February 10th, 2012

Santa Monica, California

Prime Time Nightclub

Seth sits inside of a car down the block from Prime Time. Bored out of his mind, waiting for Tico Martin's delivery truck. Today was Seth's turn for recon while Charlotte enjoyed the day. Both rotated days for collecting info. They also needed for Tico to actually show up. Word is he only comes for the big bashes. It was starting to get hot and Seth was baking in the car. Wearing ball shorts helped, but not much.

"Jesus. I never thought I'd hate California."

A junkie stumbles over to the car, as Seth's window is down.

"Hey man, I'm not from this part of town. I need a dollar to catch the bus."

"Sorry dude, don't have any cash on me."

"There's an ATM right down the street."

"Dude, piss off."

The junkie grabs Seth in a fit of rage. Seth struggles to fight back from his seated position. Charlotte comes from behind, smashing her fist in his spine.

"Get out of here, NOW!"

The junkie runs off while she adjusts her clothes.

"Saved your life." She said smiling.

"Yeah, yeah. Dude caught me off guard. What are you doing here?"

"Just checking on you. Brought a little something."

She passes him a bag with cold water and ice cream.

"Oh my god, thank you. I can cook Ramen noodles with this hot ass water I got."

"No problem. See anything yet?"

"Nope. No Tico, no truck, nothing."

"Cole and Shelly got to the house about an hour ago. Said there's some big party happening tomorrow night. Maybe that's our chance."

"I hope so. I can't take any more of this shit."

"I'm gonna head back. Stay cool."

Charlotte walks away, giving Seth a good look from behind.

"Not much in the booty department. Banging legs though."

After 47 minutes of nothing, a small white delivery truck pulls up. The truck parks behind the club, catching Seth's attention. The driver steps out and portly man comes from inside. Both men talk for a minute before opening the truck. Seth sneaks across the street, keeping eyes on the two. He hops on a dumpster, then climbing onto a nearby balcony. He pulls out his phone to start taking pictures. The driver and man from inside load a few boxes on a wheelie and head inside.

"Gotta get in closer."

Seth quickly jumps down, keeping his balance due to his training. He crouches over to the open truck and hops inside. He takes a peek in a few boxes. Fruit, alcohol, sugar. Nothing illegal about that. Probably just a cover up. Hearing the driver's wheelie creaking, Seth ducks behind a short stack of boxes.

"Okay I got two more." Said the driver.

He goes near Seth's hiding spot, checking through a few boxes. He picks up a box near Seth's head, almost giving away the spot. Thankfully he goes to another side of the truck. After loading the last two, the driver heads back inside.

Seth hops out and goes towards the back door. After carefully heading inside, he sees the two at a table with a package of Goldust cut open. Seth silently moves on cover of the wall, keeping eyes on the ceiling for security cameras. The portly man does a small line of dust, testing the purity.

"Oooooo. Smooth and clean."

The man pulls out his cell phone to make a call. Seth creeps to the bar for a couple more pictures.

"Yo Tico, I got the stuff...Its good, I verified it myself...Yup, yup...Cool, see ya tomorrow."

With all the evidence he needed, Seth decides to move out. When turning, he shoulder bumps a wine glass, which shatters upon falling down."

"Shit."

"The fuck was that?"

The two men head towards the bar. Seth goes prone and crawls right. The two men come in from the left and Seth swiftly moves to the front. As the man goes behind the bar, a mouse scatters across his foot.

"AH! Fucking rodents! I told Tico to call a fucking exterminator."

The two men walk off as Seth slides behind the bar. Once they're turned away, he crouches out of the club and to his car.

Later that night, Seth makes his way back home. Walking in to find everyone playing cards.

"Where you been? Figured you'd be back a little earlier." Said Cole.

"Work stuff. Charlotte, can we talk for a second?"

They walk to another room and Seth breaks down everything. After taking the pictures, he wired in on a call the driver made to pick up more product. Seth tailed him to a local gas station, where the driver went in through the back.

"Good work."

"I already gave Hunter a call. He gave the okay for a raid. Once we clear the spot, a narcotics team is gonna move in. Suit up."

Seth gets dressed, stepping out to flex in his gear.

"No lie, you look badass. How can I get set?" Asked Cole.

"If you don't mind getting shot at and doing hours of paperwork-"

"You lost me at paperwork."

Charlotte comes out from the other room with Shelly. She tied up Charlotte's hair to keep it out the way.

"Give your props to the lab geek for me. This fits pretty well."

"Christian does great work. You all set?"

"Uh huh."

Seth struggles to put on his utility belt, leading Charlotte to help put it on.

"Easy there, might give a fella the wrong idea."

Charlotte gives him a swift punch to the crotch, dropping him instantly.

"We'll be back. Come on doofus."

Charlotte goes outside while Seth eases up, still holding himself.

"Damn, she hit like a man."

Charlotte takes the wheel, going to Pinnacle Gas & Snacks, just off the highway. Once there, Charlotte parks at a pump. She looks around for civilians. A couple people in the store buying stuff.

"You sure this the right place?"

"The delivery truck is still here. You see it?"

"Yeah. When these people leave, I'm going in. I want you to watch the back door."

"Yes ma'am. Oh, don't forget your mask."

"I'm not wearing that dumb shit."

Seth shrugs and heads to his position under the cover of night. Charlotte tucks her gun and gets out the car. Smiling at others who exited Pinnacle. She takes one last look around before greeting the cashier. A young boy who looks to just be doing a job.

"How you doing?"

Charlotte smiles and flashes her badge.

"Hi, I'm going to need you to get your manager for me."

"Um, okay."

The boy goes back, leaving Charlotte at the counter. He reappears with an older gentleman.

"Hello. Jim Hatch. Is there a problem I can help you with?"

"Yes there is. I'm Officer Charlotte Flair, a government official here with news on drugs being run out of this gas station."

"I'm sorry but you must have the wrong place. I can assure the only drugs around here are being sold by those teens who loiter outside."

"So you won't mind if I take look in the back?"

"Excuse me, but I need to see a warrant."

"Excuse me, but I told you I'm here on government business."

"This is ridiculous, I'm calling the police. No way that badge is official."

Hatch goes around the counter to make his call. Outside, Seth sits on some milk crates with his mask on. The back door opens up and Seth ducks down. One man comes out with a large box, being the driver from earlier. Seth draws his gun.

"STOP WHERE YOU ARE RIGHT NOW!"

He stops as Seth makes his way over. A 6'10" muscular beast comes charging from inside. Giving Seth a boot the chest, sending him rolling across the ground. They all start running as Seth beeps Charlotte.

"Two of em out the back!"

Charlotte looks at Hatch who drops the phone and reaches under the counter. She vaults over, kicking Hatch in the face. She immediately cuffs him as two gunshots go off. The young boy ducks behind shelving to take cover. Charlotte is surprised by two bullets as she hits the door. She takes cover behind an ice machine.

"ARE YOU DUMBASSES REALLY SHOOTING AT A GAS STATION!"

She peeks out and a few more bullets hit the ice machine.

"I guess so." She groaned.

Seth sees the driver hiding being a broken pump. He goes running in at full speed. Jumping on his car, executing a roll and shooting the truck driver in the shoulder. Seth takes a revolver shot to his back, knocking him to the ground.

Charlotte charges from her spot, going straight for the big guy, who made his way back to the delivery truck. He opens the driver side door and she pops off a couple shots as he takes cover. She sends off a couple more shots, busting the window. He hurls his gun at Charlotte when she comes around and it smacks her hard. She drops her gun and grabs the left side of her face. The big man gets up and lifts Charlotte with ease. Throwing her back first onto the truck's hood.

Seth comes flying in with a knee to the face, knocking him off his balance. Seth goes in for a headbutt, but is gripped up by his physical superior. He hurls Seth to the concrete like an old toy. Charlotte jumps off the hood onto his shoulders and starts beating down on the top of his head with hard elbows. The constant hits send the big man to his knees, then the ground. With him finally unconscious, Charlotte collects herself as Seth runs over.

"Shit, your face!"

"Is it bad?"

"Nasty split on the cheek. Bloodshot eye. Its not, serious, but aint pretty either."

Seth pulls out first aid for Charlotte as police cars make their way over. Far from a clean bust. At least there we're no casualties. Narcotics came in and seized 12 pounds of Goldust from the back of the gas station. Way more than there was thought to be. Charlotte gets medical attention on sight and Seth drives them back home. They make it back where Shelly and Cole are waiting outside. Both in shock after seeing Charlotte's face. Shelly helps her inside while Cole sits with Seth on the step.

"That looks rough."

"She'll be okay. She's been through worse."

"Speaking of which, you sure this is something you want to keep doing?"

"I mean, I think about it every now and then. I actually got shot for the first time tonight. Even with armor it hurt like hell. Maybe I'm better off going back to the gym. Then I think about how much fun I have."

"Fun?"

"I get to hang out with two cool dudes. Made some new friends. I get to do stuff people only see in movies. If you asked me to do this job 20 years ago, I would of said yes without question. Even today, I still love what I do. Maybe I'm just a sucker for the action. If I die, then I'll die in a blaze of glory."

"More power to you my friend. Better get some sleep, we got a party tomorrow."