We had a close call over the weekend. Outside our motel room, I spotted a suspicious looking vehicle. It was all black but a typical sedan. It should blend in except for the fact it was too perfect. It looked too normal. Like someone was trying to blend in. It sent up a red flag in my mind so I went about watching it from the window of the motel room. I could hear Sarah in the shower but decided not to bother her. There was no visible threat, yet.
Sure enough, after a few moments, I watched two men in suits approach the car in climb inside. They looked like federal agents to me, which meant they weren’t. Whatever we had stumbled on is much higher than the FBI. It’s probably NSA level and maybe even above them. If the FBI were claiming they were looking for us, they were liars.
They talked in their car for a few minutes and kept glancing in the direction of our van. They hadn’t been able to trace it but they obviously had a description. Though, it would still be like finding a needle in a country sized haystack. There is nothing striking about the van on the outside. Anyone looking at it would believe it was merely a van.
But these agents continued to sit there and now their eyes fell upon the motel rooms. I couldn’t tell what they were up to. Maybe they had been staying in the motel the same as us and came across our van by accident. Or maybe it was a tail. There was no way of knowing. But something was definitely off.
I saw the two men nod in agreement and they exited the car. Not wanting to panic, I waited a moment before moving. Unfortunately, they were headed right for our door. The taller of the two men pulled something out of his jacket pocket. It looked like a thin wallet. His badge, no doubt. I didn’t wait any longer to find out.
Busting into the bathroom, I tossed Sarah a shirt and pants, completely ignoring the fact she was standing there in the nude. Luckily, I didn’t have to explain. She threw the clothes on and we grabbed our bags.
Like I had done myself a few months ago, we climbed out a window in the back and made our way down a back alley. There would be no chance of getting back to the van unseen, and not without them chasing us. Instead, we decided to lay low and come back once the coast was clear.
We burned some time walking around a nearby mall and we ducked into a theater, catching a movie. We didn’t have to pay, though. No one was there taking tickets so we just walked right in. It was a nice dark place to lay low and the movie was pretty good. Something about a creepy clown killing kids. Probably not the best thing to watch considering our circumstances.
As we walked back towards the motel, now long after the sun had slipped behind the horizon, I asked “How do we know they didn’t bug the van?”
Sarah shrugged. “We’ll look for anything unusual before we drive away but I guess we won’t know for sure.”
It didn’t make me feel comfortable and I couldn’t believe she was as calm as she was. Something like this was bound to make someone paranoid and stricken with anxiety and yet she displayed such a calm temperament. I admire it.
Nothing stood out to us in the van and we drove off down the road. That was two days ago and I haven’t seen anyone following us. Maybe they didn’t think to bug it. Or perhaps they couldn’t be sure it was ours and left it alone.
Before we left the motel, we gave the room one last check over to make sure nothing was left behind. What we found there was disturbing. No, the room wasn’t disheveled and torn apart like they were looking for something. We didn’t find broken glass and debris everywhere. No, there was merely one thing that shook us to our core. Something that let us know these men meant business. In the center of the bathroom door sat a small hole, about the size of forty-millimeter round, like a peephole. They had not been there to take prisoners. We must be extra careful now.