The Sleeper cell by A.R.Hutton (free e reader .TXT) 📖

her a minute longer, “But what about Patrick?” he said finally.
This time both Lissie and Rachel gasped, “You knew about that?” Lissie demanded. At the Same time Rachel slapped him. “Nosy Butt!”
This time Simon really grinned as he shrugged, “I was always keeping tabs on you. Making sure you were safe.”
“Uh-huh” Lissie narrowed her eyes.
He held up two fingers, “Scout’s honor.”
Lissie rolled her eyes at the same time Charles said. “You’ve never been in scouts.”
Simon scowled, “Hey, I’m trying to work the ladies dude!”
“Well it’s not working stud.” Thomas said dryly.
Simon gave him a weird look, “Creepy man, that was Creepy.”
Thomas shrugged with a smile, “whatever.”

Lissie watched them as they bantered on, her mind processing everything that had happened today.
She was going to be out of contact with them all for a long while. Maybe even permanently, God forbid; But perhaps not. Being undercover was a difficult process, you had to erase everything from your past and step into the mask of a different person. But this time she was going as herself, nothing would change; But the fact that she would be friendless. Lissie would only be able to talk to Rachel for emergencies or if she needed anything, same with Thomas and Charles.
Simon on the other hand, would be her only connection.


Chapter four

It was a quiet day in Downtown Palestine. A few people strolled around window shopping, swinging their bags around lazily. As they peered into the large windows, that each store showed their wares in. But the quiet was disturbed by a running man, shoving his way through people who shouted in surprised anger. He was followed by two other men, hard at his heels.
The first one wore a leather jacket, for the cool fall air, dark gray pants and a black shirt. His reddish blond hair and blue eyes clashed against his partner, who was right behind him. Dark skinned from his Black and Hispanic heritage. He was a bit taller then his partner, built thinner like a runner, while the other was more muscular. He passed his partner, wearing a bright blue hoodie and black sweats.
“You follow, I’ll cut him off” the red head shouted in a Scottish accented voice, as he veered into an alley.
Nodding, the taller guy continued the chase. The perpetrator oblivious to what was said ran right into the trap, He turned down another ally, but was stopped cold when a fist shot out from the side punching him right in the temple. He crumbled to the ground.
“What do you think Pedro, should we drag or carry the bugger?”
Pedro laughed breathlessly, “I say drag, Marcus,” he said trying to cool off by flapping his hoodie.
Marcus grinned, and then looked down when his eye caught some movement, “Oi Pedro, our little man is actually awake.” He said squatting next to the guy.
Pedro walked over to stand beside Marcus. “Good, saves a trip to the hospital, and all that damn paperwork.”
“You hit me!” he moaned shrilly. Marcus nodded
“That’s what happens when you run from the cops.” He said pulling out his badge and waving it in front of the guy.
He moaned again.
Thirty minutes later, Marcus and Pedro strode out of the police station. “I hate lawyers.” Pedro grumbled as he reached into his deep pockets searching for his keys.
Marcus stretched, “Tell me about it. One day I’m going to finally shoot the next one that says. I advise you, as your lawyer, not to say another word. you have rights!” he quoted mockingly.
Pedro laughed, “Yea, like we da bad guys, I mean come on man. We put our lives on the line every day. 24/7.”
Marcus stopped and looked at him with raised eyebrows, “You’re kidding right. Pedro this is Palestine, what the hell happens here?” he demanded.
Pedro paused, and then snapped his fingers, “I know,” He straightened his hoodie and took on an overly formal pose.
“We have, dear sir” he bowed to Marcus, who covered his face with a single hand. “Oh boy” he muttered.
“Parades, we have nasty little black, white and Mexican children that graffiti Palestine’s fine establishments. And a marvelous display of fireworks every New years eve.” Pedro rambled on, poking at Marcus and arrogantly circling him, Till Marcus interrupted him.
“Fourth of July.”
Pedro stopped, “What did you say my good man” he said arrogantly, moving to stand in front of a smirking Marcus.
Marcus looked up at him, “the fireworks are every Fourth of July.” He repeated. “And how does that put our lives in jeopardy 24/7?”
Pedro shrugged, “I dunno” he said grinning, his pearly white teeth gleaming in the moonlight.
Marcus shook his head and headed for his truck, “I’m going to my quiet apartment, for a nice meal with a sane friend.”
Pedro laughed, “Night amigo,” he yelled as he jogged over to his own vehicle.
Marcus waved and was about to get in his truck when Pedro yelled. “Yo, What you gonna do tomorrow?”
“Work.” Marcus replied.
Pedro slapped his hands on the hood of his car. “Come on man, me and the dudes was gonna go shoot skeet’s. Thought you could come to, its Saturday.”
Marcus shook his head as he slid into his car, “Next time Ped.”
Pedro watched him drive off, “Man, youse loco.” He muttered.


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Publication Date: 09-13-2010

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I dedicate this to all of those who have helped me with ideas and editing. You know who you are. :)