A/U: So um…I'm alive. Don't kill me! I never meant for it to be this long before I updated. So I'm not going to bother with excuses and write.
Chapter 14 – Another One Bites the Dust
"Just remember what I said Michael." Frank spat into Michael's ear. Frank handed Michael off to some of his men, who roughly shoved him forward.
"Get him ready. We leave tonight." Frank said, as he walked away. Michael ignored what his father said, but focused on something else.
He was going to be a father.
The words were still ringing in his head like someone banging against a gong. Fiona was pregnant with twins; a son and a daughter. And now he had to do whatever he could to keep them and the rest of his family safe. If the son of a bitch knew so much about Fiona being pregnant, then he must have people following her around. He could only imagine how big of a mess his father had gotten himself into.
They walked inside a door and into an office. There was a man dressed in a very expensive suit; a Cuban cigar hung out of his lips. "Ah this must be the man of the hour. Michael Weston, so nice to finally meet you. Your father has told me so much about you."
"Who do I have the pleasure of meeting?" Michael responded.
"Edgar Payne, I'm what they like to call the brains behind this operation. The big bosses spin out a big picture, and I add all the little details." Edgar turned around and waved at the men holding Michael. "Leave us be, we have much to discuss."
"We are not to leave the captive alone." The guard spoke.
"Well I find it hard to work with guns at my back. Oh bloody hell, it's not like he's going to get away!" Edgar exclaimed. "Look just wait outside the door. There are 200 men around here, and if somehow he escapes this room and gets away alive, then this plan wasn't worth forming." Edgar snapped.
The men turned to look at each other and said, "We will be outside the door."
"Thank you." Edgar bowed and made a mock gesture of tipping his hat. Once the door shut, Edgar rolled his eyes. "Damn fools. I swear you think after three years of this they would trust me by now." He went to his desk and pulled out a bottle of Brandy. "The bosses say we need your help to pull this off, so let's get started shall we."
"You always do what they bosses want?" Michael asked, trying to get as much information out of this guy as he could.
"Hell no! Every single one of them are idiots." He took a sip of the Brandy and smirked. "But sometimes the biggest idiots are the richest idiots. They want me to do something, I snap my fingers and it's done. In return I get hell whatever has any value nowadays."
"Do you need my help?"
"Nor need or want it my good fellow, but the bossed insist that you are on this. Personally I think it was the stupidest thing they could've done taking up the straggler Frank. He's nothing but a lackey that's either going to take the fall or take a 'fall.' I don't reckon you're upset about it though. He offered you as bait. You were hand delivered as 'useful' and 'expendable." Edgar put his feet up on the desk and laughed. "Of course I'm 'expendable' also. Not a dead-man-walking like you, but they won't shed any tears over me if I bite the bullet. That is the reason I play these suckers for all their worth and I always have an escape plan."
"You sound like you have everything planned out." Michael commented.
"Hello? I'm the planner. It's my job."
Michael didn't trust Edgar, but he figured he could use him to his advantage. If he could buddy up enough with him then maybe he could convince Edgar to let him tag along on his escape.
"Right oh, so here's the deal. You are going to lead a group to the border. The border patrol will find some of the guns, then the men with you start dropping bodies. Meanwhile the real weapons will be making their way across the border. You either die or get taken in, and we are going to make it look like the burned spy planned it all. The bosses hand out the cash, and kill the people that need to be gotten rid of…the end.
"So then you need me to be your fall guy?"
"You are supposed to be the fall guy." Edgar crossed his hands and stared at Michael. "I read your file Michael; you are my type of guy. I was thinking of altering the plan a tiny bit. Maybe letting someone else take the fall." Edgar held out his hand. "So what do you say? Partner with me?"
Michael didn't hesitate in taking his hand.