Mr Seddon - Leighton Sealeaf (philippa perry book .TXT) 📗

please his employer, nodded before personally sitting outside the office until the plane staff all vacated the aircraft.

They drove past the main hanger, that contained the 2 other private jets, and they drove directly to the villa.

The first day was chill, a bit of scuba diving took place and a long game of monopoly was held in the games room. The second day, wasn’t so positive, instantly it was met with red flags from Hamish as he was informed that a minor breach in the perimeter had occurred, but was likely caused by an animal, or that 3 security guards had gone missing from the golf-court area. That was subject to a little bit more research, but was put down as external factors because their close friend was with them in the town in a very special club called the str… I mean cabaret.

It was about 1 in the afternoon when it happened…

Over a dozen rock climbers where spotted trying to get to the mansion, whilst many more armed individuals came from the trees and bushes, shooting at anything that moved, including an FBI agent that was visiting under an investigation that had nothing to do with Leighton, but the mansion was still a key place for investigation.

Her partner suffered only a grazed knee as he escaped. At the time Leighton was walking down the path when this all happened, Hamish immediately noticed the camouflaged people emerging from the woods and mowing down the front gate guards, the front gate was open! Hamish wrapped himself around Leighton as they climbed the marble stairs to the mansion, whilst the gate guard tried so desperately to tap the gate button, even as he suffered many wounds to the chest.

They all immediately ran towards the main entrance whilst the building security ran out to try and fight the attackers off. The bullets flew past them as they ran into the brightly lit reception and onto the white, marble floor. It took him a few moments but Hamish realised the doors where bullet proof but wide open. He removed his pistol from his blazer holster and waited for the more advanced security to arrive with assault rifles, once they arrived, he ran up with them and whilst some ran out, the others helped to close the door and place a lock on it.

They all sat on the floor, taking some deep breaths and trying to ignore the screaming that is being caused by being flabbergasted with bullets. Leighton wiped the rare sweat off of his marvellous foreheads that rarely exercised this much for water to be emitted from it, although recently it has been happening a lot more.

The screaming and the shooting halted, suddenly. They looked to each over nervously as heavy footsteps came from the over side of the door. Hamish looked around himself and then looked out of the disorientating glass panes. He saw 2 individuals with weapons that looked like they had suppressors attached, but it was impossible for him to tell from the quickest of looks at all black weapons.

He pulled back part of his gun to confirm he had ammo in it and he pointed to Leighton to follow him. They both got on their hands and knees and began to crawl. He was heading to the nearest re-group point that was able to get Leighton into the bunker and seal it in under 2 minutes. The nearest one wasn’t too far away, in fact it was just behind reception…

The reception doors were locked from the other side, to prevent any unwanted intruders whilst the reception is being unattended for any reason. Hamish looked at the lock and realised it was weak and the door was wooden. He aimed his pistol and fired a shot at the lock. It jingled and the door slowly creaked open. But that wasn’t the only thing opening, an explosive had been placed on the door, everyone began to move away from it as they Hamish and Leighton both slipped away.

Gunfire wrecked the reception area as they walked around the corner and to the re-group point. Hamish quickly grabbed Leighton by the arm and kept him out of view of the area that had a bullet-proof glass room that had 4 agents trying to avoid their own doors getting blown off. Hamish made sure his gun was loaded and approached, cautiously. He aimed it at the attackers who held either explosives and supressed SMG’s.

Crack!

Hamish fired at one and distracted the other, for just long enough for the agents to burst through and stab him. They noticed Leighton creeping in the background, and, without warning, grabbed him by the collar. As they took him down the corridor, with an elevator in sight on said, “2 minutes.” Hamish followed closely behind, watching the flank.

One of them typed a code in and Leighton placed his sweaty thumb on the finger pad, a green light shinned at the top as the doors quickly opened. The mercenaries, that they had stuffed down in the bunker for this situation, ran out tactically to guard the exit of the elevator. Hamish shinned his eye into the iris scanner and tapped the floor for the bunker. The elevator was quick and efficient on its way down and once they arrived at the bottom swiftly.

The doors open to…

“Ahh,” not the sound that safe people scream.

They looked around themselves to realise why someone was in pain until Hamish fired a perfectly aligned shot into the scull of a rifle man. They looked around until Hamish felt blood gushing from, Leighton. Yes. He fell to the ground in agony as Hamish removed his blazer to apply pressure on the wound. As he lay there, he began to cough up blood and the agents in the elevator split in half, half left to go and clear the ‘secure’ bunker whilst the rest remained in the elevator and pressed the emergency closure button. Life slowly began to fade as Leighton lay there. Until, Leighton pulled a small tablet sachet from his pocket, he tried to open it but was to weak. Hamish grabbed in and read it: MORPHINE PILL

He grabbed it and it may have slipped out of his hand when he tried to eject it form the packet, he quickly grabbed it again and forced it down Leighton’s throat. Seconds later, he jumped up and received an instant adrenalin shock and he stood up, despite Hamish’s hand positions implying for him to remain on the ground. “What happened?” Leighton asked as he felt a tight pain in his waist.

“You were shot.” Hamish replied whilst feeling deep regret for not following protocol and standing in front of him.

“Shot dead?” Leighton sarcastically replied whilst pacing the wide elevator cart.

“No,”

“Have you tried calling,”

“No.”

Leighton didn’t waste any time and tapped the emergency button on the panel to call for the air-ambulance. That immediately sent a signal to the small outpost, that I may forgot to add into the list of features the villa has, and the on-duty helicopter immediately took off, not only that, now the Mexican authorities have sent several patrol cars to see why the helicopter has been deployed.

Suddenly, Leighton clenched his hands on his bullet wound in anguish and pain, Hamish wacked the button that led to the helipad and the elevator was not delayed in the slightest.

As they got higher, they heard police sirens and mighty helicopter propellers where only a few metres above them. It reached the floor and Hamish shoved Leighton to the side of the cart. The agents inside aimed their weapons through the sliding doors. The landing pad was clear. They tactically moved out and the air-ambulance co-pilot slid the doors open and they were about to grab Leighton when a sniper bullet rang out. Killing the co-pilot instantly. Leighton hit the dirt, or in this case; the concrete. They surrounded Leighton and far in the distance was the terrifying glow caused by the reflection on a sniper scope.

“SNIPER” Hamish yelled whilst taking his aim. He was about to squeeze when a small fragment, of glass was lying on the floor. He scooped it up quickly and instead of missing his shot he lodged it in some part of his complicated weapon, and could see even further into the distance and was privileged with a clear shot, minus the blood splatters, of course.

It was just him and the sniper. The environment darkened around him. He watched as the sniper took a deep breath. Crack. The glow was eliminated.

He looked over to Leighton to see the pilot applying strong pressure to the wound. From where he was stood, it looked terrible. They all helped to put him in the helicopter and immediately took off, destination: Doctors without borders camp near the border. They could of easily went to a closer hospital, but the pilot knew that it was safe, and they were trained to deal with these sort of bullet wounds.

They landed swiftly and everyone was ready to take the wounded off the vehicle, but they realised surprised expressions when they realised who exactly they were dealing with. Mr Sealeaf. Except one, stubborn woman with her arms crossed and ignoring the VIP in the vicinity. She was staring at Hamish. Her name was Anne Hilt, a trained doctor and ex of Hamish. They took Leighton away on a stretcher and Hamish approached his ex, who coincidently owns this franchise of outposts.

Hamish stepped out, ignoring the events going on around him, and approached Anne. They stood no further than a foot away from each over, unexpectedly, she whipped out her hand and slapped him across his face. “What was that for!” Hamish shouted angrily.

“The restraining order.” She shouted whilst stroking her hand, as she went for another one, Hamish grabbed her hand and threw it to the pole behind her. “You came to my work, even though I have a restraining order on you!” Hamish thought to himself as an idea flew into his head, he grabbed his phone from his pocket and tapped on the maps app, he then showed her their location. She was rather smart and instantly realised what it meant. They were in Mexico, not America.

She was fuming, she slipped her hand out from his grasp and walked off, angrily. Hamish felt his slightly bloody face and followed the trail of doctors and nurses. He followed them to a tent that was wide open and had Leighton sat on a bed signing everything from photographs to foreheads. This was a big no, no for Hamish, a sniper could be anywhere, he thought.

Sneakily, he walked around closing the tent up so there was only one way in, a door. “Will he survive?” Hamish asked a confidant doctor who wasn’t involved in this frenzy.

“Medically, yes.” The doctor replied tiredly.

“What do you mean?” Hamish asked.

“It’s all over the news” The doctor informed whilst taking a seat, “They will find him, he’s not safe.” After this, the wise doctor left Hamish looked around before walking outside, with his phone in hand and typing a number in.

He stood with his phone beside his ear and it dialled.

Ring, Ring.

An American man picked up the phone, “Howdy, partner” he greeted,

“I need the SCAR unit for an evacuation.” Hamish informed whilst looking at the horizon filled with a dust-cloud of heavy vehicles driving their way

“Mr Seddon,” He replied, “Right on it.”

Hamish pressed the end call button and signalled for one of the security guards to follow him in. They entered together and where surprised to see Leighton on his feet giving a lecture to a couple of kids, they didn’t have time for that. Hamish tossed a few notes their way and shooed them off whilst also grabbing Leighton. “What’s happening,” Leighton asked as they left the tent and heard the mighty propeller roar from an expensive helicopter.

“Where going.” Hamish said as the helicopter landed and he threw him in and got in himself. They were sat in one of the most armoured air-vehicles around and it wasted