Part 2

Gail focused her attention on the figures spreading out at the far end of the hanger bay. It took her less than a heartbeat to recognise people she knew, this was a 15 operation which hammered another nail on Chris' coffin if she made it out of this.

Taking aim Gail squeezed her trigger in rapid succession, scoring two direct hits. As she watched Traci fall to the ground she took aim at the redheaded figure of her brother beside her. As Traci had fallen Steve turned, opening his chest area to her gun and as she let out another breath she fired two more times.

This time a return shot rang her ear as the bullet hit barely an inch into the panel work beside her head, but she calmly adjusted round in the direction of the shot and eyed the figure of Nick Collins. She didn't take as much care on her aiming this time, letting out a spread of five bullets all aimed at his abdomen.

He too went down.

She continued firing into vehicles, reloading with both of her spares before a tug came at the back of her hooded jacket before she could run out of bullets.

Just as her hand was going for her knife, she half turned, ready to deliver a fatal blow only to be faced with her driver Kurt.

"We go." He told her tugging at her again.

Gail nodded. It may have felt like half a life time but probably only a few minutes had actually past. She stood and opened her door just as Kurt rounded the car.

"Wait, wait!"

Gail turned to see members of the Russian gang quickly chasing after her men and their cars hoping for help to get away now that their own exit had been blocked by the police.

About to slam her door closed on them Gail spotted the bags each men running in her direction carried.

"Thank y-"

Just as the first guy touched the car door Gail shot him straight between the eyes, the second guy only had time to widen his eyes before he too was falling dead to the floor.

Kurt snorted and just as Gail clutched onto the bags, he pulled away and started driving off at speed.

"Watch it!" Gail snapped at him as she was almost thrown out of the car, scowling she threw both bags down and secured her door.

"What you do? Blood make mess my car!" He snapped back at her.

Gail snorted as the sound of gun shots were beginning to fade. "Yeah well, we just got our cash back so who gives a shit about some fucking blood stains?" Gail asked while flicking a bit of skull and brain matter off of her arm.

Kurt grunted.

The silence that followed as Kurt drove them to safety was almost unwelcome.

Gail knew that if her inside contact was the leak she was as good as dead, the fact that Dieter's group would have the packages and she was returning with the money would buy her nothing.

She knocked her head against the window beside her and then settled back to wait out the drive. Kurt wouldn't head straight back to Wolf's bar, the location of the meet up, he'd make sure they hadn't picked up a tail first.

A short time later Gail's cell started to ring. She looked at the caller ID showing it was Wolf.

Letting out a deep breath, and with a tremor in her hand, she answered the call.

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Wolf eyed the people in his bar. Nearly twenty had gone on the job and while the six members of Dieter's team would not be due back for several more hours, there was only eight people including Bravo standing in front of him.

He walked up to the blonde whose eyes were lowered. "My office."

Gail followed just behind her boss' shadow, or Bear as she often referred to him, which had earned her a smile from the silent figure but she'd never heard him speak or Wolf say his name. Which was why she preferred to think of the guy as Wolf's shadow.

"This is not how I expected tonight to go Bravo." He told her as he rounded his desk to take his seat. Gail remained standing as Bear closed the door and stood behind her out of her sight line. "Explain it to me." He said calmly, even gesturing for her to sit down across from him.

Gail remained on her feet. "I got the all clear last night from my contact, we followed your plan to the letter, everything went perfect, the money was exchanged, Dieter had the packages taken away and then it all went to shit." She informed him succinctly.

Wolf lit up a cigar he'd pulled from one of his drawers. "And am I correct in thinking you have returned with my money?"

"Yes Boss." Gail kept it short, if she was going to get a bullet to the back of her head she wasn't going to waste time pleading and crying about it.

"I like that." He replied, he then nodded to Bear and she waited, but the door behind her opened and closed and she felt the presence of Wolf's bodyguard leave the room. "But didn't I tell you Bravo? It had been too quiet."

Gail frowned. "You were expecting this?"

Wolf made a gesture with his hand. "Something has not been right around here, and now we know why."

"Is my guy the leak?" She couldn't stop herself from asking. She hadn't picked up on anything but she didn't spend a lot of time with the rest of Wolf's crew. Mostly Dieter, Kurt, and a few of Wolf's front of house guys that weren't really part of this end of Wolf's business. "Because if he is, you gotta give him to me first." She insisted. "Then you can do whatever you want with me."

Wolf grinned. "You think I will shoot you for this?"

"I'd shot me for this!" Gail replied.

Wolf's laughter surprised her.

"I'm not going to shoot you, and please do not shoot yourself, it would leave me very short handed." He told her with some amusement.

"It's not my guy?" Gail repeated finally slumping into the chair beside her.

Just as Wolf was about to reply a knock came at his door.

"Come." He called and Gail turned to see Dieter and Bear enter the room.

"Fucking hell!" Gail leapt to her feet and reached for a heavily bleeding Dieter. "You've been shot!" She said as the blood centred on her friend's shoulder.

Dieter flinched as Gail touched a little too close to the wound.

Gail rolled her eyes and ripped his top to get a better look as she noticed the med kit in Bear's hand. She jerked on Dieter's arm until he moved to sit in the seat she'd just got up from. "Such a fucking wimp." She muttered as her hand automatically felt out the kit for the forceps she was looking for.

"This might hurt." She said with a grin before probing the wound and digging around until she snagged the bullet. She ignored his cry of pain and the way he gritted his teeth and moaned as she started to tug the bullet free from his shoulder. "Ta da!" She waved the blood soaked bit of metal in front of Dieter, smiling as it made him pale slightly.

She turned and eyed a downright entertained Wolf. "Got any Scotch?" She asked as she dropped the forceps with the bullet onto he boss' desk. She grinned when a bottle appeared, she reached over and opened it taking a healthy swallow before handing it over to her injured and disgruntled friend. "You should learn to duck in future." She said before going back to the kit and finding the needle and the synthetic thread, she took the alcohol back and splashed some over her hands before taking another drink and handing it back. "Don't move if you want this to look pretty."

Dieter snorted into the bottle as he started to feel the tugging at his skin.

"There." Gail said as she tied off the thread and cut it. She then smacked Dieter next to the wound.

"Ow!"

"Why the fuck do you have a gunshot wound when you were already out of the hanger when the cops arrived?" Gail demanded finally realising this couldn't have happened to her friend at the meet up with the Russians because Dieter's team had left first.

Wolf nodded to Dieter. "What she said."

Dieter sighed. "We got to the boat, loaded up and started off, we'd heard the gun fire in the distance so we went dark," Meaning they took to the water without lights and only the dim light of the sonar and gps systems to guide them in the darkness. "The next minute Marcus had one of the packages and a gun pointed to Daniel trying to get him to stop and switch the lights on." He said with a disgusted shake of his head. "The rest of the team were downstairs and I tried to talk him down but he fired and then a cop boat is coming at us, I shoot back at Marc, and then the others are coming up and shooting at the cops, I think we got them their boat idled but Marcus jumped with one of the packages, we all shot at them but…" He shrugged.

Wolf nodded thoughtfully. In the dark and without lights, finding anyone in the water would have been very near impossible. "And the package? Was it secured?"

Dieter knew he was being asked if the packages had been tied up and gagged during transport. He gave his boss a nod.

"Then good, even if there were any cops left on that boat our package would have been under quickly enough." Wolf didn't look happy though. He eyed Gail. "I want my missing package returned to me, it seems a shame to leave it when we have the others and my money back."

Gail was still a little wary. "Does this mean my guy's still clean, because from this it sounds like Marcus was dirty, but if you want me to take my guy out anyway?" She offered, although it would be hard to carry out she needed to prove Wolf could trust her completely after tonight's botched sting.

Wolf waved his hand at Gail. "I have had Marcus under watch as I suspected this but I was not aware of his plan for tonight, but as I told you, it is always better to be prepared."

"Are you sure he's dead?" Gail asked turning to her friend.

Dieter nodded. "I got him twice, the guys used a lot of ammo, he should be dead."

"But we don't have a body." Gail muttered in disappointment, earning her a glare from her friend. She slapped his bad shoulder. "You know what I mean, if he's the leak I wanted more than a body out of him."

"Speaking of bodies," Wolf said focusing back to the more important issue now if Marcus was dead. "Your little side project should prove useful," He told Gail. "I want my package returned."

"Yes boss." Gail replied, she didn't have an option. "I'll get in touch with my guy in the morning, floaters can take a while to get called in."

"Well when it does, get it done." Wolf told her standing. "Goodnight."

With that dismissal Gail and Dieter stood and left the room, Gail taking the kit and forceps with her, although she did leave a trail of blood that made her eye Wolf.

"It will be taken care of." He told her and waved her out. "Enjoy your aftercare Dieter my friend." He finished with a chuckle.

She waited to speak as she followed Dieter out through the back of the bar and into her own car.

"This is fucked up." She muttered as she got into the driver's seat of her Mustang.

Dieter slumped into the passenger seat with a sigh.

"Are you sure Marcus is dead?" She asked her friend, it was always possible to bend the truth in front of Wolf when you know the wrong answer could get you beaten up for your troubles.

"That far out, and shot, yeah, I can't see him managing to swim to shore." Dieter replied. "But I'll get some of the guys to keep their ears to the ground, if he turns up alive we'll find him."

Gail snorted. It would have to do.

"Listen, I need to get back and take care of things before we get into any more problems." Dieter said as he started to get out of the car. "I'll see you tonight?"

"You owe me that beer." She replied.

Dieter paused just as he was about to close the door over. He leaned his head down and eyed his friend. "Who was it?"

Gail knew exactly what he was asking. She didn't look at him as she answered, "15."

"You okay?" He asked after the silence between them stretched. Gail had a long history with the 15 Division.

Gail finally looked at her friend and gave him a shrug. "I did what I had to do." She said.

"Good." Dieter closed the door and Gail watched him get back into one of their blacked out SUVs.

She stared out the windscreen for a while, Dieter still had work, even with the gunshot wound he'd be stuck checking out Wolf's merchandise for most of the day. Gail however could go home and catch up on her sleep but she was anxious to find out what Chris had known about tonight's operation and if she needed to beat the shit out of him for letting her go in there without any warning.

She sighed and started her car, deciding on going back to her apartment.

At the end of the day she had made it out alive and any ass kicking that needed to be done, she'd do it, after some sleep.