The Safe House

Chapter 5

Milo and Devon sat in the back of the cab as he slowly left the airport. Traffic was slow moving. They sat quietly listening to the radio.

“The explosion at LAX was believed to be a mechanical issue initially but law enforcement is still investigating”

Devon’s head was spinning. She was supposed to be flying out on her honeymoon, now she was in a cab. Samuel was supposed to be dead, he now sat in the passenger seat of the car she found herself in. Her husband was wearing a trendy women’s workout outfit. There was a syndicate, and people trying to kill her, or Milo, or both.

“Phones are gone?” The strange man driving asked Samuel.

“Yeah I had them ditch them in the plane before we escaped”

“How are they doing?”

“I honestly don’t know, but I think they will survive” Samuel responded looking back at Devon, giving her a shy smile. She smiled back.

Milo, on the other hand sat in the back staring out into space. The **** he took prior to being thrust on this adventure started to take effect. Or maybe his adrenaline was finally starting to wear off so he was feeling the medication. Either way his head was swimming. He was supposed to be in their air right now, not wearing a thong getting man handled by some buff stranger. Milo’s eye lids felt heavy, and he quickly dozed off.

“Good morning sleeping beauty”

Milo eyes snapped open. The light in the car had turned on and it was pitch black outside. No, not pitch black they were parked in some sort of garage. Milo had turned to see Devon waiting outside the vehicle.

“Where are we?” He asked his wife.

“The safe house, or whatever they called it” she responded “we got here about 5 minutes ago. Everyone else is inside” she used her head to gesture towards the door. Milo, still feeling groggy exited the vehicle. In his fog he tried to pick the wedgie out of his butt.

“Honey that’s not gonna help” Devon stated with a giggle. Milo had to pause for a second before he remembered the thong. He blushed and immediately stopped. The couple entered the modest home.

“Where are we” Milo asked rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

“The Valley I think. But I wasn't paying attention”

“Thats a shocker” Milo thought to himself as he entered what appeared to be the living room.

“Thankfully there were no casualties” A news broadcast played in the back ground.

“Ok, so, they know we got them away” an unfamiliar female voice spoke up.

“Your up… Good” Samuel said as the two newest companions entered the room “Milo this is Agent Sawyer, but for the nature of this mission you can call her Natalie” Simon introduced Milo to a rather pretty and muscular tan women. “And this is Jasper” He said pointing to a rather rotund man sitting at a computer that had all but consumed a kitchen table. “And you already met Leroy” Simon lastly pointed to a shorter man with a shaved head and a pencil thin mustache, Milo recognized him as their cab driver. “I’m sorry but we don’t really have a lot of time” Simon continued to speak turning off the tv. “ You are currently located in a safe house in the Los Angeles area. For your safety and ours that’s all I can say right now” Samuel began to say out loud as he paced around the home “Jasper is our tech expert, and is the lead on security. Leroy is our communications officer and in charge of transportation. Natalie is my second in command, and I am team lead. Together we are a special a task **** assembled by the government to look into and potentially dismantle a underground organization referred too as The Syndicate”

“Oh I’ve seen this movie” Milo said sarcastically “Let me guess we need to move fast and/or furious”

“Would you please shut the fuck up Milo” Samuel said matter of factly “I don’t have time for bullshit. Until we get you both in hiding we are all in serious danger” Milo wanted to to respond but Devons hand quickly grabbed his. He looked into her pleading eyes, and decided to resist the urge to engage. “ Thank you. Now the syndicate is an organization of what we can only assume are the worlds elites. By using media and marketing they are able to manipulate the public to control markets, kill world leaders, and dictate massive world events to their benefit.”

“And what does this have to do with us?” Devon asked.

“Well Devon” Samuel said with a smile that Milo did not appreciate. “We learned about 2 months ago that The Syndicate had a plan hit out on two passengers on flight 638 to Hawaii. You two, and we need to figure out why”.

“Well they must be trying to pressure my father into something. “Milo said matter of factly.

“Maybe, but we actually believe the real reason has something todo with Devon.” Natalie interjected.

“Me?”

“Her?but she’s a nobody? Im a Lancaster so it may…”

“Will you please stop interrupting me” Samuel snapped and Milo quickly shut his mouth.

“Devon. You have a connection to the Lancaster family obviously, but your law firm is also connected as well. Your bosses have a lot of clients with ties close to the syndicate. We believe you might have seen something or someone in your work that you were not supposed to see. You also have a connection with Samuel. Who the syndicate knows, because he has gotten closer to their organization as anyone” Natalie continued “its not impossible that the plan was to kill Milo and kidnap you as a form of bargaining chip with Simon. Regardless it doesn’t matter because they know neither of you are dead. So they are going to be searching for all of us. That’s why we need to hide you until we can find a more secure location to keep you until this blows over.”

The gravity of the situation started to set in for both Milo and Devon. People were out to kill them and they had no idea why, just theories. Milo felt like he was on the verge of tears. His life was snatched away from him indefinitely. Now he was stuck in this shitty house, with no money, having to follow orders from a man who was still clearly in love with his wife. He was starting to feel claustrophobic. “I need some air” He said heading for the door.

“Sorry buddy” Leroy said grabbing Milo by the wrist “You got to stay inside until your in your disguise. We can’t risk you getting spotted”

Devon sat back in her chair, she felt her heart racing a mile a minute. She new she should be scared, terrified even, and she was but she was also excited. Milo was right, this sounded like a plot to a bad action movie.It also sounded exciting, and a little fun. Devon, always craving adventure, may have found her adventure of a lifetime.

“So what do we do now?” Devon asked

“Well we get you guys ready for Wit-pro” Jasper responded from the table.

“Wit-pro?” Both Devon and Milo asked in unison.

“Witness protection. At least for the next two weeks. Hopefully by then we will learn why The Syndicate is coming after you. Once we have that information we can decide if a longer solution is needed but more then likely you can return to your life”.

“So what, am I going to be? Grant a maple syrup farmer from Vermont for the next two weeks?” Simon asked still irritated about how blatant Simon was staring at his wife.

“Um not exactly”Simon responded with a little grin on his face. “We have 4 IDs here. One for me” Simon said taking a passport “one for Natalie” he said handing one to his partner and “and that just leaves you to pick from these remaining 2”

“Ok, what are the IDs” Devon asked.

“We have Paris Belfont”Samuel handed one ID to Devon “26 years old. Originally born Patricia Belfont. Moved to San Diego from Cleveland Ohio. No high School diploma or GED. Works as a social Media influencer, as well as makes money from her OnlyFans account and from her sugar daddy.” Upon hearing this Devon blushed. Yes she new she should hate the fact the that her ID was basically that of some male fantasy, but she always found something sexy about being objectified. “The second Id is Beck Belfont, 24, senior at San Diego state studying Law”

“What kind of name is Beck?” Milo asked with an annoyed tone in his voice, not happy that he would lose his law degree. He had to remind himself that it was only temporary.

“It’s short for Rebecca or Becca”. Simon said flatly. He had been waiting for this moment since they left the plane. He knew he only prepared female IDs hoping that Milo would have been left behind. But since Milo was here now he had to turn lemons into lemonade. He now had two weeks to show Devon how her husband was no man at all, and she deserved better, him.

“Oh..Ok.. Wait! What!”

“Yes we are sorry Milo” Natalie interrupted again “but we only have female IDs”.

“So what does that mean for me!”

“Your going to have to go into hiding as a woman” Samuel tried to hide his smile.

“Not a fucking chance!”

“Milo, baby please!” Devon plead with him as Milo abruptly exited the kitchen into the bathroom. Slamming the door behind him.

HE sat on the toilet with his head in his hands. This couldn’t be happening. He felt like he was going to be sick. People were trying to kill him. The people who were trying to save him wanted to disguise him as a women to keep him safe. Milo never believed in coincidences. This was some trick put on by this Simon guy. He didn’t trust that Samuel. This whole scheme seemed fishy from then beginning. Milo knew how manipulative people could be. Hell, he knew how manipulative he could be. This guy clearly was in love with Devon. Milo also knew that he was not physically imposing, certainly not as much a Samuel.

*knock*knock*

“Milo, Honey. Can I come in please” He heard Devon whisper through the door. He didn’t want to respond, but he also knew he had one ally right now. If he had any chance of getting out of this while holding onto his masculinity he needed Devon by his side.

“ Babe please..”*click* Devon heard the bathroom door unlock. Immediately saw Samuel stand, Devon silently signaled for him to stop. She knew this must be hard for Milo, but it sounded like they didn’t have much of a choice in the matter. If they wanted their help, Devon knew they needed to play ball. Seeing the larger manly Samuel wouldn’t help there case. She knew her husband, and she knew this was a job she would have todo on her own.

As Milo heard the door knob turn he knew hide his face in his hands. Devon responded better to sadness than anger. She was much more of a fixer than a protector.

“Milo sweetie, are you ok?” Devon asked as she entered the cramped bathroom. She saw her husband sitting on the toilet with his face in his hands.

“I don’t believe this” he said trying to sound calm.