File Number 867-4432
Name: Lester Santos
Age: ---
Rank: ARMY, MILITARY, Special Services
Location: East Coast
Status: Temp. Civilian
Current Occupation: Security company employee
Team Members: LB(867-9965), Tank(867-1543), Brown(867-0032), Dart(867-5643), Das(867-9376), Mañoso(867-0132)
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When Steph woke up the next day she found she had a mild headache and was in Ranger's apartment. Nothing-new here, whenever she was at RangeMan she shared with Ranger. He didn't seem to mind.
By the time she had finished getting dressed and putting on her make-up Ella had already brought up food. Much to her surprise there was her hangover cure as well as the normal bagels and fruit. Ranger was standing in the little kitchen drinking tea, while listening to Das and LB, who were sitting on the car stools.
Steph gave them a wave and tug into her Mickey D's. She didn't really have a hangover that needed to be cured but she felt like eating it anyway. Ranger gave an almost smile and returned to listening to Das' report. "So I ran through the numbers that B gave me last night and none of them had any obvious connections to our guy."
"And I paid attention to most of the guys last night near either of us and none of them seemed too interested that weren't drunk. But I think a couple of the bottom dwellers noticed us. Bombshell Bounty Hunter and a new chick, an obvious attention grabber."
Ranger nodded and turned to Steph who had just finished her fries. "Did you notice anything off last night?" Steph shook her head. "Nothing sent off any alarm bells." Ranger nodded again and turned back to LB.
"You going out again tonight?" LB shook her head. "Wasn't planning on it. I was hoping to have a day to recuperate and go over any information we could have collected. Once we set up a pattern we can't change it without looking suspicious. Dance one night, rest off the hangover, and go dancing the day after. Once every other night."
"It sounds good to me. Gives them the chance to rest if they get too into it. And gives us a chance to get closer to our guy. But what do you plan to do if he makes an unexpected move?" Das asked her.
"Make one of our own."
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The next time they went out they had just as much fun if not more. Halfway through the night LB came up with the idea to look like they were getting wilder every night. Steph found the reasoning in that and ordered another round.
And so the plan went every other night, the girls went out, attracted attention, danced, drank, and left all from the same club. Sometimes they ran into people they had met previous nights and soon they had a little group of clubbing friends. At one point their friends asked them to go to another club with them. Steph looked to LB to see what they would do. LB checked her watch and smiled. "Sure lets go." Who would have guessed that just as they walked out of the club their ride showed up to take them back. They said their apologies and entered their car.
"That was good timing." Steph leaned back into the seat, enjoying the buzz of the alcohol in her system.
"Yeah, at least he should know to get to us before our ride arrives and that we are willing to leave the club." LB said, enjoying the buzz as well.
They sat in quiet as they drove back to RangeMan. The streets were quiet too, except for the crash. They nearly avoided it themselves but their driver had good reflexes. The driver of one of the cars got out and checked on the other car. The RangeMan driver got out of the car and checked on the situation. He was busy talking to the other driver when LB's door opened.
She fought back but she was quickly restrained. Steph didn't move a muscle the entire time. She felt the gun barrel pressing into her neck as soon as she had heard her own door open. She slid forward slightly and their attackers joined them in the town car.
One of them got in front and started the car. The driver heard the noise and made to run to their aid but was soon attacked by the crash driver. It was a set up. They were right to think he would learn their schedule. He learned their route too. Instead of attacking at the club he attack on the streets.
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Lester, who was audio duty back at RangeMan HQ, was listening intently to his headphones. Something was off. First were the screeching tires, the mumblings of the driver, the opening and closing of a door, then silence. Then everything changed. Two doors open simultaneously and their was a bunch of movement. Then two doors closed the engines caught and the car sped away, burning rubber. There was no other noise but the normal car noises. No talking, no radio. He was just about to pull off the headphones when he heard it, the small whispering sounds.
He couldn't make out what was being said but he clearly heard the slap of skin against skin and the sound of body hitting the seat. "Damn."