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A/N: This chapter is where the actual revenge starts...
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"When it's all done, you reap what you sow" -Mike Shinoda, "Points of Authority"
Government Complex
Central Mexico City, Mexico
"The Department of Records," Woody said as he and Jordan stood outside a alrge, grey government building. "The secretary at the last place said that a Jose Santos works here as an Undersecretary to the Department Head's Undersecretary."
"Let's hope we've got the right Jose Santos." She didn't want to think about what would happen if they didn't.
On my way into the building, I run into Woody. "You're late," he says. "You're it," I laugh as we race each other to the elevator. People who haven't had their coffee yet glare at us, which only makes us laugh harder.
Jordan and Woody somberly walked up to the receptionist's desk, avoiding the gazes of dark suited government employees. They were for one purpose, and they didn't want their faces to be remembered.
"Puedo ayudarte?" The receptionist asked. "May I help you?"
"Tu hablas ingles?" Woody asked. She nodded. "Does a Jose Santos work here?"
The receptionist turned pale. "Who wants to know?"
"That's not important, is it?" Jordan said, a venemous smile on her face.
"N-no, I guess not. He's on the second floor, fourth office on the right. His name is on the door."
"Gracias, senorita," Woody said, and he and Jordan headed towards the elevator.
Jordan pressed the second floor button, her hand shaking uncontrollably. She rubbed her forehead. "Jordan? What's wrong?"
I press the elevator up button "Do we have time to get coffee?" Woody asks. I shake my head. "It's Lily's turn to get coffee, anyways. I'll kill her if she forgot."
Why won't these flashbacks stop? Jordan thought, her head pounding. "I'm fine," she said, mainly to herself. Keep it together. It'll all be over soon.
"There are two muffins sitting in an oven," Woody says. "One goes, 'It's getting warm in here.' The other one says, 'Ah, a talking muffin!'" I laugh, even though the joke wasn't that funny. Then, the door opens...
Woody knocked on Santos's door. All along the hall, they heard a 'snick' sound as everyone locks their offices. Jordan and Woody gave each other the same foreboding look. He knocked again. "Jose Santos? Are you in there?"
Through a panel of frosted glass, Jordan could see the outline of a man pushing his desk in front of the door. Woody took off his suit jacket, wrapped it around his hand, and smashed the glass. Jordan crawled through and pointed her gun at the man inside. "Are you Jose Santos?" she demanded.
"S-si," Santos stammered, backing up against the window on the far wall.
Jordan pushed the desk away from the door, then unlocked it. Woody barged in, saying, "Who were you trying to keep out?"
Santos gestured at a 24" TV on an oak table in the corner. "I'm the only one in the building with video surveillence, so I saw you coming."
"What's wrong? You don't want your coworkers to know about your friends, the Black Dragons?" Woody asked sarcastically.
Santos opened and closed his mouth. "I- I have..."
"Spare us the 'I-have-no-idea-what-you're-talking-about' act," Jordan snarled. "Did you or did you not have something to do with the hits on Garrett Macy and Max Cavanaugh?" Her voice broke slightly when she said her father's name. There's no time for feeling sad. I'll grieve some other time.
"Well, I, you see-"
"Answer her question!" Woody shouted.
Santos flinched. "All I did was find their files for the Dragons. You know how there's the middle man? Well, I'm the little man." He laughed fatalistically.
"Shut up," Jordan said flatly. "Who did you give the files to?"
"Two representatives," he answered evasively.
"Names? Come on, it would be easy for us to just shoot you now."
Santos considered this for a moment. "Javier Avarro and Carlos Guitan. But I didn't kill anyone! All I do is pull files for the names that the Dragons give me. I'mthe only one that can find the American ones because I have connections." He looked proud, which disgusted Jordan to no end. "All I do is give them information. No harm done, right?"
Woody slammed him up against the wall. "9 innocent people are dead because of you!"
"It's not like I try-" Santos protested, but an enraged Jordan cut him off.
"You know what the Black Dragons do to the people who's files you give them! That makes you an accessory!"
"If this was the US, then you'd be facing a judge," Woody said calmly. "But instead you get to face us." He dropped Santos and aimed his gun at him. "We're the judge, jury, and executioner." He pulled the trigger. Santos gasped as he took a bullet to the chest and fell.
"Why?" Santos croaked.
"You brought this on yourself," said Jordan.
"Just like your father?"
"What? What did you say?" She lunged forwards and grabbed him by the front of his shirt, then recoiled when she realized he was dead.
Woody took a step backwards. "Oh my God," he whispered. "What have I- what did I..."
His face was ghostly pale. Jordan swallowed and looked over at the TV, away from Woody's face. She saw two burly walking down the hallway towards them. "Woody!" she shouted. He didn't respond. "Snap out of it, Woodrow!"
He looked away from the body. "What?"
"We've got company." She pointed at the screen.
"Shit! What are going to do?"
"Get the hell out of here, that's what!"
Woody slammed his elbow against the eject button on the VCR and grabbed the security tape. "The only way out in through the window," Jordan said. Woody pulled his sleeves over his hands -to avoid leaving fingerprints- and picked the TV up, then threw it at the window. The window shattered, and the television plummeted to the ground two stories below.
Jordan picked the shell casing up off the floor. "The perfect crime," Woody muttered.
Now there really is no turning back, Jordan thought as she glanced at Santos's body one last time.
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"The Americans have been here," Tito, one of the Black Dragons' hitmen, remarked as he examined Santos's body.
"What do think they're after?" his partner Salvador asked.
"I don't know, but whoever they are they're smart." He pointed at the table where the TV had been. "The tape's gone, too."
"And the shell casing from the gun they used." Salvador frowned. "Just who exactly are we dealing with?"
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