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Carlos was late…

I have been waiting in my room for a while. I made use of my time by calling Jett and Dak; told them about the delivery. They were going to bust us; but they won't shoot anybody.

Carlos had to stay safe…

I was pacing the life out of the carpet, I knew it. But I couldn't shake the feeling that something bad was going to happen. Or that it had already happened and we were just about to face the circumstances.

A few minutes later; Carlos finally arrived. I let myself sigh in relief.

"Okay, what the hell is going on?" He asked frantically as I shut the door after him.

"Carlos, relax."

He started pacing the room, much like I was doing just a couple of minutes ago; "Relax? What do you mean relax?" He half laughed, half whimpered; "I'm relaxed."

I stared at him, fighting a laugh; "Carlos, take a deep breath." He took a deep breath; "Great. Now another one." He followed my instructions until he was calm; "Good."

"What's going on?"

I sighed, gestured to the couch; he nodded and followed me there. We sat down; "You know how Chase made most of the Valkyr deliveries?" I waited for him to nod then I continued; "Well, Chase is dead. He wants me to make the delivery."

"You?" Carlos asked, his eyes widening. "No! This is not good!" He almost got up again but I grabbed his arm and pushed him down again. "He figured it out. Why else would he send you in?"

I shook my head; "I don't know. But I do know he trusts me; maybe that's why he's sending me in. He's sending you and Wayne too."

"Or maybe because he wants us to kill you."

I nodded; "It's a possibility I should keep in mind…."

"But, Logan, if that's the case; we're fucked."

"I'm fucked, you're not."

Carlos got up again; I didn't bother to stop him. His face was red with fear and anger; "You're NOT supposed to." He paced the room again; "What are we going to do?"

I got up and stopped his pacing, holding him at my arms length; "Carlos, we'll be fine. The cops will be there, they'll arrest the druggies. Wayne too. We'll make up a story and come back. It'll be fine."

At least I hopped so…..


"So. What do we do now?" the brunette asked the blonde behind the steering wheel.

The blonde shook his head. "We wait, Dak. You're the one who insisted we should be here early!" He smacked Dak across the head; "So don't go complaining about it!"

Dak rubbed his head; "What the hell, Jett? Sorry, but we have Logan's and that Latino kid's lives in our hands! And knowing you, we would have prob-"

"What the hell is that?" Jett exclaimed, his eyes widening, cutting Dak off.

Dak looked the way Jett was pointing; "What? Where?" He continued searching with his eyes for the reason of his friend's panic.

Holy Shit!


Logan, Carlos and Wayne were loading the 2012 Jeep Wrangler with the Valkyr.

Three cases full of poison to be delivered. Three cases full of money to be received.

Logan got in behind the steering wheel, Carlos rode shotgun with Wayne in the back. Carlos kept looking back at Wayne in the rearview mirror. But what weirded him out the most was that whenever he looked at Wayne, Wayne was always staring. Glaring. Accusing.

Carlos was afraid.

He casted a glance at Logan. He looked kind of relaxed, but Carlos knew better. He saw Logan glancing a few times in the mirror himself. He saw his hands tightening around the steering wheel. He saw him fidgeting in his seat.

He was panicking as much as Carlos was.

"So, this is your first time leading a delivery, Mitchell?" Wayne asked from the backseat.

Logan glanced at him again in the rearview mirror; "Yes, Wayne." He turned his eyes back on the road as he continued; "Any advice you'd like to share?"

They both heard Wayne scoff; "Well, you seem to know what you're doing. Especially after the massacre in poor Chase's apartment."

Logan shrugged; "He had it coming."

Carlos knew Logan was fighting the urge to stop the car and beat the crap put of Wayne for bringing up Collins and Kendall's murder.

Pity Logan. A guy can only lose so much before he snaps.

Now don't get him wrong; Carlos knew Logan wasn't crazy. But he knew he lost so much that he wasn't exactly stable either.

"But did you really had to crush his skull and slit his throat?" Wayne asked, looking out the window.

"No. But that's how the cop died."

Carlos watched closely for Wayne's reaction; seeing Wayne snap his head towards them, staring at the back of Logan's seat in wonder. Like he was confused and…. Unbelieving?

He saw Wayne shake his head. He wanted to know more of what he was thinking, but he was out of time. Logan was pulling over near an apartment block. They all got off the car and got the Valkyr cases.

There goes nothing…

Logan put on a cool demeanor as he lead Carlos and Wayne into the underground parking lot of the apartment block. He saw Carlos sweating, holding a Valkyr case in his left hand, running the right over his gun every few seconds. Wayne was shifting left and right.

As if he was waiting on something.

"Are you Roberts's men?" A voice rang out in the empty parking lot, as four men got out of a car, approaching Logan, Carlos and Wayne.

Logan scoffed; "Are you the pathetic excuses of druggies?"

Carlos's eyes widened; at Logan's boldness when coming at some druggies and at Wayne's own wide eyes. He didn't understand what everything Logan did surprised Wayne so much.

One of the other four men reached for a pocket knife, attached to his belt. Carlos, almost immediately, bolted forward to stop him, but Logan stopped him with a nod and pulled at his leather casually, flashing the guy his Beretta m9a1. The guy hesitantly eased his hand away from the pocket knife.

"Good," Logan smiled challenging at the guy, "Now, where's your money?"

Two guys moved towards the car and moved towards the car. They got three bags full of money and threw the bags in front of Logan.

"Wayne." Logan called him and nodded towards the bags. Wayne nodded and made his way towards the bags. He unzipped each back and checked the money. He rezipped the bags again and picked two up. Carlos moved towards the third bag and lifted it on his shoulder then got back behind Logan.

"Our drugs?" One of the guys asked, eagerly eyeing the cases.

Logan nodded for Wayne and Carlos. All three of them rested the Valkyr cases on the ground and shoved them towards the four men. One of the men walked towards the cases he was about to open them when another voice rang out.

"Logan! What the hell are you doing?"

Logan's eyes widened as he turned to look at James, who appeared from behind one of the parked cars.

Crap. Crap. Crap. Crap. Crap.

"FREEZE!" Logan's face visibly relaxed into a smirk when he recognized the voice. "Drop your weapons! Hands behind your heads!"

The four men dropped their pocket knives and one old Colt Revolver as Dak and Jett lead 10 LAPD cops into the scene. Carlos, Wayne dropped their guns as well.

Why the hell is Wayne smiling?

James's face had panic written all over it. Logan ignored him for now as Wayne was causing a scene because him and Carlos weren't arrested and Carlos's gun was returned to him.

Wayne was struggling against three cops; "…not possible! I reported this drug exchange from the beginning!"

"Dak, hold him." Logan ordered as he approached Dak, who was trying to calm Wayne down. "Wayne, I'm a cop. Carlos is helping me." He held Wayne's arms, comforting him. "You reported this, but for your own safety, you can't be let go of. You're a valuable witness now, they won't hurt you."

Wayne was still afraid, hesitant to believe Logan, but his face still relaxed slightly; "Yo-you're a cop?"

"I'm a DEA agent. I promise, no one will hurt you."

Wayne was calmer now, the cops let go of him. "I'm sorry. It's just; my father forced me into the business after he fatally injured his leg. I-I was afraid you'd kill me like you killed Chase."

Logan smiled, a soft lopsided smile; "Well, Chase killed my brother. I'm sure you'd have done the same, had you been in my place."

Wayne nodded again. He was lead away by Dak and two LAPD cops.

"He reported the LAPD, we found them lurking around earlier." Jett explained; "We didn't want them to ruin the bust, so we cooperated."

Logan nodded; "Roberts doesn't do big deliveries. They're not a gang or dealers or anything. They're just druggies with a couple of pocket knives and an old Colt Revolver."

"The Colt was unarmed."

Logan stopped and turned to Jett; "Really?" Jett nodded and Logan smirked; "Idiot."

Logan left Jett ordering the cops around; he was joined by Carlos as he approached James. James was pacing the paring lot, looking around him in hysteria. When he finally noticed Logan; he lunged at him pushing him up against one of the parked cars.

"A DRUG DEALER!" James shouted at him as he throw a punch, he was about to throw another when Carlos held his hand back and pulled him away from Logan; "You're using my father's money in drug dealing, fuckers!"

"You really didn't notice that we weren't arrested?" Logan asked, leaning against the car as he rubbed his jaw.

There was a pause.

A long pause.

An extremely long pause.

"HOLY SHIT!"


Bet you weren't expecting it to be James...

-J