I wasn’t quite finished with the story I was telling by the time 2025 ended and so decided to continue it until it reached an ending point. Then I will start a new one. Besides, I kind of want to see where Penelope ends up. And so we have…
Day 188: She looked at the woman.
She looked at the woman. “It’s not your house,” Penelope said.
The woman’s cheeks flamed red. “How could you know…” She stopped and inhaled deeply her nostrils flaring wide while her lips compressed. “The old families,” she fairly spat the words. “You always think your better than everyone else.”
“That is enough,” Agent Johnson said. He shot the woman a glare and she glared right back. Penelope looked to Michaelson and he gave her a small smile and tiny nod. ‘I guess I am helping to stall,’ she thought. ‘Not that I need to do much.’
The woman turned her anger on the agent. “This is all your fault,” she said. Her anger was rising. “You assured me no one would know.”
“I didn’t tell anyone it is classified,” he said.
“You also said I’d be able to get into the other rooms,” she yelled at him. This time she added a jab to his chest.
“It’s not my fault you aren’t strong enough,” he replied.
“Strong?” She practically screeched. “You said you would bypass the alarms, That since you had permission to watch over the house I would have free reign.”
“I said I would get you into the house because we are using it as a base of operations for our operation,” Johnson said.
As they bickered, Michaelson stepped closer to Penelope and put a hand on her elbow. He tugged slightly and indicated she was to step back. Penelope eased back slightly and Michaelson moved in front of her. He tilted his head towards the door and Penelope took a small step in the direction of her front door. Michaelson moved with her staying between her and the other two.
‘Or more importantly between me and Johnson’s gun,’ Penelope thought. She slipped her keys out of her pocket and clucked them tight so they wouldn’t jangle. The other two seemed to be arguing. One more step and Penelope was at the door. She slipped the key into the lock and turned.
“Hey, get back here,” Johnson yelled, noticing they moved the few steps need to be at the door. Penelope threw the door open and stepped inside the house, Michaelson following her. He closed the door and threw the deadbolt.
“Back up should be here shortly,” he said. He looked through the glass and swore.
“Down,” He yelled. Penelope dropped to the floor, feeling a sharp stab of pain in her arm as she did. Michaelson did the same. She heard a hard tap on her door. Then a second and then a third. She Then heard cars screeching to a halt in front of her building.
“Stay there,” Michaelson said. He stood up and unlocked the door. He looked through the window, frowned and then opened the door. Penelope saw three bullets hanging in mid air only a few inches from where the window was. They hadn’t touched the glass. Michaelson reached up and pulled them out of the air.
Ten til Midnight 