“Package is secure. I repeat. Package is secure.” Smith spoke into his wrist while watching all the passer-bys. The foreign diplomat that he was tasked with guarding just sat down in the car behind him. Smith secured the door and sat down in the front passenger seat of the car. This plan had to work.

It was simple, really. Smith, a driver, and the diplomat sat in an unmarked civilian car while a decoy sat in the heavily guarded convoy of black SUVs. As always, the diplomat had a threat against his life while he was traveling within the country. But, this time the boys up in intelligence confirmed that one of these threats was incredibly credible. So much so, that they sent the order to evacuate the diplomat as soon as possible. The plan was formulated. And, now the plan was in action.

“Let’s head out.” Smith ordered as he looked to the driver in the car and nodded.

The car smoothly rolled out and traveled in the exact opposite direction of the convoy on the other side of the condo building. The city streets were quiet, just as planned.

The driver cautiously came to a stop at a red light. Smith looked left and right. His body tensed up. If there was ever a time that they could be hit, it was here and now.

A man across the street stared at the car. Smith glanced up. The light was still red. He glanced down. The man was still staring at the car. His gaze never shifted. Smith’s gut didn’t like this. There was something off about the guy. He didn’t quite know what. But, he always trusted his gut and it never let him down yet.

He reached down to the walkie talkie sitting in the car’s cup holder to call the suspicious man in. Before he could press the push-to-talk button, the speaker started blaring at him.

“AMBUSH! THE CONVOY HAS BEEN HIT. VEHICLE ONE IS DOWN!” the voice on the other side of the radio screamed out.

Smith looked at the driver. The light turned green and without hesitating, the driver floored it away from the intersection. They had to get out of here. The radio started up again.

“It was an IED! Small bag thrown on the side of the road. All other vehicles, be alert for small bags.” The voice continued.

Smith’s eyes now went into overdrive. He scanned the road as the car progressed forward toward the airport.

“Shit.” Smith muttered.

“Right sidewalk. Small bag. Turn right now. Stay away from it.” Smith stated as he looked at the bag and around the street.

“If we turn here, we’re going to end up in the tunnel.” The driver countered.

“Do it.” Smith ordered.

The driver cranked the wheel and turned right. Within seconds, the sunlight inside the car turned to darkness as they entered the tunnel.

Smith could feel his blood pressure shooting through the roof as they continued through the tunnel. The yellow lights throbbed in and out of the car in rhythm as they sped through the tunnel. Smith glanced up into the rear view mirror to see if anybody was following them.

Suddenly, the roof of the tunnel exploded into a cloud of thick smoke. The light at the end of the tunnel disappeared. The driver slammed on the breaks. It was too late. The car slammed into the solid wall of earth that just formed in front of them. The airbags exploded out of their covers. Smith’s face slammed into the bag, temporarily incapacitating him.

As he blinked to clear his foggy eyes from the sudden impact, he noticed three doors on one of the SUVs that were behind his car were now opening. Smith’s training kicked in and he reached for the gun in his holster. He caught a better glimpse of the men coming towards him. They were in full tactical gear. Each of them carrying assault rifles. They weren’t peppering the car with bullets yet. That was good. Smith looked left and noticed the driver’s eyes weren’t open. He might have been dead. But, he didn’t have time to care.

Smith slithered into the backseat of the car and wrapped his left arm around the foreign diplomat. Judging by the fact that the attackers weren’t shooting up the car, they wanted this man alive. So, he was now the best shield available to Smith.

Smith eyed up the attackers as they marched closer to the van. Smith pointed his gun at the closest man. He waited to pull the trigger. Sweat dripped down Smith’s brow. He had to wait for a better shot. Finally, the closest man was within range. Smith’s gun popped loudly twice. The rear window of the car shattered into a million pieces. One of the attackers immediately collapsed. One down, three to go.

The other men ran around the car, quickly now. Smith got two more shots into another one of the attackers. The man dropped to the ground. Now, it was one on one. Smith waited for the man to approach the car. He’d eventually have to come to claim his hostage.

Smith’s eyes burned as sweat slowly creeped its way into them. But, he never lowered his gun. Finally, door popped open. An assault rifle barrel peeked around the frame. But, it never fired. Smith’s trigger finger itched. It felt like an eternity till the man would finally peek around to take the shot. Then, Smith pulled the trigger. He never even recognized the man’s head. But, his training did. The threat was eliminated.

“Follow me. There’s going to be more.” Smith said in a completely neutral tone.

He grabbed the diplomat and dragged him out of the car. Smith couldn’t understand a word that the diplomat was yelling at him. Smith didn’t care. He threw the diplomat into the SUV that the attackers came from.

He raised his radio up to his mouth.

“Package is secure.”

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