Mr JONAH... and the Assassian

Ten Years Later…

A well dressed man sits outside a coffee house. He is wearing a black suit, red tie, and a pair of sunglasses. The people walking along the street eye him nervously, and walk around him. He sips his drink carefully, his eyes glancing every which direction. He was waiting for something. Suddenly, he sees it. A lone man cradling a briefcase exits his car and heads for the bank on the other side of the road. “This is Jonah to base,” the first man speaks into his watch. “Base, come in Jonah,” comes the reply. “I have visual. He is twenty meters from his target.” A sigh echoes over the speaker in Jonah’s watch. “Take lethal force.” Jonah sighs himself and heads for the man, running, dodging cars. The man sees Jonah and runs for the bank. Jonah pulls out a gun and aims. “Everyone Down!” he shouts as the innocent bystanders drop to the floor. He squeezes the trigger and a bullet rips through the air and the man’s neck. He drops to the ground, blood gushing out of the hole in his neck, his briefcase landing next to him. Jonah rushes over and opens it, a mass of C4 and wires inside. “Jonah to base, I have the bomb.” “Great, now defuse it. Cut the red, brown, blue and green wires.” Jonah did as he was instructed and the bomb beeped once, then nothing. The display stopped. The bomb was defused. “Done.”

Suddenly sirens rang out in the distance, Jonah hearing them quickly. He sprang up and dash towards his car. Quickly getting in it he sped off away from the sirens, but the cops’ helicopter caught a visual. “Damn these cops are fast,” He muttered to himself. He raced as fast as his car could take him, taking as many turns as he could. Soon a large gap formed between them. Jonah quickly ran inside a large parking garage. There he hopped out of his car and found a motorcycle, hoping he could lose them that way. He hotwired it and drove off towards the other exit. Just then a mass of police cars drove at him. He spun around and started up the ramp to the roof. “Shit,” he said to himself. “They’ll catch me on the roof.” As he got closer to top, he gunned it, hoping there was a second ramp he could take. Then, on the roof, he saw a ramp like pile of dirt near the edge. He went as fast as the bike could. The police helicopter hovered up, just behind the ramp, blocking his path. Jonah closed his eyes, and hit the ramp.

His bike flew through the Helicopter, out one side, through the other, the passengers moving out of the way of the flying motorcycle. It continued its flight towards the neighboring building, landing on the roof. The police were stunned at what they saw.

Using his lead, Jonah was able to sneak out of the building moments before the police swarmed it.