry. Oliver scanned the parking lot. There were only two other cars parked in the lot.
He walked over to the door and took out a badge and scanned it over the door. The door unlocked and he walked in. He was in a dark hallway. He walked for about ten minutes taking different turns and walking up a couple flights of stairs until he reached a grey steel door. He scanned his badge and walked through the door. The door lead to a huge room with computer all over the room. People were walking around with papers in their hands. There was a guy standing in the centre of the room. The guy turned around and called Oliver over. He jogged towards him.
"Hey Red. Why am I here?"
"Sorry about waking you up in the middle of the night, but we just got news on Malcolm."
A girl walked over to them.
"You may not sleep, but I sure as hell do, so what's so god damn important to drag my ass out of bed, at two in the morning?" The girl demanded.
"Aren't you just a ray of sunshine, by the way good morning to you too."
The girl glared at Red.
"Hey, Jordan," Oliver said trying to brake the tension. Red and the girl continued to stare at each other.
An older guy called all three of them into a conference room.
He stood in the doorway till they all sat down at the table. He had black hair that was starting to turn grey. He was very muscular for an older guy. "Why did you call all of us here in the middle of the night?" Jordan asked sitting at the head of the table. Oliver sat down on her left    and Red sat beside Oliver. The older guy opened his laptop and put a picture of a guy getting into a black town car on the screen.
"That was taken two hours ago."
"That's Malcolm!" Red shouted.
"Yes, we have a lead on him. He's set up a little base just out of city limits. He's transporting the gas at 0500h. We've all seen what that gas can do, so I want you three to stop that transport. We can't have that gas leave the base."
The older guy pulled up a blueprint of a building. "This is a map of the place that he is storing the gas in. It's an busy office building but right now it should be empty. If we strike tonight we should have very little civilians casualties," the older guy said.
"Commander? I'm I the only one that smells a trap because we haven't had a lead on him for a year, and now were supposed to believe that he just happens to park his car in front of a street camera after what happened in Chicago?" Oliver said.
"I agree with you, I don't like the looks of it but the pay out over ways the risk to the guys upstairs, so my hands are tied."
"C'mon? What could possibly go wrong with you and Jordan infiltrating the building than stopping a couple trucks with the gas, and we all go home before the sun even comes up," Red said cocky.
"What's the plan?" Oliver asked standing up.
"I need Jordan to fly Oliver to the building and I need you to work comms," the older guy continued, "The plan is for you to get inside, find the gas and report it to Red who will send Jordan to pick it up. Once Jordan gets there you keep her safe while she's loading up the gas. Red will come inside if you need his help but because of his sprained wrist he can't help Jordan load up the truck so Oliver your gonna have to help her and keep the guards off of her," the older guy said.
"Alright. Get the gas then get the hell out of there, hopefully if everything goes according to plan we'll be done by the time the sun rises."
"Grab and run. Too bad you sprained your wrist Red because this is your favourite thing," Jordan teased.
"So I'm stuck being the get away driver?"
"Think you can handle that?" Oliver chimed in.
"Worry about your own business," Red said getting up clearly irritated with the two.
"I guess we should suit up?" Jordan asked Oliver.
"Hope you ironed my suit, Seamus," Oliver joked to the older guy. Jordan and Oliver left the room and headed downstairs. Red walked to the garage to uncover the black van. Oliver came outside wearing a white dress shirt under his black suit jacket and had a navy blue tie on. He wore a pair of black dress pants and black dress shoes. He walked over to the van while clipping the cuffs of his suit. He had a military style backpack. He had two 9mm pistols strapped to his belt. Jordan walked over to them wearing a Red blouse with a black blazer over top. She had navy blue jeans on and black running shoes.
"You guys clean up nice," Red said opening the back doors of the van. Oliver threw in his gear and jumped in. Seamus came hobbling towards them.
"You guys were always the typical spy group. Wearing suits and using only pistols."
"I'm not wearing a suit," Red said attaching a mic to Oliver's suit.
"Your not technically in the field so you don't count."
"It just seems fitting for a spy to dress classy and use only classy guns like pistols," Jordan said taking off her blazer and putting a bulletproof vest over her blouse.
"Oliver do you want one?" Jordan asked pointing at the vest.
"No, I don't wear one."
"Your gonna regret that when you have a bullet in your chest," she said.
"That's why I train to be the faster shooter, so I don't get a bullet in the chest."
"One day your gonna be faced with someone that's better then you, and when that day comes your gonna be sorry."
"Then I'm just gonna have to die," he said with a smirked.
"You know your talking to Deadeye now," Seamus said looking at Oliver.
"I still think two face is a better nickname because that's what he is. One of his faces is all nice and funny and the other is a stone cold killer that has no emotions what so ever," Red said setting up a computer in the van beside Oliver.
"No I think Deadeye suits him because look at his eyes. There almost black and empty."
"As long as we get the job done I don't care what you call me," Oliver said fixing his tie.
"Alright were up and running, lets get this show on the road or should I say killing spree," Red said.
"Really?" Jordan said closing the doors. Seamus and Jordan got into the front of the van and started it up.
"Time?" Oliver asked.
"0300h."
He nodded and opened his bag.
"It should take us about and hour to get there so we are gonna have to move quick. Oliver I'm gonna drop you few blocks away from the building. Here are the blueprints of the building. Memorize them because once your in there your all alone until you get to the basement," Seamus said.
"Is there a jammer near the building?"
"Yes, but I can't tell where, if you have time I would find it and disable it."
"If I come across it I will, if not I'm going in blind."