Chapter 13 Putting the pen down.

Leaning back in her chair, a squeak sounded out.

*Sigh.*

Reaching out her hand she gently laid it on atop of her laptop and closed it.

( There are roughly 40,000 writers out there in the world, and only a fraction of them made it big. I don't know what to do... My form of writing is not liked by many, and I like the darker genre of books. Because of this, my books are avoided by many. Out of the 10ns of books I wrote, only one was popular, and that was a flook. I couldn't even get paid for that flook because it was a fiction using elements from warframe, making it a fanfiction. )

*Sigh.*

( No use mulling over it, let's get dinner started. )

Getting up from her desk, she walked out of the room she was in, down a long hallway, and went into the kitchen.

Opening the fridge, it was basically empty. Half a carton of milk, some sliced cheese, ham, various condiments, leftover fried rice, celery, condensed milk, and a few other items here and there.

"I need to go shopping."

Grabbing the milk and opening it taking a whiff. Almost puking in the process.

"Oh yeah, that's gone bad."

Tossing it out, she closed the fridge and went to the pantry.

"Let's see, I have... seasonings."

Pushing the seasonings aside she found a jar of alfredo sauce and an old box of mac and cheese.

"I can make something with this."

Grabbing the pasta and alfredo sauce, she placed them on the counter.

"What was the recipe again? Salt, pepper, parsley, parmesan cheese, heavy cream, milk, garlic, and butter? Then I don't need this I think I have all that."

Placing the alfredo sauce back, she took out the salt and pepper, then went to the fridge, opened the bottom drawer, grabbed parsley, and dug around for some garlic. Looking up she saw milk, butter, and parmesan cheese in the door. Looking up even more she found three cloves of garlic.

"Lucky, I only needed two of these."

Putting everything on the counter, and organizing them, she went and grabbed the pots and pans. Roughly an hour later the house was filled with a fragrant smell.

Walking over to the stove, and turning it off. With a smile on her face, she opened a cupboard and grabbed a bowl, and placed it next to the sink.

Draining the water from the macaroni noodles, she placed some in her bowl, before topping it with some homemade alfredo sauce.

Taking one last sniff of the aroma, she grabbed the bowl and walked to the living room. Wrapping herself up in a blanket. She turned on the tv, opened up her recording listings, and selected season 2, episode 10 of House M.D. Picking up the bowl again, and clicking play, she sat back and took her first bite.

"Hot, hot, hot, hot."

Spitting it out, back into the bowl.

"Every god d** time!"

An hour and a half later, she stretched and turned off the tv. Getting up she folded her blanket and grabbed her dishes.

Walking to the sink she heard a knock at the door.

( Who could it be at this time of night? )

Walking to her desk, she grabbed an object before stuffing it in her back pocket.

*Knock, knock, knock*

"Coming!"

Peeking through the peephole, she saw two cops.

"Can I help you?"

"Can you open the door?"

"No."

"We weren't asking."

"You said can I open the door, that implies that you're asking. If that's it, leave."

"Open the door right now or we will kick it down!"

"Do you have a search warrant?"

"We don't need a search warrant."

"Yes, you do. If you don't have one, get off my property."

"Kick down the door."

Realizing something was wrong, she quickly took the side table next to the door and blocked off the entrance, before running to the back.

Peaking through another window, she saw two more cops guarding the exit.

"It's a good thing I planned for this."

Heading back into the room with the laptop, she went under it and slid, the back panel revealing a small passage then went down. Getting in she closed the panel and latched it.

Crawling down even more she reached an opening. Fealing around the wall a bit, a click, sounded off.

*Room lights up*

In front of her was essentially a studio apartment. Small bed, bathroom, kitchen, washer, and dryer. Sprinting to the left side of the room, she pressed a button on the wall. Before her, many small TVs lit up, revealing a video feed of each room in the house. The house was trashed in the little time it took her to get to the bunker.

Grabbing her phone out of her back pocket, she dialed a number.

"Hello?"

"It's me, the cops raided our house."

"Are you sure it's the cops, and not anyone else?"

"Yea they were wearing badges, and had guns drawn, two in the front and two in the back."

"Are you ok?"

"Yeah I went into the bunker, what should I do?"

"Maybe it's time for you to put down the pen?"

"Stop joking about that, you know what I had to do to get this far. A few threats are not going to stop me."

"A few threats? You think having multiple attempts on your life are a simple threat?"

"A threat, they could never pull it off."

"They have infiltrated the police force, it's no longer an attempt, but a planned strike."

"Yeah, and you're the police chief. I'm safe."

"Safe? You are in a bunker, with corrupt cops, after your life. Even I did not know about this plan until you called me. Now I have to find a way to save you."

"Can't you just kill them?"

"It's not that simple, if it's the four I'm thinking of, I can't even slap their wrists."

"What do you mean?"

"Theirs a chance they're from one of the big cultivation families. Did you see if any of the four had an ear that was white?"

"Yes?"

"F**k, be careful, I'll be there as soon as I can."

Walking over to the bed, she lay down.

"It's a good thing I installed this in secret."

~~~

Earlier that day

Four individuals were gathered together.

"We found the writer, apparently the police chief is her longtime friend, so we have to act fast."

"We will hit her, at 7:30 pm exactly, any earlier and the chief can capture us with the full police force, and any later, he will be pulling up. Mat and Tom you will be Team B. Sheila and I will be Team A. Team A will infiltrate from the entrance, and Team B will guard the exit. If she tries to escape kill her. If she resists kill her. If for any reason she gets away trash the place and steal the valuables, make it look like a robbery."

"But Eddy, what if there are any cameras?"

"Don't worry about that, the organization has already scoped out the place, and l had already checked their backgrounds, to see if either of them purchased camera equipment. There were a few odd purchases, but nothing to note of."

"What do you mean by odd?"

"Whenever she would finish writing a book, she would throw out her laptop and buy a new one. when she bought a new laptop though, it would be the exact same make and model of the old laptop, along with a ten-pound tub of ice cream."

"The exact same laptop?"

"The exact same laptop."

"That is odd."

Later that night at 7:25 pm two unmarked black cars arrived at the police chief's house. One stopped by the mailbox, while the other was around the back of the house.

"Ready, Team A."

"Ready, Team B."

"Begin."