Chapter Thirteen: The End
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-The Pier-
Danny smirked. "Man with an initiative and ambition... I like it."Danny squeezed his shoulder lightly. Mike forced himself not to tense, looking at Danny.
"Never answered me. I wanna know what I'm dealing with and what I'm gonna be paid."Mike repeated. Danny walked over to his companions, whispers and murmurs going between the group before the eyes were on him again.
"I have some... Weapons... That need to be shipped out. And since you're a pilot, you can do it. You can have thirty percent of what we make. Deal?"he asked. Mike nodded, ready to give his signal word.
"Deal."he shook Danny's hand before he heard the tact team bursting out. It was a bustle of confusion as everyone shouted threats, guns went off, though Mike couldn't tell from where. Blood fell, and so did people. He noticed one of the guys, Danny, making a getaway. Mike chased him, diving at him.
They crashed to the ground, fighting, rolling, trying to top the other. Mike felt something sting inside him, a sharp shooting pain. He ignored it, trying to keep the man from escaping. Briggs made his way over, putting the cuffs on Danny. He looked at Mike and began to yell out for 911 to be called. That was the last thing Mike remembered before passing out...
-The House, Around this Time-
Johnny walked downstairs, his skin slightly reddened from his scrubbing. He looked around, unnerved by the silence of the house. "Hello?! Anyone home?!"he called out. When he didn't get an answer, he started looking for the others, noticing a note. It was from Briggs.
Dear Johnny,
By the time you read this, we will already be gone and probably half-way done with our plan. We left to go and get the Ortegas. Sorry, and we know you wouldn't approve, but if someone messes with one of us, they mess with all of us. You know the drill. Anyway... We'll be home sooner or later.
Johnny swore, shaking his head. Of course they'd go and do something stupid like that. He should have known they would be out for blood. Bowing his head, Johnny prayed that they would all be safe, that they would be protected. He knew he couldn't live with himself if someone was hurt because of him, because he did something stupid.
His phone rang after his prayer ended. Checking the ID, he answered. "Hello?"he asked, confused.
"Hermano... You okay? I swear I didn't know what those bastards were gonna do. Thought they was gonna attempt to recruit you. Brother I'm sorry..."he heard a familiar voice pleading. Anthony... Johnny smiled weakly, knowing his brother would never purposefully hurt him.
"I know Tony... And as for being okay... I've seen better days... I'm sore as Hell and feel like shit all the time... But I'm healing..."Johnny answered. He heard a sigh of relief come from the other side.
"Well I'm glad you're okay... Hate cutting this short, but my guard is looking at me funny... Love you John... Maybe one day we can have a reunion..."Anthony hung up. Johnny sighed softly.
"Maybe baby bro... Maybe..."
-Hospital, Mike, Room 45-
Mike woke up, Briggs and the others hanging around him. "Good evening sunshine..." DJ teased when he rose up. Mike swore.
"What happened?"he asked, realizing how hoarse his voice was. Paige smiled weakly.
"You got stabbed... But, they're gonna let you go home soon..."she told him. Mike groaned.
"Great... Now me and Johnny are both injured..."he swore again. Charlie walked over, ruffling his hair.
"Easy Levi. I'd rather you both be hurt than dead. Cause if you guys died, I'd have to cut a bitch. We all know this."Charlie tried to joke. Briggs shook his head.
"Believe me, Mama Grizzly... We know."Briggs teased back, earning him a punch in the shoulder. He winced, grabbing his arm, looking hurt. The scene causing the others to chuckle at their dynamic...
About an hour later, Agent Goldman walked in, and he did not look happy. "What the Hell where you thinking?! I specifically said for you to not get involved in this case!"he berated them. Briggs glared.
"Hey! We got the bastards! You should be glad!"Briggs fought back. Goldman shook his head.
"We told you not to. Because of your actions, this Graceland team will have to be terminated and new agents will have to be brought in. Do you understand the consequences now?"he asked. His question caused the other Graceland members to look at each other, downcast looks. No, they had not thought of that, just of getting back at the men who hurt Johnny.
"Actually... I'd say let them off the hook this time. After all, they brought in the Ortegas..."a voice from the door spoke. They turned their heads sharply, gasping when they saw the director in the room. Goldman gaped.
"But sir..."he began, cut off by the director holding up his hand.
"Don't. I've made my decision. And as for Agent Tuturro... You can keep him. Though I expect him to go to therapy and stay out of the field for a few months. To heal. You too Warren."the director spoke. Mike nodded.
"Yes sir."