Now the mission had begun. They were driven back to the yacht police-escort style. "Alright, first things first. Let's check out this guy's dossier." Jess entered first with a couple of folders in her hand. Luna made herself comfortable on the bed while Brian put his keys on the end table.

"What do we have?" he walked towards Jess.

"Armando Cuevas, drug lord. Has quite a few connections down here especially." She set aside the opened folder and grabbed the next one.

"Trevor Simmons, illegal weapons trafficking. Some robberies here and there...lots of aggravated assault. And a group called 'East Dameons', subdivision of the 'Lo Dameons'. From what we've got, looks like they're some kind of gang originating from Florida. Doesn't look like we've got much on them though, just certain individuals."

"I guess they're the ones who slipped up." He replied. They skimmed through the documents in each folder.

"Bring me a map, we need to localize them," Brian told her. She pulled out a larger map of Florida and pinned it on the wall, just beside the television.

"Ok so from this information we know Armando is more focused on the ports. So he'll be near Homestead, Cutler Bay."

"Miami?" She asked, and he nodded in response. Jess marked these areas with a pencil and labeled them.

"And SeƱor Weapons Trafficker?" she asked. He moved closer to the map.

"My guess is he'll be doing some business in the neighborhoods. Might start some wars and fights that way. I don't think he'll do much in places like Tallahassee or Jacksonville."

"What about ports on the coast? Could get some customers that way too." She pointed out.

"I don't know, probably. But it's a start. We can build up more possible locations as we go along. We should work on Armando first. He probably knows someone or has a connection to the Dameons. Plus he's local so hopefully you won't whine too much when we drive there." He joked, organizing all the files neatly on the desk in front of the map they had been observing.

"I'm a girl, we love to whine," she punched him in the stomach and tried to knee him.

"Oh, yeah? About what?" he snickered. "About this?" He asked, forcing her head to move towards his armpit.

"Aw dude gross!" Jess exclaimed. She used her legs to bring him crashing to the ground. While Jess tried to defend herself from being tickled, Luna had decided that she was being denied attention for too long, and leaped off the bed to join them.

"Luna, help me!" Jess laughed, but she had already picked sides against her master. "Get her, Luna. Get her!" Brian assisted Luna in swarming Jess.

"No! Brian! Okay, okay truce! Come on, temporary truce!" She begged. Brian stopped tickling her and restrained Luna.

"How temporary?" He smiled. How long was it since they last messed around with each other like this? They were so busy being dedicated to their jobs that every once in a while they forgot they were supposed to be best friends, not just coworkers.

"Three seconds!" Jess used this opportunity to recover from the attack and bring an unaware Brian down to the ground. Luna escaped from his grasp and began attacking Brian.

"You suck you know that?" Brian responded, trying to fight both off at the same time. Every time he pushed Luna away to focus his energy on Jess, the dog came back, biting his arms and clawing him with a playful but rowdy force.

"Alright, time to bring out the tank force," he said.

"Wow I'm pissing myself in fear," Jess added some sarcasm.

Suddenly, with the strength men naturally possess, Brian used his arms to lift her legs off of his chest, bringing her down to the ground once more. Then, he stood over her, picked her up while she struggled to fight back, and dropped her face down on the bed.

"Wait! Brian!" She desperately tried to stop him. But he had indeed brought out the tank by forcing all of his weight on her smaller body. She tried to say something, but was cut off by Brian.

"What's that? I can't understand you, Jess. Please speak more clearly," he taunted her while Luna jumped right beside him.

"You're such an ass," Jess repeated through a crushed voice. She grunted while trying to free herself from his weight, but couldn't. Finally Brian got off of her and roughly patted Jess on the head. As she replied with an "Ow," he said, "That's why you don't mess with the best."

He walked away from the bed to leave his shoes by the window when Jess said "But the best isn't here," while getting up. Brian did a 180 degree turn and tackled her back onto the bed. Luna had decided that she had had enough of their horseplay and jumped off the bed to eat from her bowl on the floor.

"Bitch get off!" Jess demanded. Once again, this time sideways to be less harsh on her body, he spread his weight over her.

"Make me." He smiled.

"I'm gonna punch you," she warned. He laughed.

"And look how that turned out."

"Shut up," she laughed with him. He got up and took off his shirt.

"I'm gonna shower. Don't miss me too much," he walked into the bathroom.

"Oh I'll try," she replied with sarcasm. While she heard the water turn on in the bathroom, she walked over to the laptop lying on one of the end tables and began a meticulous search of anything she could find about Armando Cuevas.

As usual, the Miami PD had given them a criminal who knew how to hide his tracks fairly well, keeping in mind that he wasn't a complete genius at it, as Jess soon found out. Nevertheless, he was better at it than a percentage of criminals out there. But dirty business is always bound to leave something behind. Some links she found were rewards offered by the police in exchange for his arrest, but these were oddly recent. There should be no need to keep posting wanted ads for this guy, since Jess and Brian were already hired to do the job, but she pushed the thought away and continued her work. She also found that some sources had accused Armando of trafficking women and forcing them into prostitution. While there were few accounts of this and no evidence found to prove it, Jess decided it was still something to look out for when trying to locate and take down Armando.

Brian came out of the shower shortly before Jess had finished her research for the night. "What's all this?" he walked over to the stack of freshly printed paper beside the computer.

"Been trying to home in on our target's location. I dug deep into more background info on him. Some believe guns aren't his only business." Jess responded. He quickly skimmed the papers when some highlighted words caught his attention.

"He's trafficking women?"

"So they say," she said as the hum of another paper being printed ended the sentence.

"Take a look for yourself. Based on the activity history, my guess is he's around this area," she pulled up a map of Florida on the computer screen and pointed out a small section. She got up from the chair she was sitting on and allowed him to take a closer look.

"See if you can find anything else," she suggested. His thoughts were soon drowned out by the sound of the shower turning on. While Brian did browse on the Internet for a while, he couldn't find much trustworthy information about Armando Cuevas. Without even realizing it, his mind wandered off into the search engine. He found himself typing the words 'Dominic Toretto'. He had to admit, it was a bit odd that his self consciousness wanted to know what was going on with his old friend after so many years. Even still, he did not stop himself.