Ramirez’s house would’ve been easy to find even if they didn’t have access to FBI records on all civilians. A mapquest search was enough to get directions. For whatever reason, he was listed. Easy. Simple.

The cars pulled up seperately. We had all parked at different locations, so no one inside would be alarmed to see eight cars pulling up. This had to go simple and quiet. We were all dressed like civilians, minus the body armor underneath our clothes. With luck it would buy us an extra second or two before whoever or whatever was in there got suspicious. We converged three houses away from our target.

Mia, you go around the back. Died, you take the east window. I’ll be the diversion- I’m heading for the front. Agents Marsh, Eastman, and Calavera, you’re with me.

We made our way to the house.

Sorry, gents, just got the paper. What the hell?

Men! There’s an unusual patch of grbum here that doesn’t match the rest. I think it’s a hidden cellar door. I’m taking my agents and going in.

At least the door is relatively flimsy. Remind me to give that lad a talking to about the proper way to address a lady. What now?

Edwards and Green start digging at the grbum with their penknives. Not particularly efficient. Johnson kicks at it with the heel of his loafer; even less efficient.

I stand guard, watching for movement in the bushes, then turn to watch their pathetic scrabbling. “Come on; what the **** is wrong with you people. Dig, dig!”

They say that if you want something done, you gotta do it yourself. I jam my bony elbow into Johnson’s side and take pleasure in seeing him wince. “You, watch the trees. Tell me if anything moves.”

Down on my hands and knees, I pull out a trowel. Yes, I carry a trowel. You never know when you’re going to find a specimen you need to take home. I start digging around the perimeter of the mismatched grbum.

“Pssst… hey, Amar! Something’s moving in the bushes!”

Oh, ****.

“What do you see, Johnson?”

“Squirrel. A big grey one. Should I shoot it?”

****. This is going to be a long night.

Alright I am inside the back door, appears quiet.

Fan out Agents we’re going to do a room to room search.

Oh ****! HIT THE DECK!

*gunfire erupts from seemingly everywhere, and all the Agents scramble for cover*

*Yelling into his headset*

We are taking heavy fire one of my boys got hit, bad, I took a round myself but it’s not serious.

Looks like we have a hostage situation here, return fire, but DO NOT HIT Ramirez if you see him I say again take care not to hit our target!

Gumshoe was lying in prickly bushes. He’d been shot in the side but he was alive and he wasn’t bleeding too much. He wasn’t sure if it didn’t hurt, or if he was just too delirious to tell. Either way, he could barely move. He pressed the bumon on his transmitter

M-monkey? Front door. Defended. Dont go near the front door. Go around. It, I cant move. Calavera is down. Dun-dunno about Eastman… and Marsh. They- think they ran away. Or something. I

He heard breathing.

Sh-****. He’s… front door is open. The front door is open. It’s… you? But why… would you…

Another gunshot and the transmitter goes silent.

Blast! Where are all these shooters coming from? Can’t see anything for the bullets!

I’m going to check the upstairs!

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”Johnson, hold your fire! It’s not a squirrel, it’s a ki— What???! Nocturnal, what the hell are you doing here? It’s not sa— Ok, come with me. Here, there seems to be a door under this grbum. Help me dig.”

What’s going on? I was just practicing voo—uh, playing in those trees over there when I heard gunshots!

Sorry, I didn’t meant to hit you earlier. I’m not talented in digging with my hands.

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Im’ wakign arond in te forets playnig wizerd adn, I here tehs people yelign and, I get scerred tehn I here a gyu say “Hartake” Thats’ my freind!

“Hartake! Hartake! Is it realy you? Wats’ gonig on? Why are al tehs men yeling?”