Burn Notice:
'Tis the Treason
Based on the TV series Burn Notice created by Matt Nix
When a spy gets fired, they don't get a pink slip. They cut him off. They burn him. When you're burned, you've got nothing: no cash, no credit, no job history. You're stuck in whatever city they decide to dump you in. You do whatever work comes your way. You rely on anyone who's still talking to you: a trigger-happy ex-girlfriend, an old friend who used to inform on you to the FBI...family too - if you're desperate. Bottom line: As long as you're burned, you're not going anywhere.
Chapter 1
Disarming a bomb is a lot more difficult than cutting the colored wires.
Cut the wrong one, and you're as good as dead. However if you're careful, it can be done. But most bombs have timers, sometimes it's a minute, sometimes it's a second. Pretty much; there's no such thing as bomb without a timer. The first wire to cut is the one which disables said timer, the problem? Finding out which one to cut. I've seen guys just cut a random wire and hope they didn't screw up, those guys aren't alive anymore. So therefore you have to do a lot more than guess. If you pay attention, you can follow the wires to where they lead. The one that stops the timer typically is attached to the timer. Stopping the timer does two things: It relieves the stress; it also forces the bomb to be disarmed manually.
"They're coming Fi." I told her.
"I need a few more minutes." She said.
"We don't have a few more minutes." I reminded her.
"Can't you hold them off?" She asked impatiently.
"I've got one clip left, and we're looking at twenty to thirty men."
"Where are Sam and Jesse?" She asked.
"Investigating the Bullock case."
"If they just shoot him it would go a lot quicker."
"We can't do that."
"He's a traitor, why can't we?"
Just then the whole gang ran up to us.
Now when pretending to be a drug dealing gangster, you have to have the act down pat, from the Bob Marley hat to sunken in eyes. If you don't look stoned, you're not believable. There's an art to looking high without actually being it, spies have that art, and it's not used often. But when you need it, it's best to be ready.
"Alfonso!" The gang leader yelled. "What are you doing?"
"You cut off my shipment, Larry. Now I'm gonna cut off you're bomb.
You're not covering up this time." I told him, pretending to be Alfonso.
"You can have the shipment man. All of it!" He pleaded.
"It's a real shame, Larry; I really hoped we could be friends."
"I'm sorry bro, we can fix this!"
"Done." Fiona said "The bomb's disarmed."
"See what happens when you piss off the wrong people, Larry?" I asked, in character.
Sirens started to go off, the cops were coming.
"It's over, Larry. Now the boys in blue are going to find the walls splattered with you and your buddy's blood, while I ride off in the sunset." I told him.
"C'mon Alfonso! Please! You can have your cut, you can have it all. Please man… Please." He begged, now on his knees.
"I tell you what." I said bending down to get face to face with him "You stay here, get arrested, and show the cops the shipment. And let me escape, I'll let you live."
"Deal, just don't kill me."
"See ya later, Larry. Don't forget about me when you're behind bars." I said as Fi and I walked.
"That was successful." Fiona said.
"Let's just hope, Sam and Jesse have the same luck."
Chapter 2
Betrayal within a company or major organization is typically done for one of two reasons: Fear, and selfishness. While the latter of the two is the most common, occasionally you'll find a man who's been threatened into betraying the people who trust him. Harvey Bullock was one of those people.
"How'd the bust go?" Sam asked.
"We had Larry on the ground crying by the end of it." I told him.
Jesse walked in laughing.
"I'm surprised he was sober enough to even recognize you. That guy always seems to be on something." He said.
"How are things here?" Fiona asked.
"Bullock claims he was threatened into to betraying the company." Sam told us.
"What do you think?" I asked him.
"He leaked some pretty big info out on them, allowing the rival company to come in and kill the CEO. The chances of him being threatened are pretty high."
"What did he give away?" Fi asked.
"False evidence that shows illegal shipments of some stolen merchandise that might not even exist." Jesse told her.
"I'm confused." She said "What do you mean, 'might not exist'?"
"Well, there is footage of a shipment going down we just don't know if it's stolen." He replied.
"Bullock won't tell you?" I asked.
"He says they'll kill him if he does." Sam responded.
"Do we even know who they are?" I asked.
"He won't answer that either."
"This is going to be a fantastic Christmas." Jesse said jokingly.
I walked into the room to see Bullock.
When trying to find out if someone's lying, it's best to do one thing, ask them to repeat what happened backwards. Liars only rehearse their story forwards, not the other way around. If he or she can't tell you the story backwards, they're lying.
"Mr. Bullock." I said.
"Yes." He said weakly.
"I want you to tell me what happened to you." I told him.
"Well you see I…"
"Backwards."
"Well let's see, um, I… Uh, I."
"That's what I thought." I said as I got closer to him. "Tell me the truth!" I demanded.
"You'd like that wouldn't you?" He said, "Well if you want the truth. You got it, the people who threatened me to betray my company has something that I think you and I both want."
"And that would be?" I asked impatiently.
"The list of the people who burned both of us."
Chapter 3
A spy is trained not to be phased by anything said during interrogation, regardless of how shocking it may be. However, there are times when this rule no longer applies.
"What?" I said, completely caught off guard by his statement.
"You heard me Weston. All of 'em, they're on there. And they've got it." Bullock said boldly.
"How can I obtain it?" I asked.
"A man by the name of William Fisk has it." He responded.
"And where do I find this Mr. Fisk?"
"He works at Macys as a Santa; the list never leaves his pocket. Even if he's in the Santa suit."
"I really hope you're not being serious."
"Oh but I am, he's on shift right now, and will be until seven o'clock."
I looked at my watch it was five o'clock.
"Alright," I said. "You stay here, while we get the list from him."
"It won't be that easy." He told me. "You see he only gets up once, for lunch. And that was at twelve."
"So I get him after his shift."
"You'll attract more attention that way, but there is one spot. You can snipe him from the ledge."
I thought it over, no bloodshed would be nice. It was time for me to decide, how much did I want back in the CIA?
"I can't do that." I said.
"Can't, or won't?" He asked sinisterly as I walked out of the room.
"Same thing." I answered
"How'd it go?" Sam asked.
"He knows who has that list." I told them.
"Can we get it?" Jesse asked.
"Only if you want to kill Santa Claus."
Chapter 4