"Why don't you make me watch myself." Malik challenged, making a beeline for him. As he crossed in front of Shabazz, his cousin tried to stop him from his motives, but Malik just shrugged him off, pausing in front of Nate with a stare that could cut like a knife right through the tension in the room.

"Yo, Malik, man, chill out." Shabazz licked his lips nervously as he looked from his cousin to Nate. Dangerous people like Nate and Dexter were never people you wanted to mess with. It was a risk running with them, even more so if they found out you were a cop. Jay and Kevin needed to get out of there as soon as possible to not blow their cover.

"This can't be good," Kim stated while we listened to the exchange. She had stopped typing on the computer, her gaze focused solely on what was happening at the bar. In the back of my mind, I hoped they would stay safe, even though Antonio and Adam were sitting in the bar and could intervene in seconds if needed, and Al and Voight were sitting just outside the building.

"Yo, hey, hey yo," Jay yelled out to grab everyone's attention as Nate grabbed the rifle sitting just beside the leg of the pool table, not caring if he was cocking it over at Malik with a venomous smile plastered on his face. "Easy, come on man."

"The hell are you doing man?" Kevin shot all his anger over to Nate who had not taken his eyes off Malik. Some factors were obviously missing here, they just needed to figure out what that variable was before someone was injured or killed.

"Sarge, we got action in the back room." Antonio piped up from his position at the bar, more than attentive to what was taking place between the six people in the back room.

"Just stand down." Voight gave firm instructions for both him and Adam to stand down so they didn't blow covers if it wasn't necessary. "Nobody said the safe word. Let Atwater and Halstead handle it."

"Copy."

"Hell is this man?" Kevin raised his voice a little higher to grab Nate's attention again. "We just came to get these guns and get out of your way. You wanna put that down?"

"I'm just showing Malik the merchandise." Nate's tone was dangerously low as if he were begging any one of them to make a wrong move so he could show them what the gun in his hand could do, especially Malik. He was holding back the temptation to blow a hole through him at a moment's glance. "M4-A1 carbine, fully automatic. Thirty rounds in three seconds."

"Hey, come on, man. Cut it out." Jay warned him to cut the crap. He was holding back the urge to take Nate down, show him things weren't going down his way no matter what the guy thought was going to happen on his end.

"Cuts through the side of a tank like a stick of butter." Nate went on like he was selling a product on an infomercial but with more sinuous intentions. "Imagine what it would do to your head."

"You're so tough, pull the trigger." Malik edged him on, the gun aimed a mere few feet away from his head. He was cocky, I would give him that. However, one of these days his arrogance was going to get him or somebody else killed.

"Look guys, let's umm," Shabazz struggled, walking a few steps forward to calm the tension between them. "Let's get that drink, huh? Let's play some pool." Malik shot that offer down quickly, giving Nate another insult. That earned Malik a quick punch to the head, his head nearly hitting the table on the way down.

"Dude! Come on, bro!" Kevin shouted as Nate called more insults at Malik. "You know that was uncalled for." Shabazz pulled Malik over to the other side of the room. "Hey, come on man."

"Say you're sorry." Nate told Malik, like they were children who had just been scolded for fighting on the playground, yet were still looking for an apology because neither one believed they weren't in the wrong.

"Yo, just leave it," Shabazz told his cousin, blocking him just in case either one of them wanted to start another fight neither of them could finish.

"I want him to say it."

"I'm not saying nothin'" Malik seethed, refusing to say the words Nate so desperately wanted to hear. He was holding his head where he had been hit by the butt of the gun, his shoulder pressing against his cousin who was working to hold him back.

"You ain't worth the bullet." Nate finally lowered his gun, which gave them the opportunity to make a quick exit out of the room while they had a chance to.

"Come on, let's go." Seeing Shabazz struggle to hold him back, Kevin walked around to take over pushing Malik towards the door. "Nah, we out of here. Let's go." Malik still pushed against him, his adrenaline still taking over as Kevin shoved him out the door." As they were walking out the door, they caught a glance of Adam leaving some money at the bar, waiting until they passed and he walked out the door.

"Well, this should be a fun conversation we're going to have when everyone gets back," Kim said sarcastically, pushing her chair back from her desk.

"Not sure what happened. Whatever it was, it sounds like they didn't have all the information before going in. Nate and Malik were way too willing to pick a fight, and we still don't have those guns off the street. Until we do, people are going to keep killing one another because they feel like they can when they've bought one of those guns."

"I'm going to do some more digging on Nate. I feel like something is off about him." Grabbing the edge of the desk, she pulled herself back up to the computer. "It can't be a coincidence that he wouldn't sell the guns. If he knows something we don't and he's got other plans for them we need to find out what that is."