- And your mother! And your mother! You're all a bunch of pigs! I smell bacon! And guess what, "captain"?! You can take that tie and shove it straight into hell! This whole place reeks bacon! And guess what? I'm going kosher, 'cause Jakey don't dig swine!
9 p.m., Jake was finishing his rant after he got fired from NYPD. Actually, no, scratch that, he was finishing his rant after he officially went undercover for FBI's case. He kicked the trash bin and cheered, then got into the elevator.
- Man, I'm gonna miss this place so much – Jake sighed, when the elevator closed. He was about to start his six – month mission – getting closer to Ianucci crime family, so the FBI could track them and bust them. He was gonna spend six months without his friends from the Nine-Nine, but with a dozen criminals, or so.
When Jake got into his car, he drove to meet with Spencer Jones, an FBI agent with whom he'd met at a parking lot the day before. The men met under the Brooklyn Bridge.
- So, what's the deal? - Jake asked Spencer.
- We have to arrange, where you should give us information about Ianuccis and how often – Spencer replied. - I'd prefer we met once a week. It wouldn't make them suspect anything.
- Smart – Jake said. - Do you have any idea, where the family lives?
- All of the Ianuccis are currently in Queens. – Spencer informed. - From what we know, the head of the family, Francis Ianucci lives with his wife, Gina on 166th St. Their two sons, Marco and Paolo, live three blocks away. The third son, Leonardo, lives with his wife, Courtney on 81st Avenue.
- So, you suggest we should meet far, far away from Queens? - Jake asked once again.
- Indeed – Spencer confirmed. - The safest place would be Staten Island. As a cover, you would find a job there and we could meet during your work time.
- Smart – Jake replied.
- Also, you'd rather like to go to the Hart Bar – Spencer adviced. - A few years ago, there was a drug bust there and one of the Ianucci's was the perp. They sure like to spend time there.
- Thank you for the advice – Jake said. - Okay, I'm ready for the mission.
- Have a good luck – Spencer replied before Jake got into his car.
After ten minutes, Jake was already near the said bar. Before he got out of the car, he looked at all the things he took for those six months – clothes, his gun, a few chocolate bars, two cans of orange soda and a few hundreds of dollars. He took the money and went into the bar.
He sat near the bar table. He looked around. Suddenly, he saw a familiar man. It was Leonardo Ianucci, Jake recognized him, thanks to the pictures from Spencer. The criminal gave the cop a cold stare. Jake ordered a few tankards of beer, just to show him, that he can have some fun too. But after he drank them all, he realized, it was a huge mistake, because the second later, he ran straight to the bathroom, to throw up. Oddly enough, he looked fine, when he stood at the bathroom's door after a while.
- I didn't wash my hands, and I don't care! - he slurred, going out of the bathroom. - Cool to be in some place, when things get good, right? - he went back to the table. - Another pitcher of your strongest beer, please, good sir, and a glass thingie to drink it out of – Jake asked the bartender. - And one of whatever this guy's having, for that guy, and one of what that guy's having, for this guy – Jake continued. - And another round for everyone, on me!
Everyone at the bar cheered, when they heard that. Suddenly, Leonardo leaned on the table and told Jake:
- Thanks buddy. What's the occasion?
- I'm celebrating – Jake answered. - My name's Jake Peralta, and I just got fired from the NYPD! - he introduced himself.
- I'm Leo Ianucci, nice to meet you – the criminal replied.
