"You must be Michael,"
William Butler:
Rookie.
"Call me Will."
"Okay, Will, so I'm going to need the details." Both men sat with their arms crossed and resting on the bar.
"We're going in deep cover, posing as Russians inside the organization." Will reached inside his inside jacket pocket. He pulled out passports and drivers licenses with Michaels picture on them. "You, are Mikhail Lebel, and I am Leonid Koserski."
"Mikhail Lebel?"
"I don't choose the names." Michael and Will both casually looked around scanning the crowd.
"So how are we going in?"
"The supposed leader of the organization, Sadko Botkina, is having some of the lower ranked Russians, brought in to Miami from Russia. We're just going to come in at the same time." Will took out a manila envelope and passed it to Michael. He leafed through it seeing pictures of Sadko Botkina, and random information.
"And this Sadko Botkina doesn't have any list of the newbie's coming in from Russia?"
"It's not safe to keep all those names in one place. He won't even know there's a couple extra."
"So how long will this op take?
"If we're lucky a couple months. You know how it goes. You have to wait for the right time to strike."
"Yeah. What dialect are we talking here?"
"Central."
"Okay. How fluent are you with your Russian."
"Good enough."
"Good. Now, when do we make our first appearance?"
"Three days."
"Three days?"
"I know it's fast but that's when the Russians get here and we need to be there from the start to sell this."
"Alright. I'll get up to date on our new 'boss' then." Michael stood from the barstool. "We'll be in touch?"
"Yes." And with that Michael took the file, and new identification papers and left.
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"Michael did you meet Will yet?" Jeremiah asked over the phone.
"Yeah, and I got the case file."
"Good, but Michael this is deep cover. That means no visits to your mom, you can't stay in the same place, and no contact with your friends."
"I know what deep cover is, Jeremiah. And what tells you I have friends?"
"How else would you still be alive?"
"Right. I'll start looking for a new place for the op."
"Michael, don't blow this."
"When have I ever blown anything?"
"We both remember Dublin."
"That wasn't my fault."
"You got too attached to that Irish girl. You weren't at your best."
"Goodbye Jeremiah."
"Start packing." Jeremiah hung up the phone.
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Michael loaded his suite case into the back of the charger. He didn't need much because all he could take were guns and clothes. Nothing personal.
Michael drove away from the loft, and off to start living as Mikhail Lebel. After a quick stop that is.
Slamming the charger door Michael walked into his mother's kitchen. Maddie was sitting at the table smoking a cigarette when Michael walked in.
"Michael! Thank God you're all right! Oh, I was so worried! Where did those men take you?" Madeline ran over and hugged her son.
"Ma, they just took me to be interrogated. Everything's fine now."
"I'm so glad you're home!"
"Mom, can you sit down."
"Michael, what's wrong?" Maddie looked at her son as she sat at the kitchen table.
"I can't stay." Michael said quietly.
"Well when will you come back?" Maddie's voice was worried.
"I don't know Ma. A few months maybe."
"A few months! You just got back! Where are you going?" Madeline's voice got louder as she started to get angry.
"I can't tell you. But I wanted you to know before… I left again."
"When are you leaving?" Her voice was quieter now.
"Now."
Madeline's heart dropped. She could barely stop herself from crying. Michael hugged her, as she walked over to him.
"Mom, is Fi still staying here?"
"Yeah, she's in the working on something with Jesse."
Michael headed for the garage door. "Bye mom."
"Goodbye Michael."
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The garage door opened and in walked Michael. Fiona and Jesse looked up from the blueprints they were studying.
"Michael."
"Hey, Mike."
"Hey." Michael said awkwardly. He walked over to the table they were sitting at and stood newt to them. "Turns out I'm going in deep cover. I'll be gone for a couple of months."
"When are you leaving?" Jesse asked. He knew better than to ask about the operation.
"Well I need to find somewhere to stay, and I'm already packed, so now."
Fiona avoided eye contact with Michael. "Then you should get going."
"Yeah I should."
"Hey thanks, man." Jesse held out a hand to Michael.
"Yeah, no problem. Bye Fi." Michael felt bad about leaving her, after everything that had happened with Vaughn, but he'd be back.
"Bye." Fiona muttered.
"Where's Sam?" Michael made his way towards the door.
"He was on his way here right now." Jesse said.
"Alright."
"Hey," Jesse said as Michael walked outside. "Don't get yourself shot." Michael smiled and walked out the door.
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Sam pulled into Michael's childhood home just as he was opening the car door.
Sam hopped out of his car and walked to where Michael was standing. "Hey, Mikey are free to help us on this job?"
"I can't Sam, I'm leaving."
"Now?"
"Yeah. This operation's deep cover and I need to go find somewhere to stay."
"For how long?"
"A couple months."
Sam let out a long whistle. "Alrighty then."
"Bye Sam."
Sam awkwardly hugged Michael before he could leave.
"See you in a couple of months brother."
"Yeah, see you then." Michael closed the charger door and turned on the car.
"Hey, and don't you try and get out of coming back by getting yourself killed!"
Michael laughed. "Don't worry Sam."
And off he drove, to leave it all behind for a fake name, and a bunch of Russians.
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