Divas Prison Ch63
Chris Jericho pulled his car up just down the road from 24976 Montana Boulevard, right behind another car. The occupants of the other car got out and he, along with his partner, got out to meet them.
"Thanks for the assignment Chris, next time you need someone to sit in front of a building for three days with little sleep, feel free to ask someone else."
"Oh shut the hell up." Chris fired back. "You DEA guys wanted in on this job, and the kudos for shutting down this gold meth supply, so this is the job. Speaking of which, do you have the details on the people who have been coming and going? You know who I'm asking about I assume."
"Yes, and no, Stephanie McMahon has not been seen, not once." The DEA agent said, making Jericho swear under his breath.
"Right so who, fill me in. How many?" Was the next question.
"Four, two men, two women. Last one arrived a few minutes ago. The guys are Tucker Knight, and Otis Dozovic. Supposedly employed as mechanics, they are literally a pair of heavies. Both have done time for possession of meth with intent to deliver. And each has their own rap sheet, lots of semi violent crimes."
"I've not heard of either." Jericho said, annoyed at the fact. "How has this never been flagged to us?" He asked his partner.
"We've never looked into McMahon for drugs." Paul said, taking the documents on the two heavies. "And these two are just thugs, nothing to tie them to her."
"Until now." Jericho observed, taking the documents. "Good job we have an armed unit coming. No way they aren't packing. Look, Tucker Knight has arrests for a concealed weapon and extortion. Dozovic, possession of a firearm by a felon. How are these guys not inside?"
"How do you think?" Paul answered. "McMahon pulling strings. She knows how to get loyalty from people. Save them from doing time, and she owns their asses. Like with Sasha Banks. She didn't break her out because she's their friend. Just took longer for Banks to realise it."
"This really better pay off." Jericho said. "I want her ass locked up, and I've never been so close. Now what about the two women?"
"Yes." The DEA agent handed over another file. "Amanda Rose. Who may be the best meth cook ever to hit this state, if not North America as a whole."
"Her?" Jericho said in shock, showing his partner her mugshot. "I know Banks said she looked like a model, but damn."
"I know, but she's as smart as she is hot." The agent said. "You know we have been looking for this stuff for a long time. Golden Goddess is pure, popular, and expensive. It's all over the streets. Finally we know who is behind it."
"Indeed. Well that ends today. We led you to her, and we need her to get us to her boss. No wonder she's been able to avoid you though, doesn't exactly look like a criminal. Look, only two arrests on her record, just for misdemeanour marijuana possession a few years back. Small fines and probation, even though they were only a week apart. Practically nothing." Jericho observed from the file.
"Nothing to you maybe, but to her it was everything." The agent said. "She was majoring in Pharmacology at USF, top of her class. I spoke to a professor there yesterday. She was going to go into research for the AMA. She could have cured cancer or something."
"But they didn't take drug charges very well at the college?" Jericho said, not making it sound like the question it was.
"On that course, charges involving any drugs means immediate expulsion. She was kicked out with just over a semester left. Her second bust happened because she was drunk after getting kicked out. Officers checked on her she they found her drunk on a bench, then found her joints and had to bring her in."
"And she went from that to meth?" Paul asked.
"Yeah, thanks to Stephanie McMahon. Like with the other two, it all makes sense when you bring her into it. It's textbook. She finds a brilliant chemist who can't practice, and convince her to be your cook. You find her at her lowest, get her out of jail when she's facing certain time for violating probation and possession, and she's yours. That's not even including the big money she must be pulling in. I bet even she didn't expect Rose to be this good at it. McMahon has been using her as her cash cow. This isn't good though. Rose could be loyal to McMahon. She might be hard to crack."
"She might, but the other one won't be as loyal." The DEA agents passed over a smaller file than the others.
"Sonya Deville." Jericho read off the top. "You got something on her?"
"No, she's a friend of Rose, knew each other from way back. They share an apartment now."
"How do you know that? And why are they suddenly reunited?" Jericho asked.
"We had them on surveillance for over two days. As for why they got reunited, look here." Jericho's attention was drawn to a particular print out in Amanda Rose's file.
"Wait, this arrest report isn't even for her. She's the victim." Jericho observed.
"Exactly. She got the crap beaten out of her. Claimed it was a guy she rejected. I don't think so. I think it was a deal that someone didn't like and he went for her. Deville has been brought in to protect her, as much as working with her."
"She doesn't look all that tough. But I don't see any other reports here, so she's doing her job."
"Yeah, but keep reading Sonya Deville's file." The agent encouraged. "Deville just got done serving four years in New Jersey for aggravated battery, took a bat to a guy that her girlfriend left her for."
"Hard to have much sympathy for her. And look, she was cited for fighting multiple times. Denied parole due to her violent acts, ended up maxing out on her sentence five months ago." Paul read out from her records.
"I guess she liked it in prison. She messes up her chances to get out early from there, now we are going to lock her back up, for a lot more than four years too." Jericho smirked. "It's perfect. Less than five months working for McMahon, and she could do decades for trafficking, if we find what we expect. She will be desperate for a deal, and drops McMahon into our hands."
"Ok, but let's not get ahead of ourselves." Paul said, handing the files back. "We've still got to go in and get them." The conversation went flat at this point as they thought about the job.
The arrival of the tactical team meant it was time to act. Jericho, Wight, and the DEA agents collected Kevlar vests and weapons from the team as a precaution against things getting out of control.
"Right, four suspects inside. Two male, two female. Capture is the goal. Do not fire unless fired upon. The female suspects need to be taken alive by any means needed. The lab is believed to be on the top floor, but clear as you go. You should have been given the building layout and your assignments already, is this correct?"
"Yes sir." The squad leader confirmed.
"Excellent. I asked for the best. I hope that's what I've gotten. We go in on my order and mine alone. Take your positions." Jericho said and the squad split up to take up positions by the doors.
"Hey, where were you last night, you dirty stop out?" Mandy said with a raised eyebrow, seeing her friend walk into the lab.
"Shut up and drink up." Sonya handed Mandy a coffee, taking a large drink from her own.
"Hungover a little are we?" The smirk on the blondes face was easily noticeable.
"No, Miss Hypocrite, I'm fine. Just didn't get much sleep."
"So you hooked up with someone?"
"Naturally. You know I have to fight them off with a stick." Sonya said, enjoying her exaggeration.
Mandy rolled her eyes. "Think it'll go somewhere?"
"Well I snuck out before she woke up. She was good, but just for one night."
"Was she your usual type? You know, a tall blonde fitness model?"
"Careful Mand, you're all but describing yourself there, I know you turned me down before we became friends, but that was a long time ago." Sonya said, in a tone that was hard to tell if she was joking or not.
Fortunately Mandy knew she was. "And I will again if you try it. You aren't turning me. Now enough of your lousy flirting, we've got work to do."
"Yeah, I know, big pickup from our friends in the Keys. We had to bust our asses to get it all done in time. But if it buys us some time without those suits and masks it's worth it."
Mandy scoffed. "You wish. Stephanie texted me really early, no surprise with the busy day shes got. She confirmed the pickup was on, and she'd received the money, plus we need to get a new order underway as soon as it's done."
"How big an order?" Sonya asked, knowing she wasn't going to like the answer.
"Big, so it's good you didn't make plans with this girl." Mandy responded, checking over some of her equipment.
"You know, I was asked to keep you safe, not be your laboratory bitch." Sonya moaned.
"Yeah, well, you're paid for both. Don't pretend the money isn't good." Mandy tried to not sound like her boss.
"Yeah, I'm glad you thought of me. Nobody would take my calls for a job back home."
"Don't mention it. But we have to make sure it goes well today, you remember these guys aren't much fun to talk to. All business."
"Yeah, Skinner and his clown of a friend. I remember. The less time they're here, the better, no matter if we have to cook or not." Sonya said, unimpressed.
The two got the product out to be collected from where it was locked away overnight and checked it.
"I do like the way it shines. The gold look still amazes me." Sonya marvelled.
"I know, I'm a genius." Mandy teased.
"You are. Brains and brawn, why we work well together." Sonya said, but their banter was interrupted by a loud bang downstairs.
"What are those two bozos doing now?" Sonya asked nobody in particular.
"Why are you always so mean to them. They're ok."
Sonya rolled her eyes. "You only say that because Otis is sweet on you."
"Oh shut up." Mandy went red. Sonya was about to make fun of her when there was more loud noises.
"That sounded like gunshots." Mandy said, alarm all over her face.
"It was. What the hell. You think those sons of bitches from down south are trying to screw us over?" Sonya ran to a lockbox and retrieved a handgun. "If they are, and if they got past the guys, they're going to be bitterly disappointed." She checked and made sure the gun was locked and loaded. "Stay behind me, ears and eyes open."
Mandy did as she was told. She took cover just in case the door was broken down. Her fears over that were well founded as the door was destroyed barely a minute later, but not in the way they expected.
"Was that an explosion?" Mandy asked.
Sonya started to panic inside. "Yes, but that's not how they'd do it."
"Who would?" Mandy asked but Sonya didn't answer. She was listening for what she hoped wouldn't come.
"Police! Everybody drop their weapons, get on the ground and show your hands!" Came the loud voice of the lead of the team sent in by Jericho.
"Cops?" Mandy said, in disbelief. "It can't be, they shouldn't be here."
"They can and they are. We gotta go. Now." Sonya said, hearing fast approaching footsteps. She grabbed Mandy by the hand and pulled her behind her, running as fast as she can. She kicked open the fire door. "Come on, down the fire escape, make for my car." Sonya gave her orders and pushed Mandy ahead of her.
"Sonya, look." Mandy pointed and they both saw that there were officers coming up the fire escape already.
"Dammit. Ok, back, we will have to hide and sneak out." Sonya thought as quickly as she could, but as they went back inside, it became clear that her planning was worthless. Four officers had gotten to them and had guns in their faces.
"Put the gun down and both of you on the floor!" Came the very forceful order. Mandy resigned herself to her fate and fell to her knees, putting her hands up. Sonya didn't comply with either order at first. She was looking for a way out, desperate to find a way to avoid going back to jail.
"I said drop the gun! We will open fire!" The officer shouting readied his weapon, as did the others. Sonya let the gun fall out of her hand. "Now on the ground!" She was told but again didn't do so, still clinging on to false hope. Sonya didn't even see the officer that grabbed her and pulled her down to the floor. Mandy was pushed down next to her.
"No!" Sonya screamed as her hands were pulled behind her back and she was tightly handcuffed. Mandy didn't resist as she too had handcuffs put on.
"You're both under arrest. You have the right to remain silent." The lead officer read them their rights as they were picked up off the ground.
Mandy allowed herself to be led away, taking a last look back at her lab, which was a bad idea as she was both angry and hurt at the sight of what she saw as her life's work being taken apart by police officers. Sonya continued to resist, being all but dragged through the building by two officers much bigger than her, trying to break their grip and her handcuffs in an attempt to escape, which was never going to work, but she wasn't going to stop trying.
"Situation update, please Captain?" Jericho radioed from outside.
"All clear." Came over the radio. I'll be out to brief you shortly. Jericho wasn't happy to wait with the time constraints he felt he was under, but the squad leader wasn't long.
"Well?"
"We have both female suspects in custody, but the males were killed when they fired on my team. There was no option."
"Any of your team injured?" Jericho asked.
"Yes sir, two of my team were hit. One in the leg, one in the shoulder. Medic is with them both, but we expect full recoveries from both in short order."
"Pass on my thanks to both of them, and your whole team. Good job overall."
"Thank you sir." The Captain returned back to the building to see to his team. Jericho was joined by his partner as he called the DEA agent, who had gone up to the lab.
"Hey, what have you got?"
"The mother load is what I've got. Meth that has to be worth millions of dollars, several kilos. And a number of marijuana plants. Not too many, but it's strong stuff, I mean stronger than anything I've seized before."
"Interesting." Jericho mused. "Anything else? Documents?"
"No, no paperwork. Just a lot of equipment and chemicals. Nothing that helps your investigation. I know that's not what you want to hear."
Jericho paused as Mandy was escorted out of the front doors of the building with officers walking her towards a police car.
"Then I better focus on them. Keep your team working, check every room, kick over every rock." He said, hanging up the phone. He went over to the car, just before they put Mandy into the back seat. He brandished his identification in her face.
"Tell me, who pays the bills here? Who do you work for?" Jericho asked. Mandy kept quiet, staring back at him. "You can stay silent, that's your right, but you better think. You're in big trouble. We've found plenty of your meth in there, and apparently some strong marijuana. That's a bonus for us. We can put you away for a long time."
"Try the pot, you pompous asshole. I guarantee it's better than anything you've ever tried, and you're wound way too tight." Mandy said with a sneer.
"Get her out of here." Jericho, not affected by Mandy's disrespect, said to the officers, who put Mandy in the car. They left her sat in the back of the car for a moment as everyone's attention was distracted as Sonya nearly kicked the door off it hinges in her struggle to escape her captors.
"Get the hell off me! I'm not going back!" She screamed as she kicked her legs in the air, the officers all but carrying her by her arms. They had to hold her down on the hood of a separate police car to try and calm her.
"Stand her up." Jericho instructed, and they moved Sonya and held her against the side of the car so she was nearer Jerichos eye line. He again showed his badge.
"You don't want to go back to prison? Probably a bit late for that. But if you want to help yourself, tell me who you work for."
"Why should I talk to you? I bet you're just like the rest of them. Liars! Let me go!" Sonya showed no signs of mellowing.
"Like I told your friend, I'd think about talking. You sound like you want to be out before retirement age. Keep kicking off and I promise that will never happen. Lock her up." Jericho knew that last quip would get under her skin, and it did. The officers had to force her into a car, and she tried for over a minute to kick through the bars on the window or the door off entirely before finally settling. The cars started up and left with their two prisoners.
Jericho turned to his partner. "Paul, follow them, make sure they're locked up quickly. Separate cells. Keep them isolated. Make sure they get a lawyer ASAP, don't let them push you around. Call the District Attorney directly. he needs to get down there as well. I want them to be there in person. I don't have time for bureaucratic BS today. I'll be along as soon as I can."
"You think they can push me around?" Paul made himself look as big as he really was.
Jericho laughed as his phone rang. He answered it and listened. Paul watched his face change as his eyes went wide. "I'll be right there." He hung up the phone and stood silent and still.
"Be right where?" Paul asked.
"They found a hidden room. And a safe." Jericho could barely believe the words out of his mouth.
"Holy crap." Was all his partner could reply with.
"This is it, I can feel it. I'll talk to you later." Jericho hurried back inside.
A.N.: Thanks for reading, and to those who have recently reviewed, favourited or followed. It means so much.
Jericho has gotten his hopes up. Will this hidden room be his silver bullet, or the biggest letdown his investigation has suffered yet?
