CHAPTER 2
Mike and Sam are sitting in the Charger, it's early afternoon. Same is pointing to the office where the doctor Williams performs his illegal implant removal.
"Ok, so we're going to go in their pose as Escobar's competitors? Get the doc to help us instead, this alerts the police to Escobar's ring and bam, Chuck Finley is safe." Sam asks with excitement.
"Not exactly Sam. See You're going to pose as Chuck, I'm going to pose as a dealer, smuggler. Seem bigger then Escobar, might even pose as smuggling women in from Europe. You're the dirty cop snooping around, trying to infiltrate Escobar's business. You heard he was looking for you. This gets the heat off of the innocent Chuck Finley. The doc chooses me to work with him and Escobar gets sent to Europe. Work on my cover, Sam. I've got to go help finish my mom's roof.
The scene pans in as Mike is learning his new identity. He is sitting inside the Charger, he places his hand to his ear. "Go ahead Sam."
"Ok Mikey, Chuck Finley is going to get a little nosey." Sam walks into the waiting room. Nothing unusual, some rubber plants and a few fake small trees clutter the corners. A TV vaulted near the top of the wall sets in the far corner. The room is empty of people except the nurse behind the counter. She notices Sam and a brief panic, as she realizes a cop is standing in the waiting room.
"Whoa, there ma'am, just here to talk to the doc. I got a few propositions for him" She nods and heads to get the doctor. A few minutes later she returns with the doctor.
"Dr. Williams, how can I help you? Officer…?"
"Finley, listen I'm gonna cut the crap. Some low life drug dealer named Santoras tried to screw me out of some money and I heard his associates where smuggling with you."
"Now officer, I can assure you this is incorrect. I'm a trained surgeon, I specialize in breast implants and face lifts."
"Whatever doc, I got enough on you to throw you in. I have two young ladies who if they don't cooperate with me, I'll deport them, so they ratted you out doc. Look all I'm asking is a cut in on the action. I can ensure you some insurance. I've got friends you know. But; they're selfish. See my let's say associate does a similar job this Escobar does, except he gets the good stuff from Europe. Heroin, right out of the Middle East, these young blonde chicks will do about anything to come to the US. You let my associate bring his clients in and we'll cut you 15%."
"Interesting proposal. But I still have no idea what you are referring too." Sam notices out of the corner of his eye, the young girl at the desk revealing a hand gun. Sam quickly grabs the doc in a rear naked choke, holding a gun to his throat. The woman sighs, knowing this could be a stalemate.
"Put your gun down Stacey. Listen Mr. Finley. There's some guy who came by my office earlier this month with his girlfriend wanting implants, his name was Finley too. I think he said he was a baseball player. Coincidence?"
"Look I know of the guy, but your buddy Escobar is looking for me not that guy. Now doc, my associate will be in later, here's his card, tell your secretary to drop the gun and we'll walk away like this didn't happen." The doc nods as the secretary lowers the gun. Sam loosens his grip and lays the card on the counter.
"Doc this is a rough start to our friendship. But tell Escobar to butt out you got a new clientele."