Infiltration Chapter 10
Author's Note: We're reaching the climax of this story now, two more chapters to go! More reviews, please!
Unknown Location, Craven Cottage
Paul Taylor had his reasons to choose the area around Craven Cottage as the place to meet Alex Drake.
He was a diehard Fulham fan, who lived near the area during his childhood. A good place to hide and run if you get caught.
Alex was apparently alone, while Gene Hunt and his band of armed bastards were apparently preparing to defend the damsel in distress Yvonne from the Grozzos.
"DI Drake, where's DCI Hunt?"
"He's a little bit busy now, DI Taylor, did you know what the Grozzos did yesterday?"
"Yes, but by the time I could tell you, Fenchurch East would have been stomped very hard." Paul Taylor mused.
"The Grozzos are having their conference at this warehouse, sits well in your area it seems." Alex looked at the location, it was a few stones away from Fenchurch East CID.
"The Grozzos have asked me to get their money out of the banks, to finance the deals they're making." Paul Taylor continued while keeping a watchful eye.
"So I will be meeting you there when we arrest them."
"I should be around, time is 6 in the evening,when the sun's going down. I have another thing to show you, DI Drake."
"Apparently there are 3 moles in Fenchurch East area."
"3?" Alex was shocked, three moles in Fenchurch East CID and yet they only caught one.
"Peter Lowe, Stephen Lombardi, the two of them are the moles you've caught and killed." Alex was surprised that Peter was indeed a mole, she always thought Peter was a git who just happily worked for Stephen.
"There's another one here, but she's not in CID."
Just as Alex was about to heave a sigh of relief that CID is safe, she said "I'm sorry?" immediately when he heard the word "she"
"It's a she, DI Drake, here's the name you need."
"Oh my god." DI Drake exclaimed, the photo of the 3rd mole happens to be Yvonne's.
"This lady is the daughter of one of the Grozzos, and apparently she's quite a hot chick." Paul Taylor mused at the picture.
"Bang!" Paul Taylor fell immediately.
"Oh no." Alex immediately saw the assassin and immediately began to chase.
The chase took Alex a few streets, she was exhausted yet she needed to know whether it was Yvonne who shot Paul Taylor.
"Bang!" The assassin fell, Alex Drake managed to get the assassin down, she took out the assassin's mask.
It wasn't Yvonne's face, but one of the waitress at Yvonne's.
"Shit!" Alex ran back to her car, she needed to get to Yvonne's fast before it is too late.
The fact was it was late for Alex to actually reach Gene, apparently Gene after having a troubled, heated meeting with the DCIs, decided to go to Yvonne's early.
"Raymondo, do you have that grenade toy that mole had?"
"Yah it's still with me. Guv, you need it?"
"Yes, and I want you guys armed heavily, it's going to be a mess at Yvonne's if they resist arrest!" Off goes DCI Gene Hunt followed by two rows of the CID armed forces brigade.
"Shaz, tell DI Drake that I will be at Yvonne's, and that she's in charge of this office once she gets back!"
"Yes, Guv." Shaz sensed a feeling of premonition, as she sees Chris leave the office with some heroic bravado that never seemed right.
"Yvonne?"
"Yvonne?"
"Where's that poshy little bird?"
Gene could feel an ominous sense of doom, the trattoria was closed, no lights on. The look of the trattoria was now a light blue shade easily reflected by a Phil Collins ballad about the air.
"I'm here!" Cried out Yvonne, as Gene and his crew go deeper into the Trattoria….
"Here to see your death…" Yvonne hissed, and a whole bunch of mafia gangsters emerged behind her back, machine guns pointing directly towards Gene and company.
"Looks like we've got into an ambush, Guv." Chris was stating the obvious as the CID gang pulled in their pistols.
"It seems that my DI is right again! Yvonne, you are one of those bloody Grozzos?"
"Ha!" Yvonne laughed, as she sipped a glass of champagne.
"You know DCI Hunt, you're very clever but yet you're so stupid, of course I am a Grozzo, and yes I was playing a good show with my fellow gangsters. I do deserve an award, do I?"
"Yeah an award for being the worst bitch I've ever seen in my life." Ray shouted.
"You set us up." Gene's face was steel cold, apparently he was thinking of a plan for action.
"Yes, my uncle's idea, thinks you are just a bastard who likes to shag women in your free time, asks me to trick you to hell!" Yvonne closed her legs, any sexual move by her would not mesmerize any of the police officers here anymore.
"That poofy little Fabian Grozzo, I remember him from 1979, didn't know he was that poofy to get a girl to deal with me!" Gene shouted as he got that grenade toy at his side pocket.
"You know I once said I would not die in a trattoria, let me rephrase that, I would rather die in Luigi's than die in a bloody bitch's trattoria!" With that, Gene threw the fake grenade. Everyone ducked for cover except the police.
"Fire!" Chris shouted as the whole police began shooting down the mafia, it was now a battle for life.
"Where's the Guv?" Alex stormed back into the office, there were only a few other CID officers in the office.
"He's in Yvonne's, Ma'am!"
"Shit! All of you now get to Yvonne's, the Guv's in danger! NOW!" Alex screamed as she got the reinforcements rushing out to save the Gene Genie.
"What the bloody hell!" Gene ranted, apparently despite the surprise attack they've achieved. The firepower of the mafia beat the police by at least three times.
"Guv!" Ray called out as he ducked behind one of the tables. It was increasingly clear that the mafia were sandwiching the CID officers.
"We need reinforcements! Radio!" Chris cried as he got the radio.
"Shit, no reception." Ray fired a few more bullets into the mafia men, though apparently most of the bullets were missed.
The sound of gunfire was deafening, and some of the uniform officers patrolling also called for back-up while they joined in the gunfight. But the mafia outnumbered the police, it was turning out to be a losing war for the Gene Genie.
It didn't help that the kitchen had more mafia men emerging out of the doors. It seems like the mafia had more people than any other CID division in London added up together.
"Ray, if I don't get out alive…" Chris was still frantically shooting, though he was getting worried over possible death.
"Christopher! If I hear anything of not getting out alive, I will shoot you for demoralising us here before I shoot those Italian twats!" Gene was impatient, and he knew that if the CID gang continued to hide under the pile of tables and chairs, they would not be able to get out, and their cover was breaking.
"Right!" Gene jumped out of his cover and brought his two pistols firing, with unimaginable accuracy he shot almost every gangster at the bar.
"Go lads go!" As Gene continued to fire the rest of the mob, the CID gang successfully made their daring path to the bar, a better cover than those tables and chairs.
"Raymondo, Where's the telephone, call DI Drake for bloody back-up!" DCI Hunt yelled, now under the safety of the bar cover. While his other wounded CID comrades continued the gunfight.
Just as Ray Carling was about to get his hands on the telephone, the mob fired more bullets than ever on the telephone, rendering the telephone useless for back-up.
"Shite!" Ray shouted, as Gene looked on, it appears that his hand was shot.
"Hang in there, Ray!" Chris called, as Ray grimaced with blood all over his hands.
Gene remembered that there was definitely a backdoor exit through the kitchen doors.
"Lads! Get those bastards off the kitchen cleared, and then we move to paradise!" Gene yelled once again, only to hear replies that they've got no ammo.
"Use the glasses out there and throw it!" Just as Gene commanded another attack on the mob. The mob had better plans, they shot down all the glass, leaving all the shrapnel raining down on the CID.
"Bastards! Lads, fire any final ammo, you can get on the kitchen! This is the final stand we're taking!"
"One! Two! Three!" Chris silently signalled as Ray beared the pain to fire a few more shots. Many of the gangsters were now hit after the final attack, though there were still plenty of rogues elsewhere shooting at the CID officers.
"You two escort Ray Carling out of the kitchen!" Gene commanded two of the officers to get Ray out of the battlefield.
Ray was finally out of the battlefield, with no more gangsters in the kitchen, the two officers met no hostilities ever, instead the ambulance was there.
"Oh God…" Ray collapsed, as the paramedics immediately rushed towards him.
"You two go back and tell Guv, escape…" As Ray got into a near-comatose stage. The two officers nodded and rushed back at once, this time with more officers brought in by Alex.
"You'll be fine, Ray!" Alex was now at the scene, she was about to bring the other officers into the Trattoria.
"DI Drake…"
"That way…Mafia…by the back…"
"Right lads, let's go!" DI Drake signalled with the reinforcements sweeping down to the backdoor of the trattoria.
"Do we call for them to surrender, Ma'am?" One officer asked as DI Drake looked at the windows to see a few more gangsters shooting. Yvonne was nowhere in sight, must have escaped the bloodbath.
"Ma'am, do you want us to call for a surrender!" The officer shouted as the gunfire sounds remained deafening.
"No, officer, bring them down." Alex chillingly declared as she fired at the windows, just like what Gene did in Chas Cale's restaurant. Soon the officers stormed in, shooting down all the other mafia men. The mafia men were now like ants smashed by the boots of the Law.
With the reinforcements coming down, Gene and some of the CID stopped firing.
Gene began to survey his other CID comrades, most of them were wounded, miraculously only Ray was injured by the bullet, the rest were injured by the glass rain.
"Guv!"
"What the hell took you so long, Bolly, I thought you weren't coming!" Gene didn't bark this time, his hoarse voice showed how tired he was.
"That Yvonne…"
"She's a bloody Grozzo, where's she?"
"Escaped."
"Hell!" As Gene and the other nearly fallen comrades got their heads out of the bar. They were as shocked as they ever could.
The whole trattoria was beyond repair, all the mafia gangsters were killed, the tables and chairs were all filled with bullet holes. The whole trattoria just looked rotten.
"How's Raymondo?" Gene made his way out of the trattoria.
"He'll be fine, Guv."
"Good.." Out of a sudden Gene's legs gave way, and he collapsed.
"Guv!" The officers yelled in unison.
"Nothing, I'm fine! I just need a bloody drink Bolls, a bloody drink!"
"We still have another operation to do."
"Sod it, Bolls, we could get the rest of the other CIDs to do it."
"No, Guv, you can't." Everyone of the CID officers looked at Alex, absolutely stunned.
"Why not, I mean….?" Chris was going to go crazy, he has heard too many gunshots today. Way too many.
"It's in Fenchurch East, our patch." Alex stated, while the rest of the CID officers got their hands on their heads, this was the most exhausting day they ever had.
"Well, Bolls, at least I could have a drink at Luigi's before we get there." Gene was grumbling like most of the other CID officers.
"Yes, Guv, but you need to be prepared within an hour, they're meeting at six."
"Yes, DI Drake, thanks for breaking that good news, it seems now we have to head back to CID and rack our brains to finish this bollocks!"
Genewent to his beloved red Quattro.
"Let me drive, Guv." Alex decided to take the driver's seat.
"No, Bolls, I don't want a bird driving my bloody car and putting rubbish in it!" Alex smiled, at least the Manc Lion's humour remained intact after all that gunfire.
"Let's close this case, Bolly. For Fenchurch East CID, and for Super Collins, let's close it."