Another chapter! I'm trying to finish the story now when work is calm, but feeling quite ill I'd rather sleep on my free hours. But here we go, next chapter, and I promise you I'll upload tomorrow as well!

Chapter 13 - Plans to follow

The days passed without too much excitement happening. Stacy was taken out of isolation within a few days by Mara and Gem, and was transferred to another prison without having any more contact with any of the angels again, to Kelly's big relief. They didn't need anyone to blow their covers, and it seemed like Kris and Janet had saved the situation – no one seemed to suspect anything.

Except Mara and Gem. They were both still sure of the fact that Kris was a cop, and Stacy's frantic yelling hadn't put their minds at ease, and they had things planned for the future, in the same time as they tried to find out about her background, to see if her story checked out true. So far, everything they had found was accurate to the background story they had, but Mara was digging deep trying to find holes in the story.

Kelly was trying to find out who was behind everything. They knew what was going on in here, but they couldn't finish until they got the people in charge – and Kelly still got phonecalls from someone she didn't know who it was, telling her how to run the mob organisation. She did as they asked, and so far they had been pleased. But she needed to know who was behind the voice, who was pulling the strings, and she needed to take the person down. Otherwise they would just put someone knew in Kelly's, Mara's and Gem's spot and start all over again.

The question was… How do you get the person in charge of the mafia out of their hiding, and how do you prove that they are actually in charge?

Kelly knew there were no easy answers to the questions, but she had every intention to solve them. And she did have a plan. She wasn't sure if it was the best plan she had ever had, or if it would even work, but it was better than nothing, and she didn't have much of a choice. The mafia people would never come to her through any other way than the phone, she knew that much, and there were no way she could trace the calls or in any other way found out where they were located. She didn't even know if they were in the same country making the calls, but she was sure that they did have someone keeping an eye on her.

And since someone was observing her, she knew that the fastest way to get the people in charge to her, was to stop listening to them… and make a big mess of their plans.

An evening that followed, some of the guards were gathering up in the basement, seven of them sitting down around a table, all of them very quiet, some of them wondering what was going on. Mara wasn't wondering though, she was certain of her thoughts, and she was the one who had called everyone down here tonight.

"Thank you all for coming. I'm going to go straight to the point, but first I need everyone's promise that this will stay between us. If this leaks out, I'll blame it on all of you, so you'll better be quiet."

Everyone nodded their promises before Mara continued.

"Okay. So we have a problem at hand. All of you should know that the mafia is in charge of this place, and their plan is to take over it completely with one of their members as the warden, and then earn a lot of money from this place by using it as headquarters to sell women for slavery in other countries and also as a meeting place for drugs and other type of smuggling. They have been working on this for years now, and have several of us on their side, as long as M'am, whom you all know of."

Everyone nodded again.

"But, I fear we have a slight complication. I'm positive that two of our inmates are cops, or possibly detectives or alike. Kris Smith, and Kamili Diallo. I've been going through loads and loads of paperwork, and after a lot of research, found out that Smith used to work with the FBI, but haven't been working there for almost a year. Before the FBI she's been working as a private detective as well as a cop. So I'm not sure if she's still on that side of the law, but she definitely has been and we need to keep an eye on her."

"What about Diallo?" One of the black haired guards asked.

"Diallo has already been taken care of as most of you know. She's in the infirmary and is not leaving it anytime soon. She's been a bounty hunter, she's been in the military and she workes for Charles Townsend Detective Agency. Her cover story doesn't check up, it did at first but after pulling some strings I came to the conclusion that she's here working at us. And I doubt that she would go in alone, so I'm guessing that Diallo and Smith work together – because Smith used to work for Townsend as well."

"So what do you want us to do with Smith?" Gem asked, a grin spreading across her face.

"We'll take her down to isolation tonight and see what information we can get out of her, and then we'll take it from there. I don't feel safe having her out in the prison, she's gathering too much information and if she manages to pass that on to her boss, we might be doomed."

"But do you think she would be able to turn up any kind of evidence about anything? Isn't it just rumours going on, that wouldn't be any use to anyone in court."

"Soon she'll figure out that we hide everything in isolation, and that the people in charge of the mafia is living just outside the premises. I mean, it won't be long. The talk about Charles Townsend's "angels" as they are called, are that they have never lost a case, they know what they are doing. I don't want to risk them figuring everything out."

All the guards were nodding as they were sitting in silence.

"Okay. So we take Smith down tonight and rough her up a bit more, try to get her to talk. Check in on Diallo and make sure she aint going anywhere." Crystal said. "And maybe move all the stuff we have to another, more secure place than here."

"We can take it to the warehouse my dad owns." Mara nodded.

"Didn't your father die many years ago?" Gem wondered in confusion.

"Yeah, he did, and he left me his warehouse. It's been pretty much empty the last 10 years, but on the paper it's still his. No one would be able to link everything to me, at least not legally." Mara grinned. "So, okay, the plan is to take Smith tonight, talk to her and if she doesn't cooperate I actually have a buyer for her tomorrow night already. We might have to get rid of her."

"Sounds like a good plan to me." Crystal nodded.

"So. Gem, Rita and Koi – you're with me tonight. Chrystal, Wanner and Steph, you move our stuff and get back here. We'll meet up here by 1 am, and we'll decide what to do with Smith."

"What about Diallo?" Janet asked, as she had been sitting in on the meeting. She didn't want to raise any suspicions on herself, but she was concerned about Kamili.

"Oh yeah. Why don't you get over there for a bit now and make sure she's staying put?"

Janet nodded, not showing it on her face but very pleased with the outcome of that question.

"Okay. Let's split and you guys wait for my signal."

Everyone once again nodded in agreement before leaving the room and disappearing out in different directions. Janet headed off to the hospital wing, and it didn't take her long before she found herself to Kamili's room, finding the doctor in charge of the injured ones.

"Hey. Not sure if we've met yet, I'm Janet Wanner." Janet introduced herself to the male doctor as he looked at her with no type of recognition what so ever in his eyes.

"Oh, hi, nice to meet you. I'm Doctor Hans Gorbin."

"Nice to meet you too. I'm here to check in on our inmate 5332618, Diallo."

"Come with me." The doctor nodded as he showed Janet down the hall without asking questions. "She's quite bad, but I wouldn't see anything else since they worked quite hard on her. It's not the first time an inmate has been brought here in this state." He sighed. "Anyway. She's got several broken ribs, a bruised back and hip, a bad concussion, broken fingers and her left arm is broken, as well as several fractures to her face. Her sternum was fractured too, but what caused the most problems were that she suffered from a heart attack shortly after she came in here. I got her old hospital records which showed that she did open heart surgery quite recently, so we assume her heart is still quite weak."

Janet just nodded, trying not too show how worried she was over her friend as the doctor showed her into Kamili's room. Janet swallowed hard as she saw her fellow angel in bed, covered in equipment to keep her stable. She was definitely not going anywhere soon.

As on a cue, the doctor's beeper went off, and he looked apologetically at Janet. "I'm sorry, I need to check on another patient. Will you be alright here by yourself?"

"Yeah, sure. I'll just be in for a minute."

Doctor Gorbin nodded before leaving the two of them alone. Janet pulled up a chair and sat down next to Kamili, carefully brushing her hair. At the touch, Kamili's eyes fluttered open, looking around in confusion before meeting Janet's dark eyes.

"Hi there." Janet smiled, still brushing Kamili's hair. "I'm sorry I haven't been here earlier. How are you doing?"

"Been – better." Kamili whispered.

"You'll be okay. Don't worry, we'll see to it. Just relax and focus on yourself. I'm so sorry this had to happen to you."

"Don't worry." Kamili whispered. "I'll be fine. You just take care of yourself. How's everyone else?"

"Everyone and everything is good. I think we might be able to bring things down tonight, cause I know the guards plans. I need to see Sandra and Kelly, and then we might finish this case tonight. And we'll fly you back to Washington where you can rest a bit more relaxed and where your family and us can be with you more."

"That sounds good." Kamili smiled tiredly, her eyes closing.

"Okay, I see." Janet chuckled. "You rest. I'll be back later."

"Mhm. Be careful." Janet whispered as Janet leaned over and kissed her forehad, before leaving the room.

Making her way out she looked around to make sure no one was following her as she made her way up to Kelly's room, unlocking it and stepping inside. Kelly was sitting with her back towards the door, looking at the cameras as usual.

"How is Kam?" Kelly asked, already knowing that Janet had been in her room, being able to see her.

"She's been better. Fractures to her fingers, arms, sternum, ribs, face... Got a concussion, and suffered from a heart attack as she was brought in."

Kelly still didn't turn her head to meet Janet's face, but she brought her hand up and rubbed her tired face. "Will she be okay?"

"Yeah, well… She has to be."

Kelly leaned back in her chair and swirled it around to meet Janet. "She will be. We'll see to it."

Janet nodded as she sat down in a chair next to Kelly. "So, got some news for you."

"What's that?"

"It's going down tonight - well tomorrow night. Mara gathered some of us up and they are going to bring Kris down to the isolation again tonight and get her to talk, then tomorrow night get her out of here along with all the booze and drugs and stuff that they got stashed."

"That could be our opportunity to get them all in action. I'll give the sheriff a call and make sure they are ready for a stake out, and then we'll move in tomorrow tonight. I'll also make sure that the mob will hear about this."

"Good. So… are we going to let them take Kris down?"

"Leave Kris up to me. I'll take care of her."

Janet nodded and left the room, very skeptically. She did not really trust that promise. She was worried to Kelly would let Kris get very, very hurt.

As Janet left, Kelly looked back to the cameras, grabbing her cup of coffee to have a sip from it. She wanted Kris to swim, she needed Kris to swim. She needed Kris to fight for her life, to prove to herself that she still wanted to live. She had to let Kris get hurt, so Kris would realize this.

Inside her head, Beemish voice came back to her from when she was still very young.

"Sometimes, when you're not looking, a monster develops inside of you. Then when the time is right, you let it take over."