The Feds Attack

It was only through pure luck that Daniel was alerted to them. He was currently inside his home base, which was an abandoned office building in downtown. The former occupants was a shipping company that moved its offices to a larger building, thus it was all but empty. The new owners wouldn't be moving in for another two months, so Daniel figured that he would be safe here. He mostly kept to a large office in the middle of the 5th floor of the eight story building, one that still had most of its furniture. He slept on the couch and ate on the desk, from which several empty Chinese take out containers were strewn. Usually his own tidy, neat-freak nature would be appalled at such an unsanitary display, but unfortunately a life on the run prevents you from keeping up with daily housekeeping duties.

The ghost locker was also there, standing decidedly out of place next to the desk. The door to 301 was currently open.

The detective was on the couch, fiddling with the Walkman. During the last few days on the run he had tried to delve into the Imprints and attempted to discover their hidden abilities. He had been successful in two areas. The Credit Card, he found out, could be used to withdraw money from any ATM. He had experimented with this numerous times, going to numerous cash machines and withdrawing varying amounts. One time he even managed to withdraw $5,000 from one machine, so he figured that the Credit Card had no cash limit. Daniel glanced incredulously at the large pile of twenty dollar bills on the desk next to the empty food containers; he probably altogether had about twenty grand there.

The next item he figured out was the Drivers License. With it, he discovered that he could change the item to transform into any form of identification he wanted. He tested it by using the Flashlight to transform into Rob, a teenager who lived in his apartment building. Daniel, as Rob, went into a liquor store and attempted to buy some beer. When he was carded, Daniel used the Driver's License, transforming it into a Miami State ID for Rob, though the birth date on it showed his own. Since Rob didn't look at all like he was in his late 20's, the clerk chased him away. Daniel tried hard not to let his grin show as he walked out of the store.

Currently, the detective was attempting to figure out what the Walkman did. At the moment though, it seemed like all it did was blare out static. He was fiddling around with the tuner when all of the sudden he heard a voice through the static. It was soft, but the tone was clear.

"He's definitely inside," the voice stated. There was a moment of silence as Daniel sat up on the couch, surprise evident on his face. "We'll definitely get him this time."

"What the hell?" The detective muttered. He began moving the tuner dial some more, hoping to get a clearer frequency. To his further surprise, another voice was heard.

"This isn't right," said the female voice. He instantly recognized it as Agent Knight's. "We should be working with Sihn, not trying to kill him. This is bullshit."

Daniel shot to his feet. He turned the dial once again and heard a different voice. "Okay, plan's good. This'll work. Two from the roof, two from the back, two from the front. We got Sihn cornered like the rat that he is. You won't get away this time, you son of a bitch."

"Shit," the detective cursed. They found him! They were here! How? How the hell did they find him?

Daniel looked down at his clothes. Since the Feds had seized his hotel room, all the clothing that he had packed was still in there. He was still wearing the same suit he had since then; since it was clean he never bothered to shop for more. Could they have tagged him with a tracker during the incident at Rodney Polson's apartment? Plant a bug on his clothes?

He shook his head, clearing it of all thoughts. He didn't have time for this. He had to get the hell out of there, now.

Daniel rushed over to the ghost locker and began to stuff the Imprints he had been playing with inside. Once the Walkman was put away, he quickly slammed the door to 301 and locked it. After pocketing the Locker Key, the ghost locker vanished.

The former detective then strode out of the office, ready to take on the approaching agents. Thankfully he'd made a few purchases that would help against those damn flash bangs they use. No, these feds won't get the drop on him again.

Besides, he left all of them a little present downstairs. Hopefully his traps would thin out their numbers a little bit.

Outside the building, Agents Knight and Prince were striding through the back alleys heading towards the back entrance of the office building. Their stride was swift and both had their guns drawn. Knight was in the lead, her pace hurried but careful, while Prince lagged behind somewhat. The male agent was silently admiring the curve of his partner's backside, loving how her tight trousers accentuated her muscular legs and glutes.

"Hey Knight," Prince said as they made their way through the filthy alley. "After we take down Detective Ching Chong, why don't the two of us meet for some drinks. I know a place that serves great mai tais."

Sarah rolled her eyes at the slimeball, not only irritated with his racist remark but annoyed that he chose such an awful time to hit on her. "Keep your head in the game, Prince."

"I'd rather stick my head somewhere else, if you get my meaning," the other agent chuckled as he continued leering at her.

Knight chose to ignore him from then on, speeding up her steps. Soon they came to the back door of the office building and used the keys they had acquired from the building owners to unlock it. She would have preferred to have used the House Key Imprint, but of course that wasn't possible since Sihn had stolen in. Oh well, that's just something she'd have to take up with him once she arrested him. And she DID intend to arrest him. Screw Castle and his Kill On Sight doctrine. She was a federal agent, not an assassin. She'd do her job and nothing else.

"Agents Knight and Prince at back entrance," Sarah said into her radio. "Entering in 3, 2, 1..."

Inside the door was a long hallway which the agents quickly made their way through. Sarah made sure to check every corner, her gun aimed to cover all the shadows. Behind her followed Prince, who had stopped ogling his pretty partner and focused completely on the task at hand. In one hand was his 9mm pistol, the other the coin which he held tightly in his fingers.

Eventually the two came to the end of the hall and approached the door. They stopped when they saw that a sheet of paper, one that looked to have been torn out of a notebook, was taped onto the door. On it, written in thick black marker, were two words.

GO HOME.

Without a single word to each other, Agents Knight and Prince turned around and calmly made their way out the building.

At the front entrance, Agent Castle stood by. The red haired McQueen stood behind him, her hands holding on tightly to the Briefcase. "Agents Castle and McQueen entering front entrance," he said into the radio before swiftly entering. Beyond the doors were another set of glass doors that led into the main hallway. Taped onto the surface was a sheet of notebook paper with a message.

GO HOME.

"What the hell is that supposed to be?" Agent Castle muttered.

"It might be a warning," Agent McQueen said softly, a worried tone coming to her voice.

"Of course it's a warning! Fucking asshole thinks he's a badass and is trying to scare us." Castle sneered as he tore down the paper and crumpled it. "Come on!"

With that, the two Agents rushed inside.

Up on the roof, Agents Duke and Bishop stood panting, slightly out of breath. They had just rushed up the fire escape, all 8 stories worth. Usually they would arrive using a helicopter, but they didn't want to alert Sihn with the noise. Especially if he could do what that psychopath Jewel did, blowing up cars with his mind.

"Fucking Castle, making the old man and the fat guy rush up all those steps," Duke muttered, wiping the sweat off his brow.

"I... ain't... fat," gasped the big Hawaiian. "Im jus'... big boned... ugh..."

"Whatever, let's go," Duke drew his gun and made towards the rooftop entrance, quickly followed by Bishop.

The two quickly found the door into the building, but were stopped by the piece of notebook paper taped onto the metal frame.

SLEEP.

With that, the two agents suddenly lay down on the warm concrete of the roof and fell into a deep, peaceful sleep.

"What the fuck?" one of the snipers said over the radio. He had been watching the two Agents' progress up the rooftop when all of the sudden the two just lay down. "Confirm. Are Bishop and Duke down?"

"What's going on?" Castle's voice was heard through his earpiece.

"Bishop and Duke just went down. I dunno what happened, they seemed fine. Then they got to the door and they just fell."

"Did Sihn get them? Can you see him?" Castle asked.

"Negative. Target isn't in sight."

"Damn. Knight, Prince. How's it going on your end?" Castle remained silent, awaiting a reply. "Knight, Prince. Do you copy?" Nothing but silence was heard. "Shit, shit, shit! Drake, Griffin, you still there?"

"Yeah," Agent Drake's voice said.

"Shit just hit the fan, boys. Come meet us, we'll hold on the first floor. Snipers 1 and two, go check on Duke and Bishop, Snipers 3 and 4 cover them."

"Sir, should I call for backup?" This question came from the tech, who was still outside in the surveillance van. "Maybe get assistance from local law enforcement?"

"Negative, this is our op. The General will have our heads if this leaks out to the public. No, we'll take down this bastard. No matter how many Imprints he's got, he's still just one man, and soon he's gonna be a dead one."