Chapter 1: Fault
The morning sun's rays beamed over Miami. Peeking through what little clouds covered the sky. Cars rushing through the busy streets during peak hour, couples and singles walking their dogs in the park. The morning was beautiful and young… a usual day within Miami. The residents adore the weather and enjoyed the people.
Michael sat outside on a larger table at their usual meeting place; Mojito's and other beverages almost covered the entire table, empty and half full glasses. He wasn't alone; sharing the table with three other anonymous men. One to his left was larger than him, not in height but weight. He wore a tattoo on his neck it was a small Chinese dragon trailing down the right side of his neck. His face always with an aggressive frown. He had no hair, all shaved down to the skin. Wearing a tight black shirt and black jeans. He looked like a leader of a bike gang. The other two to his right were much smaller and slim. They were both clean cuts and neatly dressed, their faces painted with smiles. Michael wore a white tank top, underneath an un-buttoned black shirt, the sleeves were rolled up. Denim jeans and black boots. He crossed his arms and listened to the men as they bickered about a plan they were discussing and trying to sort out. Michael leaned in and sighed deeply, waiting for them all to turn to him and let him speak. He gave them a soft smirk before leaning back again…
"That's not a bad idea…"
The men watched Michael carefully before being thrown off completely, by two hands slammed on the table, shattering the bottles, causing some to fall and clash to the grownd beneath. They stared and glared for a moment, eyebrows raised…
"Michael!"
Fi yelled and glared at Michael, her eyes soon focused on the other men occupying the same table.. Michael stared at her for a moment before reacting fast…
"Michael?"
He softly replied, with a smile, shaking his head… looking at the others who then stared at him warily, studying him.. Closely. They turned to see Fi who reacted faster than she even thought she could…
"My son…. Have you seen my son, Michael? He's about this tall –
She put her hand down to her waist, measuring how tall her "son" was, she then put on a panic mask, trying desperately to convince them… it was her son she was looking for, she soon started to wheeze and breathe heavier, as if she had been running around hysterical looking for him..
"He-He was wearing a white football jersey… short black hair and blue eyes…"
She frantically started to look around at everyone and everything around the area… Her heart shook violently; what had she done…
"Michael, Michael!"
Frustrated, she placed her hands on her hips.. she let the tears stream down her face, she had to convince them.. quickly and for definite. She turned to the others at the table and asked again. They shook their heads. The skinhead smirked as she mentioned her missing son. Michael looked around and gave her a soft look; He took another glimpse around before locking eyes with Fi.
"No, sorry.. Haven't seen him, sweetheart"
She grunted as Michael replied before rushing off, screaming his name and asking bystanders and customers as they sat at their tables, eating breakfast and enjoying their pleasant morning. She tried her best to avoid coming into contact with any of the staff and regulars of the place as they'd know who she was and risk having the cover blown. Taking small glimpse back at Michael and the men, she could see they were now cautious of Michael's character…
The other two men laughed at the sudden and dramatic interruption. They crossed their arms across their chest and leaned back into their seats, giggling to themselves…
The skinhead chuckled with them and gave a small look to Michael, a look of hesitation before leaning forwards, his eyebrows raised. He wore a bright smile. The smile almost defiant yet.. Treacherous. The man was up to something already.
"I wonder if we can find the kid before she does…"
The skinhead smirked at his little comment, his mind already circulating and wanting to do harm.
Michael cleared his throat and leaned in as well, connecting his hands together. He tried his best to stay in character… this wasn't turning out well. He could see the doubt of the men, they watched him judiciously.. But still spilled their ideas and thoughts. He wasn't sure on how they now felt about him listening in, but he knew enough to stay in the game. He could feel the irritation rise inside as he thought about Fi, she was sloppy… Why did she rush in, and not look at who he was with first? What was so important to have dashed in and scream at him.. Her mind wasn't established at all.
"You're… talking about another snatching?"
Michael quickly replied, taking a glimpse of the skinhead before he moved backwards and rested against his chair for a moment, his hands still rested on the table. He was in deep thought, watching his two men before turning to Michael. He was still a little unsettled by Fi's performance.
"Yeah, Kaine….. We're thinking of it, you in?"
Michael nodded, he knew what he was dealing with; but didn't like it one bit. He knew these men weren't just kidnappers… they were much worst, and he was there to take them down. But first he had to give Fi the heads up… She almost blew his cover and caused a chaos. It won't happen again… But he thought Sam would have given her the rundown, maybe she hadn't been in contact with him since she decided to have a blow at Michael first.. Either way, she needed to be confronted about it all… but it was something he didn't want her knowing about, the job was a touchy subject, for anyone.
Author's Note:
New fic guys, had to do it… brain wouldn't let the story out! Let me know if this is worth continuing and whether or not I should go forth, instead of continuing with "Carry Me".. I will update on that, don't worry! Not leaving that one to get dusty. I just thought a new fic would be good to keep my writing going etc. Thank you all! Love each and every one of you! You're all amazing and you all keep me on my feet with your feedback and support!