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Undercover	By : IrenaAdler Category: M through R > NUMB3RS Views: 2309 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Part 10� Into
the Lion�s Den
They ate a light supper, played more video games, and. at
ten o�clock sharp, shut the door to their room and ran down the sidewalk.

Silently, they turned to the right and headed up the lane,
toward the Richland house.� They slowed
as they approached it, but did not hide in the woods like they had the night
before.� The house looked quiet.� The driveway was empty, but there could be a
car in the garage.

Will cleared his throat and said, �There is no way we can
avoid all the security cameras.� We need
to know now if someone is diligently watching them or not, while we still have
a chance of explaining away our presence.�

Don nodded tensely.

Will jogged to a spot directly in front of a camera and
crouched down to fiddle with his shoelaces.��
He waited there for a solid minute, tying and untying his shoe.� No alarms went off, no one appeared at the
front door.� It wasn�t definitive � the
watcher could be in the bathroom � but it was a chance they were going to have
to take.� He wasn�t going to let one more
batch of CTen drive down that road.

�Okay,� Will said at last.�
�We just need to avoid the motion detectors because that will be an
automatic alarm.� Step right where I do.�

Don nodded again and Will could see Don�s hands flex, like
he longed for his gun.� Will sympathized.

Will focused on the motion detectors, mapping out a safe path
across the lawn.� For some reason, he
thought of Charlie and how he would diagram such a path, and he smiled.� This was actually an area where he would
match his intuition against his �little brother�s� math any day.� Something about your life depending on the
answers honed your instincts.

Stepping slowly but confidently, Will made his way across
the lawn and onto the porch.� Don
followed on his heels.

They reached the front door and Will studied the door for
trip wires or alarms.� Not finding any,
he stepped aside and let Don look.� After
a careful examination, Don shook his head.

From his pocket, Will pulled out two metal nail files,
something he�d felt he could get away with packing.� He quickly went to work on the front door
lock.� A click and the lock
released.� Will eased open the door and
stuck his head inside.�

The front room was dark, the house silent.� Maybe the brothers were asleep, or even
gone.� Will pushed the door open farther
and stepped inside.� Don noiselessly
followed behind him and closed the door with barely a click.� They both stood still for a moment, listening
for any signs of movement.� Will heard
and categorized each sound � the hum of the fridge, the tick of a mantel clock,
the quiet creak of the house cooling after a warm day.� At the same time, Will was studying the
layout of the rooms, comparing it to the outside, and deciding where the steps
to the basement were most likely to be.�

When Will was certain that there were no sounds he didn�t
recognize, he crept forward, moving across the carpeted front room toward the
far doorway.� His ears strained for
anything other than known sounds and the soft step of Don behind him.

It felt too easy, but with no guns, no backup, and Don to
worry about, Will would happily take �easy.�

They stole through the kitchen and Will found the door he
was looking for.� He opened it up, saw
stairs going down into the darkness and got a faint whiff of rotten
oranges.� Smiling fiercely, he made a
�thumbs-up� sign to Don.� Don smiled back
and waved for him to �go ahead.�

Will stood for a moment, listening, then crept down the
stairs.� At the bottom of the stairs, he
listened again.� Still nothing.� He ran his hand along the wall until he
touched the light switch.� He stepped
back, nudging Don a few steps up the stairs.�
Will got ready to dive to the ground and then he flicked the switch.

Light flooded into the basement.� Will blinked rapidly to adjust his eyesight, but
saw no signs of people or movement.� He
was standing in a nicely finished basement, complete with furniture, wood
paneling, and a full, working drug lab.

�Bingo,� Will breathed.

Spread out before them, like a textbook picture on how to
make designer drugs, were the tools of the trade � blenders, vent hoses, three
22s in their aluminum cradles, filter cloths stretched over one barrel, another
surrounded by ice packs.� Three heavy
tables in a U-shaped configuration held industrial-sized bottles of solvent,
iodine, and other chemicals ready for use.�

Will scanned the room for the piece of information they most
needed, the precursor.� He saw a box with
the shipping label of a shady internet pharmacy and went quickly over to
it.� It was half-filled with the
prescription drug Midodrine. Damn, they
figured out a way to cleave the N-group off.

He was impressed � this was serious chemistry, the holy
grail of designer drugs.� He looked for
chlorine or bromine or other similar chemical needed for hydrolysis.

�Like it?� a voice said and Will spun around. �Standing by a doorway that had been concealed
in the wood paneling was Jarvis Richland, a gun in his hand.�

Will held up his hands and gave a surprised and embarrassed
smile.� In a flash, he sorted through
possible bluffs and chose one.� He opened
his mouth but Jarvis cut him off.

�Save it,� Jarvis said.�
�You�re Will Stevens, DEA, and he�s Don Eppes, FBI.�

Adrenaline flooded Will�s body and his mouth snapped shut.� His eyes narrowed and the world shifted
around him.� He glanced toward Don and he
could see that Don was also ready for action.

Jarvis gestured with the gun and Will and Don followed his
directions, moving farther into the room.�

Will bit his lip.� This
was a smartlab, and a big one.� It could
produce over a hundred doses of their particular brand of poison in each 48-hour
run.� It was the dream find of every DEA
agent � but not at the wrong end of a gun.

Jarvis said, almost cheerfully, �Lucky that we sold the
retreat last week, though it would have taken weeks for you guys to see
it.� It was a great location, and I�m
gonna miss this house, but it�s obviously time to move on.�

Jarvis stepped back, keeping Will and Don well covered by
his gun.� �You two had us tricked.� If we hadn�t gotten the note today that
you�re Feds, we would�ve had no idea.��

Will�s jaw clenched.�
So there was a security
leak.� All of their efforts were
pointless.

Jarvis continued pleasantly, �You aren�t expected to report
in until Friday, so we�ll have a good lead.�
Today all I needed to do was sit and wait for you to come
investigating.�

A trap.� Will had
walked them into a trap.

�FBI and DEA,�
Jarvis said.� �I�m impressed.� Guess our little enterprise has caught
someone�s attention.�

�Little enterprise?� Will snapped.� �A half a dozen people are dead.�

Jarvis sighed.�
�Sometimes the dealers don�t cut it right.� I�ve told them how to cut it over and over,
but �� He gave a mild shrug.

Will growled and Jarvis�s hand tightened on the gun.� That told him that Jarvis did indeed plan on
killing them.� Right now.� At least the gun was pointed in the right
direction, away from Don.

Will glanced at Don, who gave a barely perceptible nod.� Will focused back on Jarvis, his whole body
ready.� Jarvis squeezed the trigger.

At the same instant, Will threw himself forward and down, rolling
and twisting away from the path of the bullet.�
Pain slammed into his shoulder, but he kept rolling forward, coming up
to his feet, his right arm dangling uselessly at his side.� Using his momentum, Will drove his left
shoulder into Jarvis�s chest.� Jarvis
staggered back with a grunt and the gun flew from his grip.� Will brought his good hand up for a chin strike.�

Pain exploded in his head and the universe vanished.
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