The moment Kendall saw the teenage girl in the doorway, he rammed into her, plowing her into the wall across from the door. He already knew from before when he used the goggles that the seemingly athletically-fit girl was nothing more than a little boy. Kendall surely had it easy.
"Hey!" he heard a young woman's voice yell from the living room.
Kendall looked down at the girl who was actually a boy. He was out cold for the moment. Kendall took one look back into the bathroom (Morris was also still out cold), then he walked down the hall towards the living room. He didn't know who was there, but so far, it was an easy escape. He doubted that Scarlet and her coven were still around. Anyone else was a pushover.
"Stop!" yelled the sexy young woman. Kendall remembered back when he used the goggles. The woman was actually a teenage boy. And the white supremest guy with the Nazi tattooing all over his body was actually a pregnant black woman. Definitely a pushover.
Kendall walked to the front door.
"Someone's coming to kill you," the pregnant woman said.
Kendall stopped in his tracks and turned towards her. "Who?"
"The guy on the phone didn't say," the teenage boy said. "Listen, we don't have a problem with you. It was Scarlet who locked you up. This guy," the teenage boy continued, moving towards him closer. "He shot the guy that was on the phone. We were discussing whether to let you out or not. I think Mikey jumped the gun and let you out without our consent. We don't want any trouble. We just thought you could stop this guy. I mean, he sounds really dangerous. We ... we thought that he might kill us too."
Kendall paused for a moment, thinking. Who would want to kill him? He had no clue. But he didn't think this kid was lying. "Give me my phone."
The teenage boy nodded, then grabbed it off the coffee table and tossed it to the agent.
Kendall then dialed the last phone number that called.
"Kendall?" a voice asked on the other end. It was a little hoarse and filled with pain.
"Folmer? What the hell is happening?"
"I tried to call you before. Some guy is coming to kill you. He took someone hostage here and then shot me, all just to get information on where you are. Look, I don't know who this guy is, but he is majorly pissed."
"How long ago did he leave?" Kendall asked.
"By now, he might already be there. Witnesses say he drove off in a pick-up truck." Kendall heard a groan of pain over the phone. "Sorry. I couldn't stop him." Then the line was disconnected.
As Kendall tried to comprehend what was happening, he heard the sound of a loud engine outside the house. He cautiously looked out one of the windows and saw what was making the noise.
It was a pick-up truck.
