A Bullet Never Lies(Closed for Courage)

Beau pulled his keys off the hook by the door before heading back to the room to get his heavy coat. He quickly put it on after clicking the remote starter on the truck, letting it warm up to get nice and warm.

He slid into his boots, before pulling the straps tighter and dropping his jeans over them. He stepped into his coveralls, before pulling them on and zipping them up. He made his way outside, quickly removing snow from the sidewalk before heading back in and shrugging out of his coveralls.

"We are ready to go sweetheart," he said, smiling and waiting, holding the door open for his wife.
 
Irene laughed as Beau quickly pushed the snow off the walk, clearing a path to his truck. He was overly cautious now and she thought it was sweet, but she could see it becoming overbearing. Perhaps they could find a fine balance between well meaning and obsessive.

She exited the house in front of him, pulling herself into his truck and fastening her seatbelt. Once he had done the same, she relaxed back against the leather seat and sighed softly as he started off down the drive.

“Maybe I should just call the café and tell them to close up. Looks like the roads might get bad as the day goes on.” She commented, watching as his plow knocked the heavy snow out of the way.
 
Beau adjusted the plow as they made their way into town. "That's your call sweetie. I'd imagine the roads in town are a bit better, but if we have more snow, that could also be a slight problem," he said, knowing that Irene would do what needed to be done.

He paid attention to the road and where the plow needed to be, taking the road slowly. It took a little longer, but they arrived in front of the café in good time.

"Alright sweetie, I'm going to go get what we need, and the chair you've had your eyes on. Let me know if I need to pick you up before the normal time the café closes," he said, smiling as he kissed her and waited for her to open up her café before heading off.
 
“I’ll see you later.” Irene says, kissing his cheek before she slipped from the truck to head into the café.

Unlocking the front door and stepping into the store, she paused. Something didn’t seem right. Her cook and one of the baristas should have been there by that time. It was too quiet for her liking. Moving into the space slowly, she glanced around and looked for anything out of place.

Heading towards her office, she stopped dead in her tracks when she saw both employees bound and unconscious on the floor. Taking a step backwards, Irene bumped into a warm chest, a startled gasp leaving her lips as a strong arm quickly wrapped around her throat, keeping her immobile.

“Where is he?” A deep voice hissed in her ear. “Beau Lawry. Where is he?!”

Irene shook her head, unwilling to tell this man just where her husband was. Asking for him by name only meant one thing…the agency had found them.
 
Beau was driving back from the supermarket when he saw the explosion. He immediately dropped the groceries in his hands and ran to his truck. The explosion came from the direction the café was in. He floored the accelerator as soon as the truck got started, the diesel engine roaring with the influx of fuel.

His worst fears were confirmed when he saw the café on fire. He stopped the truck and got out, before barreling through the door. He searched through the door, working his way to the back exit. He passed the office, and still saw no one.

Finally, he exited out the back door, seeing the two women tied up and unharmed. He went and made sure they were unhurt, before he saw the message left for him.

If you want her, you better come back to headquarters to settle this once and for all. was on a paper left attached to the tree the two women were against. He grimaced before walking back to his truck. He drove towards the house, quickly making his way to his gun room once he arrived.

If the agency wanted him, they were going to get him, and in the worst way possible. He quickly got his weapons together, as well as his body armor, before packing the truck and driving towards the a secluded strip of land that he knew would be able to land the plane he had called in a favor for.
 
“So, Miss St. James, are you going to tell us where Mr. Lawry is?”

Irene stared at the ground, the ropes binding her wrists biting into her skin. They didn’t know that she’d married Beau. That was one good thing, she thought to herself as she slowly raised her gaze to stare at the three men gathered in the room around her.

She wasn’t sure how long she’d been in the truck of the car that she’d been forced into, but when it was opened, she found herself hauled into a building that was built like a fortress. It reminded her very much of Beau’s house where they had holed up in during the first few days after being burned.

“Haven’t seen him in months.” She said, gasping as one man stepped forward and slapped her hard across the face.

“Miss St. James, I know you’re in a delicate state right now, but it won’t do you any good to piss us off.” One man said, his voice calm but with a menacing tone to it.

Squirming in the chair she was bound to, Irene centered herself, struggling to control the racing of her heart. “I haven’t seen Beau Lawry since we left Europe. He was an asshole. I wanted nothing more to do with him.”
 
Beau nodded to the pilot before boarding the plane. He looked at his one remaining friend in the business, who just happened to have the intel he needed to get into the agency headquarters, and get Irene out alive, with both of them unharmed.

"Alright, Beau, there really isn't any way to do it other than to get to the floor they are on. From the look of the guy who took her, she'll be in the top suites of the Futurecom headquarters. There's no roof access, so you're going to have to use the service elevators. From there, you will need to move fast and take the assassins out surrounding her. Then it's about making your way out. Nothing really to do there but kill everyone," Jordan said.

Beau nodded before sliding the weapons he brought into holsters, adding plenty of ammunition in pouches in the tactical vest he had on. He finally clipped two shotguns to the back of his vest before donning the trenchcoat he'd be using to conceal everything.

"Let's do this," he said, knowing that he had another few hours before they would arrive in Boston. He made sure he went over the schematics of the building, trying to make it so that he would have everything ready to get his wife out of the clutches of his old employers.
 
Irene wasn’t sure how long she’d been in the building, but it seemed like an eternity. After her interrogation, she’d been placed into a holding cell, a white walled room with a stark white light that never shut off. She sat on the cot, her back against the wall and her hands cradling her belly.

She hoped that Beau wouldn’t do anything foolish like storming into the building after her. These men meant business and it very well might leave him dead. She didn’t know if she could handle a world where Beau wasn’t around.

“Oh, peanut…I wish I knew how to fix this.” She murmured, whispering to her baby to keep her sanity. She felt like she were two seconds away from snapping.
 
Beau hopped off of the plane, walking with a purpose to the truck that was parked, waiting for him. He drove into the heart of Boston, bringing back memories of his past life, the life he had left as soon as he could.

When he reached the building the agency used as their US headquarters, he made his way through the lobby, avoiding the spots where security or cameras were. He was in the service elevator quickly, moving to the top floor, thanks to the schematics he had looked at and memorized.

Beau got ready, pulling out two silenced pistols as he waited for the doors to open. Once the elevator slid to a stop, he stepped to the side, knowing that security would move to see what has going on with the elevator.

He quickly stepped out, putting two rounds in each of the guards, before making his way through to the offices. He removed five more guards before reaching the office he was looking for. He quickly flicked through the cameras, finding his wife. She appeared to be two floors down, in the holding cells. He knew from experience that was where they would be waiting for him. He shed his coat and reloaded his pistols, getting ready to move down to free his wife.
 
Irene jerked her eyes towards the door was it opened suddenly, armed men stepping in followed by the man that had taken her from the café. She didn’t have to ask any questions. She knew why they were there.

She gasped as one of the man grabbed her arm, jerking her off the cot and to her feet. The other man stepped in front of them, leading the way with his weapon drawn. Dear God, she hoped that Beau wouldn’t do anything stupid. The cold barrel of a gun pressed to her temple as the guard that held her wrapped his arm around her throat once more, carefully stepping her into the hallway to act as a shield.

The mood was tense and she shivered slightly as a bit of panic took over. She wasn’t afraid of dying, but she didn’t want her baby to die with her. It was all about that little peanut and she wouldn’t forgive herself as she let go of the fight so easily. The men waited in silence until a door at the end of the hallway opened and the man that had taken her finally spoke.

“Put your weapons down, Lawry. If you do as we say, she just might live through this.”
 
Beau watched from the rafters, knowing that men couldn't seem him. He knew that they would cut the lights on the floor, leaving them all in darkness. The thinking was that he wouldn't risk a shot for fear of hitting Irene. What they didn't know was that he had been through three assignments like that already.

He quickly slipped the night vision goggles on, before making his way through the rafters until he was behind group holding Irene. He lowered himself down, quickly moving behind the two guards behind Irene. He silently killed them, using the combat knives he kept attached to his boots. When he was behind the man holding Irene, he put the muzzle of his pistol to the back of the man's head and pulled the trigger.

The head shot forward violently, before exploding with the force of the bullet. He pushed the man off of Irene before helping her up. "Are you okay, and do you remember your old training?" he asked her, hugging her tightly, yet still meaning all business.
 
Irene let out a gasp as the man holding her hostage suddenly let her go, the weight of his body pressing against her before she was gathered up in a pair of strong, familiar arms. She’d never been more happy to see Beau in all of her life and she clung to him tightly.

“I’m fine.” She murmured, trembling in his arms as he asked her if she remembered her training. “I do, but Beau…I don’t think I can…”

She pulled back from his hug, looking at him as she thought about what he was asking her to do. She didn’t want to think about killing people. She didn’t want to think about her former life. She wanted to be a wife and a mother.
 
Beau smiled and then kissed his wife and love. "I just want you to stay behind me then. I wish I didn't remember what to do, but if anything ever tries to take you away from me, nothing will stop me from getting you or our baby back," he said, the protectiveness showing through.

He handed her a shotgun, and then said, "Just in case, I want you to be ready. You don't have to hit anyone, just in that direction." He pulled out two more clips, and then reloaded before making his way to the door, keeping Irene's hand on his belt so that he could guide her.
 
Irene hooked her fingers in his belt, the shotgun held tightly in the other as he led her through the darkness. She trusted him with her life and she knew that he would get her through the danger in one piece. Maybe it was the fact that she was pregnant and her hormones were still running amuck, but she felt a tight ball of fear curling in her belly.

She jerked Beau to a stop, panting as she felt that old anxiety coming back. She was unprepared for it and she felt the icy cold tendrils of it curling up her spine.

“Beau…” She said softly, her breath coming faster and her heart racing.
 
Beau stopped and turned, pulling Irene into his arms. He rubbed her back, trying to calm her down. He wasn't sure how they were going to get through this, but he was going to make sure they did. "Sweetheart, relax and follow me. Remember that I'm here to protect you, and to get us all out safe. I love you, and we are going to get through this," he said.

He waited for her to relax, feeling her heart racing and her breathing shallow and fast. He rubbed her back and kissed her forehead, holding her and softly rocking back and forth, trying to reassure her that he would get them out safely.
 
Irene trembled as he wrapped his arms around her, holding her close and rocking her back and forth. She hated the anxiety attacks that sometimes came, but Beau was always there for her, helping her get through them until she was ready to continue. She pressed her cheeks against his neck, letting his warmth soothe her nerves.

Slowly she relaxed, letting the panic subside. She slowly let her grip on Beau lessen and she took up her position again, letting him know silently that she was ready to continue on their way.
 
Beau smiled at her reassuringly, then took a step towards the stairs. He knew that the elevators were out of the plan, since they could be stopped. He kept his head on a constant swivel, not wanting Irene to have to deal with any issues.

Movement alerted Beau of enemies, as he stepped in front of Irene, firing off shots, the report of his pistols echoing in the hallways. The two guards dropped as Beau reloaded again. He pulled them into the stairwell and made their way down the stairs, checking to make sure nothing was coming up from the lower floors, or down from the top offices.
 
The echo of his gun in the hallway made Irene’s ears ring. She pressed up against his back as the darkness surrounded them, her heart racing as they continued on their way through the labyrinth of halls and offices. She listened to the click of Beau’s weapon as he reloaded and then they were moving again.

The stairs posed a challenge in the dark. Her fingers were still curled into his belt, holding on tight as she struggled to keep up with him. A few times she slipped, crashing into the back of him as she missed stairs going down.

“Wait…Wait…” She said, hearing the sounds of people on the floods below them. “Get out of the stairway. They’ll be up here soon.” She whispered against his ear.
 
Beau nodded, before shouldering through a door, hearing it close right after they both had gotten through it. He knew they still had around 10 more floors to go, so knew they still weren't completely safe yet. He rolled his shoulders a bit before looking.

"Okay, we have a lobby to make across, and it looks like they've cut the power to all of the floors. Keep ahold of me, and if you hear anything, tug on my belt loop. Let's go slowly," he said, keeping himself in front of her as they crossed.

They made it to the door before they ran into trouble. He could hear movement on the other side, and knew that they couldn't go through there without being shot at. He thought back to the layout, and remembered there being another staircase. He started to make his way towards that staircase, feeling his wife still holding onto him.
 
Irene nodded, understanding completely what he was saying. She followed behind him quietly, trusting that he would get them through this alive. She had to trust that he would…or else she very well might dissolve into a puddle on the floor.

Quietly opening the door to the second stairway, she following behind Beau, pressing against his back every time he stopped to listen to see if they were being followed. She wanted to know why after all this time they had gone after her husband. Why had she been left alone by her agency? It was all something she would have to ask her husband in time.
 
Beau finally got to the door by the stairs. He turned around, checking everything, before opening the door. Immediately, he saw the two guards coming up the stairs towards them. He opened fire, dropping both of them, hearing their bodies roll down the stairs.

He continued to make his way down the stairs, before three guards popped out of the door below them. He brought his other pistol up, shooting all three of the men. He hadn't recognized these men, and suddenly it clicked.

"They were using you to draw me. Then, when they had you, they contacted your agency. These guys were freelance assassins! Now it makes sense as to why I didn't know the guy who had taken you, but the guards. They were the team I was with whenever I was on assignment. They used you to get to me, and then were going to kill us both, to get the bounties that were probably placed on our heads," he said, finally figuring it out.

It scared him that this group was so determined to get the likely bounties that were for both of them now. It wasn't a pleasant thought to know that they were still wanted, months after all of the trouble had gone down.
 
“How do we stop this, Beau?” She murmured against his ear, her body trembling as he told her exactly what was happening. “I mean, how did they find us? I thought that we were safe.”

The situation was incredibly dangerous and Irene felt extreme fear at the thought that her child was in danger. She didn’t care about herself and with Beau she knew it was just a consequence of the job. For their baby though…there was no excuse for placing an innocent life in danger.
 
Beau thought. "I think the only thing would be to finish this and ruin the agencies we worked for. I don't want to go back to this, but I don't want to look over my shoulder and have my family put into danger. We should get out of this, and then we need to talk about what to do," he said quietly, grimacing at the thought of moving back into the fire to give the agencies the killing they deserve.

He looked around, seeing that they were almost down to the ground level. He kept his head checking every possible angle, making sure that no more guards would pop up. He also knew they needed to get away without the police stopping them.
 
Irene nodded as she followed behind Beau as they finally reached the ground flood. She followed behind him as the door to the stairway was opened and they stepped into the lobby.

“Hands up! Stop right there!” The voices seemed to come from every direction. “Drop your weapons!”

Irene’s eyes were wide as she looked around and saw dozens of guns pointed in their direction. She felt the urge to back up in the stairwell again, but she knew that they would be trapped if they did.

“Do it, Beau.” She whispered to him. “It’s not worth being shot over. We have to think of peanut.” She said softly, already bending down to place her weapon on the ground.
 
Beau growled as he surrendered his weapons. He knew that this could get ugly, but also knew his wife and baby were in danger. He waited as he was handcuffed, seeing them handcuffing Irene as well. He figured that they would probably take them before the agencies together, to know it was over.

A bag was put on his head, and he was put into an SUV with his love. His hands found hers, as they waited to see what their fate was. He knew that the agency heads would see them alone, as the heads didn't trust the lower ranks of assassins. That was why they had so many around them right now.
 
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