Twenty minutes passed, and after Albert took a shower, he dozed off in the chair in his room.
The laptop was open on the desk. The Heavenly Chat website suddenly appeared on the monitor.
"Wake up, Albert!" Angel 12978 called out from the laptop.
Albert rolled over to his other side and snored.
"ALBERT!" Angel 12978 yelled out from the laptop.
Albert bolted up from the chair and looked around, dazed and a little shaken.
He looked around in a daze, and it took a few seconds for him to remember his situation.
"It's about time. Listen, you have two visitors out in the parking lot," Angel 12978 said.
"Who?" he asked, looking concerned as he got up from the chair.
Albert walked over and peeked out his room curtains.
"Two thugs from UAS named Gino and Sal sitting in a silver Mercedes parked near your Prius in the hotel parking lot. They're waiting for you, and I don't think they want to give you a hug. In fact, they're the same guys that chased after you when you left the UAS building," Angel 12978 replied.
"How did they find me?" he asked, looking a little scared when he couldn't see anybody.
"Did you use a credit card for your hotel room?" Angel 12978 asked.
"Yes!" he replied while he slapped his forehead for that dumb move. "I couldn't help it; I didn't have enough cash."
"I understand," Angel 12978 replied.
"Can you get rid of them for me?" Albert said that while he got up from his bed, he walked over to his window, cautiously peeking outside. He saw the Mercedes and could vaguely see two people inside.
"Sorry, you'll have to work this one out for yourself," Angel 12978 said, and then the Heavenly Chat website disappeared.
"Do you have any suggestions?" Albert said while he looked away from the window and stared at the laptop. "I guess not," he added while noting the website disappeared.
Albert walked back to his bed and pondered how he could get rid of those two thugs. He had an idea when he thought about an old Eddie Murphy movie.
Albert put the laptop into the computer bag and grabbed his car keys. He then grabbed the bag and left his hotel room.
A few minutes later, Albert walked through the lobby and entered the area where the continental breakfast was served.
Albert found a basket with apples and bananas, grabbed four bananas, and headed away from the main entrance.
Albert headed down a hallway and eventually walked to a side door and went outside.
Once he got outside the hotel, he spotted the black Mercedes in the parking lot. He made a beeline to another section of the parking lot and then made a long journey through the lot, backtracking to the rear of the Mercedes.
Inside the Mercedes, Gino and Sal watched the front entrance and Albert's Prius.
Gino's cell phone rang. "Gino," he answered.
"Albert is supposed to be meeting with an FBI agent named Britney Cooper at the Wax Museum at the Fisherman's Wharf. Is he still at the hotel?" Kirby said from his cell phone.
"Understand the location of the meeting. And so far, he's still in his room," Gino replied.
"He should be leaving for the wharf any minute. Follow them and discreetly eliminate both hazards in a discreet location. I repeat, remove both hazards," Kirby ordered.
"Yes sir, I understand," Gino said, then closed his cell phone. "He going to head to the Wax Museum at the Fisherman's Wharf," Gino told Sal.
Sal nodded, and he understood as they watched the front entrance.
Albert continued to discreetly walk through the parking lot, keeping his head below the tops of the car roofs.
Albert got within thirty feet of the Mercedes and stopped, rushing down on his hands and knees.
Albert scampered through the lot, avoiding being seen by the thugs.
Albert scampered around numerous parked cars, peeked over the hood of a car, and saw Gino and Sal while they waited in the Mercedes. He noticed they were focused on Albert's car and the hotel's main entrance.
Albert eventually scampered to the rear of the Mercedes and cautiously and quietly shoved the bananas into the dual tailpipes.
Albert quietly scampered away, scampered around cars in the lot, and discreetly headed back to the side entrance of the hotel.
When it was safe, he stood up and rushed to the side door, went back to the hotel.
Albert rushed down the hallway and headed back to the lobby.
Albert stopped at the main entrance doors and hesitated.
He silently prayed that the two thugs wouldn't come after him in the parking lot. "They wouldn't hurt me in plain sight," he thought to himself, then stepped forward, and the sensor opened up the main glass doors.
Albert walked out of the front entrance, casually walked to his car, and avoided eye contact with the Mercedes.
Inside the Mercedes, Gino, and Sal kept a close eye on Albert as he walked to his car.
"There's our asshole," Gino said with a satisfying smile, as he couldn't wait to pounce on Albert.
"Yep. If he only knew he would never see tomorrow," Sal replied with an evil smirk.
Gino and Sal bumped fists, happy they would kill again today. It was something they loved about their job.
They watched while Albert got inside his car.
Albert started up his car and backed out of the parking spot.
He slowly drove through the parking lot to make sure the two thugs spotted him.
The Mercedes pulled out of its parking spot and tailed Albert's Prius.
Then the Mercedes sputtered and then stalled.
Gino tried to restart it. It wouldn't start.
Gino slammed his fist on the steering wheel.
Gino and Sal watched while Albert's Prius drove away down the street.
"Damn it!" Gino cursed, then opened up his cell phone and made a call. "It's Gino. I have a problem with the car. It stalled and won't start, and our hazard drove away," he said into his cell.
"Shit!" Kirby yelled from the cell phone. Then, there were a few seconds of pause. "Okay, I'll take care of eliminating him. Call for a tow truck and get the car fixed," Kirby ordered.
"Yes sir," Gino replied, then disconnected the call, and the vein in his neck popped out, furious that Albert got away.
Albert drove his Prius down the street and glanced into his rearview mirror. There wasn't the sight of the thugs Mercedes coming after him. "Yeah!" Albert called out, proud of his performance in getting rid of those two thugs.
He drove away with a huge, proud smile on his face.
Thirty minutes later, Albert pulled his car into the parking lot at Boudin's Bakery near the waterfront.
He drove through the lot and, pulled into the first empty spot, got out of his car with the laptop bag.
Albert walked through the parking lot.
He walked across Jefferson Street through the traffic to the Wax Museum.
He paced by the front entrance of the museum with the laptop bag in hand. He waited for Britney.
After a few minutes, he sat down against the wall and took the laptop out of the bag. He opened it, and the Heavenly Chat website appeared instantly.
"You did a superb job of getting rid of those two thugs. Very creative," Angel 12978 said from the laptop.
Albert smiled at his laptop. He had always loved it when Ginger was proud of anything he accomplished.
Down the sidewalk, Britney appeared with a small purse and headed toward Albert.
"Albert, you'll like Britney, she's stunning," Angel 12978 said.
"How do you know?" he asked curiously.
"I can see her on Earth Cam. She's coming your way," Angel 12978 replied.
Albert looked to his right.
"She's coming from your left," Angel 12978 said.
"Is that her in the blue business suit?" he asked when he laid eyes on her.
"The one and only. Isn't she beautiful?" Angel 12978 replied.
Albert looked to his left and saw Britney. "You're right, she's stunning," he said.
"She's just right for you," Angel 12978 added.
"What am I saying? I can't cheat on you, Ginger," he said and felt ashamed for mentioning that Britney was beautiful.
A young couple walked past Albert and heard him talking to his laptop. They thought Albert was a little loony.
The Heavenly Chat website suddenly disappeared when Britney was four feet from Albert.
Albert closed the laptop, stood up, and smiled when she approached.
"Are you Britney Cooper?" he asked, his smile warm.
"Yes, are you Albert Taylor?" she replied and showed him her FBI badge.
"Yes," he said, then extended out his hand.
"I need to see some identification," she asked cautiously of Albert.
He opened up his wallet and removed his driver's license.
She was satisfied and stuck out her hand.
While he shook her hand, he gazed into her eyes, and there was something about her that intrigued him.
"Let's see what you have," she said, then looked at the entrance to the museum. "Let's go inside. It's on the bureau," she offered.
"Sounds good to me," he said, then shoved his laptop into the bag.
They went inside the museum, and Britney purchased two tickets.
They walked through the museum and stopped at the first available bench.
They sat down, and Albert immediately removed the laptop and opened it up. He then opened up the Special Security Consultants Project database.
He opened up a section of the database.
"This showed information about their assassins. It showed their code names and past assignments. But it didn't show their faces. If you click on the Viper Assassin link, it shows the next hit is," Albert said and paused until the information appeared.
"The President of the United States," Britney finished his sentence when she saw the information and looked a little worried.
"So far, it only states that the hit will take place in Las Vegas within a week," Albert said, then he clicked on the highlighted Las Vegas words. "But access into that area is password-protected, and I think it will reveal the exact location, day, and time of the hit," he said after a password entry window appeared.
Britney took the laptop and then reviewed the information Albert had shown her. "I know a software expert that can crack passwords," she told him, then closed the laptop. "Let's get this to my superior immediately, then we can work with the Secret Service," she said, standing up.
They walked through the museum and headed to the front entrance. But in reality, Britney thought Albert was some kind of a crackpot who created this database. She figured she would play along and then let the Secret Service deal with him and lock him up.
Britney, with the laptop, and Albert, with the computer bag, walked out of the museum's entrance.
They walked down the sidewalk, and when they got ten feet away from the entrance, Kirby and Grant suddenly appeared behind them.
Kirby placed an arm around Albert's shoulder like they were buddies, then shoved the barrel of a silencer into Albert's side.
Grant placed an arm around Britney's shoulder while he shoved his barrel of a silencer into her side.
"Just keep walking, don't turn around, and don't make any sudden moves," Kirby threatened.
"I should warn you that I'm an FBI agent," Britney said with a tone of authority.
"What do you want, a medal?" Grant replied with a smart-ass tone.
Grant snatched the laptop from Britney, then removed Britney's revolver and cell phone. He smashed her cell phone into the ground.
"You got what you want; now let us go," Albert pleaded.
"I don't think so. Loose lips sink ships," Grant replied.
"How dare you, you fucking pervert!" Britney yelled out at Grant the second he lagged a few feet behind Kirby.
The crowd on the sidewalk all stared at Britney, and Grant noticed.
Britney quickly kicked Grant's foot out from under him, and he landed on his butt with a surprised glare.
The second he stood up, she gave him a good swift kick in his crotch. She quickly removed Grant's revolver from his hand the second he dropped to his knees in pain.
Kirby turned around when he heard the commotion and saw the crowd on the sidewalk, staring. The second he saw Grant on his knees in pain, Britney quickly moved in and gave him a swift kick to his groin.
He dropped to his knees, where she immediately removed his revolver from his hand.
Other people stood around and gawked.
"Grab the laptop, Albert," she called out.
Albert quickly obeyed.
Britney looked at everybody. "I'm an FBI Agent, and these two perverts operate a child pornography ring. Please detain them so I can get police backup," she told the crowd.
A few men clenched their fists and thought of pounding on Kirby and Grant.
Britney and Albert ran away down the sidewalk. "Cross the street," Albert told her.
They ran across Jefferson Street.
Six men from the crowd of people inched their way to Kirby and Grant with clenched fists. Kirby and Grant sensed pending danger.
They quickly got up and ran away.
The six men gave chase like a posse after outlaws.
Albert and Britney ran through the parking lot of Boudin's Bakery.
They ran to Albert's car and quickly got inside. He started it up and packed out of the parking spot.
He drove through the parking lot, pulled out onto The Embarcadero, and drove off.
Inside his Prius, they both looked relieved they escaped death.
"Who were those guys, and how did they know we were here?" she asked.
"Probably from United Alliance Security," he replied while he turned. "I had two break into into my house, and I managed to escape and head up here."
"I thought you made this stuff up, but after meeting those two, I think you're onto something. We better hurry up and get to Frank, my boss," she said.
Albert's eyes widened when he remembered something. "There's a picture in the laptop bag that shows those two. Your boss might want to see what they look like," he said, handing her the bag.
Britney searched the laptop bag and removed the golf picture from Kirby's office.
Albert pointed to Kirby and Grant. "There's these two," he said.
Britney looked, and then her eyes widened in shock. "Oh my God, there's Frank," she cried out in disbelief while she pointed at her boss, who stood next to Grant. She thought for a second, and it dawned on her. "That's how they knew about our meeting place. I don't believe it, Frank's involved in all this," she said, then thought about their next move for a few seconds. "I can't go back with Frank being involved. He'll make sure we're killed," she added, then pondered their situation for a few more seconds. "We don't have a choice. We'll have to go to Vegas, find the Secret Service, and pray that the agent we find isn't involved," she said.
Britney reached down on the floorboard and grabbed Grant and Kirby's revolvers. "At least we have some protection in case UAS tries to stop us again."
Albert looked at the revolvers that she placed in her lap. "I'm not a gun kind of guy."
"Well, you better learn to love them real quick because they could save your life," she said, then set the revolvers back on the passenger floorboard.
Albert looked uncomfortable while he drove down The Embarcadero.
"Keep on this street, and we'll take the Bay Bridge to get out of here," she said, then looked at the golf picture and thought about putting a bullet in Frank's head.
Back at the Wax Museum, Kirby and Grant raced down the sidewalk at Mason Street. The crowd of angry men was right behind them, ready to kick some ass.
They turned down Beach Street and headed toward the Enterprise Rental place. The crowd of angry men was gaining ground.
Kirby and Grant ran across Beach Street, dodging traffic. Cars screeched to a stop to avoid hitting them.
They ran to the parking lot with the angry men hot on their heels.
They ran to their Mercedes, and Kirby quickly got inside and removed a Glock from his glove box just as the six men circled the car.
Kirby jumped out and aimed his Glock at the men.
"I would highly recommend that everybody back off right now before someone gets seriously hurt," Kirby yelled at the men.
"Those two are murderers, and you let them escape, you assholes," Grant yelled out of the car.
All six men ran off.
Kirby and Grant got inside the Mercedes, and Kirby started it up.
He drove out of the parking lot and headed down Beach Street.