Impossible Odds
*my notes* I do not own or have any connection to Burn Notice or the USA Network. Burn Notice was created by Matt Nix, and we as the fans get to enjoy the ride!
When things aren't always going your way, I tend to take a deep breath and asses the situation. Whats my goal, how do I achieve those goal, and how can I do that without making 20 new enemies.
Hey Mike, how bout that Dolphins game last night eh!!
I didn't get a chance to see it Sam, I was busy doing situps and pullups. Not to mention no TV in the loft, like you already didn't know.
Ha yeah well, you gotta get out more Mikey, live a little, learn to have some fun, and take Fiona to exciting places!
Yeah Fi and I aren't dating remember? Besides, evertime I do something remotely nice or dangerous she gets hornier than a 19 year old freshman in college.
Yeah that chick is one fire cracker Mike!
A knowing smile came across Michaels face. He knew Sam was right, but would never admit it. Deep down he knew he loved Fi, but also knew things would always be too complicated for things to ever truely worked out...at least thats what he always told himself.
Hey Mike your phones ringing
Yeah its my mom.....good ole mom, always calling, wanting something..claiming some big emergency only to find out her coffee maker is broken or she didn't get her Miami Herald. Yeah she can leave a message and I'll maybe get back to her a little later.
Well buddy careful does it, your mother is a fire cracker as well...but one hell of a good cook.
Yeah Shotgun and all right next to the stove Sam, Michael said sarcasticly.
Later in the day at the loft, a knock on the door gets Michaels attention. Fiona, Sam and mom would just barge in, which Michael always hated, knowing there are a fair amount of people who want him dead, and just bursting through the door usually causes you to grip you Sig p226 and glare at the door ready for a Czech Operative to burst in guns blazing.
Slowly Michael walked to the door listening for the other side...he could hear a large vehicle pulling away from the distance, so he threw the door open and looked around to see a box laying in front of his door
To: Michael
From" Carla
Normally I would think bomb and get the hell out of dodge, but knowing Carla still has uses for me pretty much gives me hope that my face won't end up as beach front property.
Mike grabs the box and brings it inside and tears it open, to find instructions and a take recorder.
Hello Michael...I'm glad you got my "special package". We have a job for you...and no you still don't get to know who "we" are. We need you to get a man of ours out of the Dade County Detention Facility....seems as if he got a little too careless and got arrestted for terrorist activities. Now normally we could flash our credentials and get him out, but we like to keep ourselves on the down low here in Miami. Its your job to get him out. His name is Vincent Marbosi. You have one week, or i'll have to pay your dear mother of yours a visit. Don't disapoint me Michael.
Great, Michael muttered to himself. He grabs the instructions and looks them over memorizing every detail he can, including a picture.
Vincent Marbosi
Italian complection
6-5
265
black hair, brown eyes
nice looking scar above his left eye
and a crazed look of someone who wants to kill everyone.
hmm maybe Fi would like him.