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Mello

I could tell Matt was faking being tired but I let him get away with it, throwing a small blanket over him. Normally I would've been angry but I didn't need him right now,I'd gotten some information and I wanted to think it over.

Tiredly I rubbed my eyes, it had been three days since I'd last slept, insomnia is a bitch. With a small groan I stretched over the back of my chair, my back giving several satisfying cracks. Rod hadn't given me much on the identities I'd had him check up on, just that they were low level soldiers but not from any of our branches. Of course that had automatically sent warning bells off in Rod's thick skull, even he knew that something was going on if there were men around here who weren't operating for us.

After I had joined the mafia I had shut down every small group in the area to allow my branch to take over more territory. We only had the drugs, weapons and prostitute trading because I had set it up for them. Matt made a small noise in his sleep and turned over, snapping me back into reality. I watched him for a moment to make sure he wasn't waking up, only calming when his breathing stayed steady and he settled in his new position.

Sighing I grabbed my leather gloves, pulling them on and grabbing my gun. I wanted to go back to the hideout and see if I had missed anything in my rush to get Matt out. Just to be sure he'd stay asleep while I was out I popped a small tablet into his mouth and watched it dissolve on his tongue. That would put him out for at least eight hours, giving me plenty of time.

The drive to the hideout helped clear my mind and wake me up some. I easily found the hatch and tugged it open after a quick check for wires. Nothing had changed except for the bodies I'd left behind. They had been removed, dried pools of blood the only proof they had ever been there.

I paused outside of the door that led into the room where I'd found Matt, it had been fixed and replaced. I stood to the side, pulling the door open and holding my breath, almost expecting to have guns shoved in my face as soon as it opened. But there was nothing. This place was as silent as the grave.

Slowly I slipped inside and looked around, taking note of how things were positioned. I took a small kit out and dusted for fingerprints, planning to run them through the police database which I of course would have to hack through. You never knew what information a fingerprint could give you, sometimes it could shorten your mission by days.

After I'd collected any prints I could find and safely put them away I explored further into the building, finding a long hallway, a metal door in the wall every few feet. I stood on the tips of my boots trying to see through the plexiglass panel; I scowled, these boots gave me a few inches but I was still short. Nothing could be seen through the panel so I tried to the handle, locked of course. They all were...except for the last door. It was wider than the others and there wasn't a panel that I could try to see through.

Pushing the door open I stepped inside, searching for a light switch. When the lights turned on my stomach churned unpleasantly. Blood covered the floors and a body was laying on an operating table in the middle, face down. I stepped closer, examining the large incision down the body's spine. It was just like the others yet it seemed different somehow. I pulled on the cut skin to get a better look, my brows furrowing when I saw a small metal device attached on the back of his neck. Curiously I pulled it off, almost gagging when I ended up pulling out a metal strip the entire length of his spine. I wrapped it in a cloth laying in the corner and wiped my gloves off, hurrying out and home. Just what the fuck had Matt gotten himself into?