In my last chapter there were some good questions...I intend to ignore all of them J/K those questions I had either considered and have something in mind, or had not considered and I'm gonna have to make something up along the way.
Burn Notice
Project: Endgame
Chapter 2 - Mission Accepted!
Michael arrived at one his friends favorite bars, somewhere in Miami.
Seeing Sam at a table in the back he approached, and sat down across from Sam, who had a half finished Mojito on the table.
"You won't believe what I found out about Ms. Mayfield." Sam said.
"Let me guess, you found something suspicious." Michael guessed.
"You better believe it, the alias 'Charlotte Mayfield' was linked to a super secret group known as 'The Trust'. They were formed by a rogue group of N.I.D. operatives." Sam explained. "You don't wanna know how many favors I had to pull to get this information."
"Where does Charlotte Mayfield fit in to all this?" Michael wondered aloud.
"This is where things got interesting. She lead the group after some of their key members went missing." Sam replied.
"You think she had them killed?" Michael asked.
"Who knows, she could have been in the right place at the right time." Sam guessed.
"Well, according to Barry, she's got some guys that set up shop here in town." Michael revealed.
"Gun runners? Jewel thieves?" Sam asked.
"They run an arcade." Michael said.
"And the Arcade is a front for. . . " Sam said expecting a dark, sinister venture.
"No idea, they might just be funding something else all together, they don't really know much about their employer." Michael explained.
"Are you going to go say hi?" Sam wondered.
"Barry had his guys set something up." Michael replied. "I'm gonna need you to take point on this."
"Sure thing, Mikey. What do you need?" Sam asked.
"You're my middle man. Sinister, paranoid." Michael replied.
"The calm before the storm?" Sam concluded.
Michael nodded. "Now your meeting is in two hours."
"Can do, Mikey." Sam said then took another sip from the glass on the table.
"I'll meet you back at the loft." Michael said then, excused himself.
Michael's Loft
A black Charger pulled into a run-down parking spot.
Getting out Michael noticed something was off about his door.
Upon closer inspection he finds something unsettling.
When you've spent enough time in covert intelligence, you develop a heightened sense of awareness, and you can usually tell when your base has been compromised. But when they do a sloppy job, they're either an amateur or they want to send you a message, either way, you usually don't have anything to worry about. Usually.
Opening the door, Michael saw the attractive blond woman sitting in his green chair.
"I let myself in, I hope you don't mind." the woman said, a yogurt in her hand.
"Help yourself to a yogurt." Michael said sarcastically.
Michael walked over to his fridge and got himself a yogurt.
"That reminds me." Michael said peeling the cover off the yogurt, and dipping his spoon in.
"We were never properly introduced." Michael smiled.
The woman looked down, then back at Michael.
"I'm Colonel Samantha Carter, from the United States Air Force." Carter said. "Have you considered our offer?"
In most cases it's not a good idea to show that you've committed to someone else's cause without enough of the right information. You usually have to get a little more out of them, and that often means you have to show your hand.
"I've already done some digging. She has some guys that set up shop here in Miami. A member of my team is going to a meeting with them." Michael revealed. "And Fi, she did a little digging on the operation that 'Athena's men have set up. Just in case, they want to play hard ball." Michael explained.
"Your team?" Carter asked defensively. "You didn't have clearance to . . ." Carter was cut off.
"You never said anything about clearance." Michael gleefully retorted.
Carter backed down, then looked towards the door.
"Who is she?" Carter asked indicating someone at the door.
Michael turned to see his old flame, Fiona.
"That, is Fiona." Michael continued what he was saying, only directed the remainder at Fiona. "Fi, what did you find?" Michael asked.
"Charlotte's boys got sloppy. They left a trail that any idiot could pick up on." Fiona said glaring at Carter.
Fi slapped a file down on the counter, Michael and Carter began to peruse the contents.
"This guy, he looks familiar." Michael said.
"He's Victor Price." Carter began. "He used to be a front man for the trust."
"So, that would give him a tie to Charlotte Mayfield." Michael began.
"It might." Carter surmised.
Michael stepped away from the counter to answer his ringing cell phone.
"Yeah, Mom."
Carter turned to Fiona.
Fi just stared back, untrusting.
Carter was about to say anything, but instead smiled, and kept her mouth closed.
After a few minutes Michael came back.
"Is there a problem?" Carter asked.
"My Mom is just looking for something." Michael replied.
Sam took a seat, and was offered a drink. Painfully he declined.
"So, Mr. Finley. What is it we can do for you?"
"Actually, Mr. Price, I need you and your boys to pack up and leave Miami." Sam said.
Victor let out a chuckle.
"Why would we do that?" Victor defensively asked.
"Because my employer now runs Miami." Sam pushed.
"Oh really? I had no idea that another arcade center was opening." Victor mocked
"There isn't, you're just going to pack up, and leave town." Sam said.
"And why would we do that?"
"Because my employer has plans, that you don't factor into. We can, of course, compensate you financially." Sam explained.
"How much money are we talking?" Victor asked.
When you're trying to lure your target into the open, the two options are throw around a lot of money, or make yourself look like a threat. In most situations, throwing money would be best. Most people send an assassin to deal with a threat.
"Two million." Sam offered.
"I may need time to consider your offer.
"In that case I'll need to contact my associate. No guarantees." Sam said, then stood, shook Victor's hand, and excused himself.
When you offer your competition a lot of money to pick up and leave, one of two things happens: They pick up and leave, or they talk to their boss. If they're loyal, they'll talk to their boss. This is where a G.P.S. tracking chip comes in handy.
Sam walked away, and passed a car, looked around and ducked.
Sam used this opportunity to plant the tracking chip. Then Sam got up, brushed himself off, and walked away.
Alright, that concludes Chapter 2, I hope you all enjoyed it, please don't forget to review or something. My improvement depends on feedback. I promise to make up coming chapter bigger, or better, which ever comes first.