Prologue
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Johnny trembled on the ground, slipping in and out of consciousness. His entire body ached, worn from what they had done. He didn't even know how long he'd been gone, what day it was? It was supposed to have been an easy get in- get out situation. A future bust that would go wide open. Simple.
So why was he laying on the ground in an alley, a dumpster's stench invading what sense of smell he had? He would have tried to find an answer, something that he could tell Briggs. But he felt himself disappearing further and further into himself, the world falling away. The last thing he remembered was a car skidding to a stop by the alley way, but by then, he was too far gone...
-Earlier, Two weeks ago-
Johnny smiled his signature smile as he walked into the club. The music was fast paced and had many people on the floor dancing, trying to get the attention of the workers there. Normally, Johnny would have been near the bar, chatting up a bartender or some customer. But tonight he had a goal. The Ortega gang had arrived into the LA area, and Johnny was a valid candidate to weed them out for a bust.
He glanced around, trying to find his mark. A man in a bright red hat waved him over. So that was Danny Ortega, the leader. Johnny walked over, smiling. "Holá. Wassup guys?"Johnny greeted, sitting down by Danny. The other man's face twisted into a smirk.
"Hello Johnny."he greeted, as did the other members of the gang. After introductions, they had a few drinks, Johnny even broke down to taking a martini. They flirted with some of the women and played pool, all seeming to go well. When Danny asked Johnny to accompany the gang to their 'clubhouse'. For an 'initiation' he had said.
Thinking it was an opportunity of a lifetime, he accepted and went with them. He went as far as their truck before they blindfolded him and tied his arms behind his back. He struggled, feeling panicked. This wasn't part of the plan. They drove him around for what seemed like hours when they parked, taking him inside some building. He was sat in a chair and the blindfold taken off. "What kind of a prank was that?"he asked, upset that he had been had by the gang.
"What prank Agent Tuturro? We're being serious here."Danny answered. Johnny tensed. He hadn't said anything about being a Fed, or his last name, how did they...?
"Anthony. He's a good friend of ours. Too bad he's in jail... He would have enjoyed payback at his goody goody brother."one of the other members, Jethro, replied, as if reading his mind. Johnny swore trying to talk them down. To know avail however, as the torture began.
It started with beatings, but that in itself escalated to being cut. He was even... Raped, burned, tossed around. The FBI didn't train agents for Graceland, but they did train them for these situations, and there was still nothing he could do but pray. Pray that Briggs and the others at Graceland would find him, help him out. That eventually turned into him praying for a quick death, for it all to end.
Once they had finally finished with him, they stripped him of his clothes and tossed him on the back of the truck. After driving a while, they tossed him into an alley...