There's an old saying that says "what doesn't kill you makes you stronger". Working as a spy that phrase has a literal meaning, every mistake can easily lead you to a violent death or what is worse to a failure that could result in the death of many innocents. So when you make a mistake you either find your way out of the mess you got yourself into and get wiser, or you give up and die.
My first mistake was to have a fight with Fiona, while chasing the people that burnt me I got her and the rest of my friends in a dangerous position, we came out fine but in spite of my apologies she chose to spend the night in a hotel far from my loft. The problem with your girlfriend moving in is that you get used to her presence and miss her even more when she leaves. We would be fine, it's not the first of our fights and if I come out alive from this one it won't be our last.
That leads to my second mistake. Sam told me the daughter of one of his buddies had been assaulted by a small gang that worked for a drug and war lord named Javier Maldonado. Apparently it was their inciation rite to abuse a prostitute but one of the new guys thought it would be better to take the first girl that came out of a random club.
Sam persuaded his friend not to go after them in a killing spree by promising him we would make sure those punks got into jail; it was hard enough to stop Fi from blowing them up as well. I took the job hoping to stop a bloodbath and getting into Fiona's good side.
The plan was simple; I would set a meeting with these guys offering them a better job for the new bad guy in town, Chuck Finley, who would promise them twice the money they got now if they helped him get rid of their current boss. We would pretend to get into a gun fight and when Maldonado saw these guys betrayed him they would have to choose between ratting out to the FBI and go to a maximum security prison or get killed by their boss.
And here is my third mistake, I was supposed to play the part of the pawn at the bottom of the chain in command and therefore harmless messenger, I had to simply talk to the gangsters explaining Finley's offer in the most convincing way I could. If they took the bait tomorrow Sam would play the uprising drug lord while Fi and Jesse would be his second and third in command. It was supposed to be a simple introduction so I went alone, after years of simple plans turning complicated in a blink of an eye I should have known better.
In the meeting I was confronted by the five of them, the biggest one was trice my size as he told me:
-"What's your name kid?"-
-"I'm Brian and I'm no kid, I'm older than you. Look I'm here to talk about business"- I said pulling my low life scumbag act. In spite of all it is refreshing to put yourself in another man's shoes even if it is someone like Brian, I bet a guy like him wouldn't get problems with women other than getting money for a strip club.
-"I know, you work for a guy named Chuck Finley right?"- The fat guy smirked, this wasn't good.
-"Yeah, and if you have a little brain you'll take it, my boss treats his buddies well but he has no patience with the ones that turn him down. You get to choose". – I shrugged and searched for a way out; I chose a public park in brought day because it is less unlikely to get shot if you run away.
-"It is a nice offer but mister Maldonado is not happy with this kinda deal, so instead of we joining your boss how about you join ours?- He discreetly pulled a gun from his front pocket and pointed at an SUV, the other guys surrounded me, running wasn't an option so I had no choice to climb up their vehicle.
-"This is how it's gonna be kiddo, you lead us to your boss and help us kill him, give me all the information you have on this Finley dude. Once he's dead you're in, but first there is of course a little rite of passage so to speak, get right through it and you'll have the right to call yourself a man."- The way he smiled made me sick.
So here I am, forced to commit a rape and lead my friends into a trap. To make things worse they stripped me and took away my phone, then they made me use a red t shirt and black pants, their uniform.
My only option was to get the hell out of there and warn my friends, I pretended to like their plan. Brian would have easily betrayed his employer after all he was tired of being the dumbest of the crew, he would fit in with these assholes. Two of them watched over me pointing a gun towards my face while the other three went "out for a hunt". At five am they came in all smiles dragging a petite brunette with a bag over her head.
-"Welcome to the big leagues kid. If you wanna pull the deal with the big boss you gotta prove you're a man, cause we don't take in fags if you know what I mean. Now show this bitch who's boss"- He took me by the arm and pushed me towards the girl, she looked at me with her big brown eyes filled with tears and begged: -"Please sir don't hurt me, please I beg you"- Whatever I did to get away it had to involve getting her out of here as well.
I jumped at her and told her to get out of here at my sign, my only hope of survival was to play the surprise element and strike fast before they could strike back, if I got out of there without tuning into a bullet deposit I'll be lucky.
I gave her the command and hoped she found the way out fast, I subdued the guy in my right as fast as I could, stole his gun and pointed it at the big fat one, seemed to be the one in charge. Having leverage over him would give me some control over the others. Out of nowhere came a little dagger that stuck in my opponent's eye, he fell backwards and after a seizure he died. I turned to were the little object came and saw the girl staring back at me, covered in blood like the rest of the room and an expression of evil in her eyes I have never seen before.
Larry once told me he had seen people so evil he no longer qualified them as humans but as a new species, true monsters that escaped all logic or theology. After I knew just how evil Larry was the thought of someone much worse than him became impossible, but now I had one of those creatures in front of me.
This monster came in the most deceiving package, a small pretty brunette with fair skin and dark brown eyes; she smiled at me sweetly as I faked enough bravado to ask
-"Who are you?"-
-"Delilah Jones. And you? I warn you that if you lie you'll join these guys, are we clear?"-
Delilah Jones, monster.
I told her my name, keeping calm. It's not like I got so used to these kind of situations that I don't feel fear anymore, I fell fear most of the times like any other normal human being would, I only learned to hide it well and of course not let it stall me.
We were seizing each other out, unsure whether to strike or negotiate, that's the last thing I remember before the lights went out.
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Fiona paced over Michael's loft, for starters he wasn't there. He was supposed to go to a meeting this afternoon but she never heard from him again, she felt foolish for not checking in on him because of her pride.
She had called from her hotel with the excuse to arrange the final details from their upcoming job; all she really wanted was to hear his voice. When he didn't answer she got worried and went to the loft only to find it empty.
She called him again over and over until she got a response, a delicate female voice said cheerfully –"Michael Westen's phone"-
-"Who are you?"- Fiona said shocked
-"One of his new friends and you are?"-
-"His girlfriend! For now… pass him over the phone"- jealousy was getting the better of her already
-"Can't do. He's tied up for the moment"- And stuck in the trunk of my car Delilah thought
-"Where are you? I might pay you guys a visit"- Fiona faked friendliness, she was already triggering the tracker on Michael's phone
-"We're on a party in a buddy's house but things got a little out of hand so we're leaving, don't worry if he behaves as a good boy I'll send him to you tomorrow morning in one piece. I promise I'll feed him, take him for a ride and set him to bed early you have my word sweetheart, bye!"- Delilah smirked the last words and hung up this was getting fun.
Fiona gathered all her C4 and armor she could put into her car and sped up, she swallowed her pride and called Sam. "If he behaves as a good boy I'll send him to you tomorrow morning in one piece" sounded like a kidnaping. Michael was either taken by an unknown and dangerous woman or in an escapade with his new mistress, ether way he was in grave danger because if it turned out to be the second option she would make him wish it was the first.