Hello! I am the most horrible person in the world, I know. I haven't updated this in a while. But this chapter was hard for me, too, because I knew how to end it, but I didn't know how to get there in the first place... Anyway, I think I did okay. But, don't be afraid to tell me what you think!
Jenny and Mike walked up to the run down warehouse, giving each other a "here we go" look before opening the door.
They were told to gain some inside information on the Heraldo Monterro operation, where Jenny had a couple of trusted contacts. The point of tonight was to get Mike in on the inside, using Jenny's people skills. But they had to be careful, for these guys were told not to show mercy to anyone. If they made one mistake, things could end up in the hospital.
They climbed up the graffiti covered stairs up to the fourth floor, to find a couple of beefy looking Hispanic guys waiting for them. They both wore identical black shirts, which seemed at least five sizes too small for them, their gigantic muscles threatened to come lose at any moment.
"Hola, amigos!" Jenny greeted cooly. "It's been a while."
"A pleasure, as always, senorita." One of the guys said. The guy had a scar over his left eye, spreading from the top of his cheek up the top of his eyebrow.
The other man looked suspiciously over Mike, who felt incredibly small next to these two. "Is this the guy were telling us about?" He grunted, raising an eyebrow.
"Yeah, sorry," She placed a hand on his shoulder. "This is my friend, Mike. Mike, this Renaldo, and Buzz-kill." No one bothered to shake hands. The two bulky guys just grunted.
"Why did you bring this white-ass nobody to us?" The guy with the scar, otherwise known as Buzz-kill, asked.
"Now, now, Buzzy," Jenny cooed charmingly. Mike could definitely see the Briggs in her, with her overly calm attitude. "He may be white, but this guy's a crazy good shooter."
"So you said." Renaldo said. "Then, let's see you shoot." He tossed a handgun to Mike, and gestured behind them. They had set up a five beer cans on a bench about 50 yards away.
Swallowing thickly, Mike stepped up, and aimed the gun towards the beer cans. The two guys watched with a skeptical look in their eyes. Ignoring the pressure, Mike took a deep breath in, reminding himself that he could do this. Then, with a bang (no pun intended), the gun shot five bullets within milliseconds of each other. The beer cans fell to the floor with a metal clang. Jenny couldn't help but smirk.
"Impressive." Buzz-kill admitted begrudgingly. "So, you want part of this operation?"
Mike nodded, and gave him back the gun. "I hear there's an opening." He replied.
"Yeah, but Monterro only takes the best."
Jenny stepped up. "Buzz, enough with the games," She said. "Is he hired or not?"
"Not so fast." Renaldo crossed his arms. "Where you from?"
"Here." He answered. He was told by Jenny to keep his sentences short and to the point.
"So, then you know your way around. If someone were to give you an address or something, you would be able to find it, no problem?"
Mike nodded. Jenny rolled her eyes, tired of the interrogations. "There, we done with the preliminaries now?"
"One more thing." Buzz-kill produced a small kit from his cargo pants, and tossed it to him. Mike opened it up, but he knew what it was before seeing the contents. In the small kit, was a couple of needles and a thick piece of string, otherwise known as a heroin kit.
"Shoot up." Renaldo ordered.
"Whoa, hey," Jenny gasped. This had never been part of an initiation.
"What? Are you saying that you're only a dealer and you've never tested your own product?" Buzz-kill questioned, taking a step towards Mike.
"Well, yeah, but I just shot up like an hour ago." He defended.
Jenny tried to ignore the overwhelming feeling to do a face-palm. Why was he choosing now to become an idiot?
Renaldo roughly grabbed Mike's arms and looked them over. "Where are your track marks then, smart-ass?"
"Come on, guys," Jenny encouraged. "Forget this dumb-ass kid. I thought he had the chops for this job, but apparently I was wrong." She moved towards him, shooting a quick "I'm gonna kill you" stare.
"No," Renaldo pushed her out of the way. "This guy claims he's good enough for our operation, then he needs to prove it."
Mike's mind raced faster than a race car. Then, a thought crossed his mind, about something that happened when he first arrived at Graceland. "Alright, alright." He said, holding his hands up.
Ignoring the daggers that Jenny was sending, he walked to the table and started to cook. The two bulky men stood with their arms folded across their chest. Mike worked quickly and silently, mentally visualizing the steps on how to cook heroin in one of the many textbooks he had read back in Quantico.
Jenny tried to maintain her cool facade, but inside she was screaming. This guy was playing with fire. And not just any fire, he was freaking playing with an inferno with nothing but cloth gloves. If he screwed this up, it would be nearly impossible for them to get out alive.
Making sure they didn't see, he used what Donny, the previous owner of his room at Graceland, had used, a small rubber ball. Luckily, he had brought a ball with him, thinking that this would happen. Mike had to make sure that he did this right. Last time, someone attempted this, he was shot in the shoulder, and relocated to Miami. When the needle was ready, he placed the ball in the crook of his elbow, and stuck the needle in it, making it look like he was shooting up for real.
He threw his head back, his eyes fluttering closed and his mouth gaped open. "Oh, this is good stuff." Mike moaned in euphoria.
Renaldo and Buzz-kill exchanged glances. Jenny had to give him credit. He played up euphoria well.
Gently and carefully, Mike withdrew the needle and placed it on the table, and secretly palming the ball so it would slip down his green long sleeved shirt. It would've been perfect executed, if the ball had excreted the excess heroin, making a wet mark on his sleeve.
Renaldo noticed the wet spot before Mike did, and roughly grabbed his arm again. As Mike winced under the pressure, Renaldo discovered the ball under his shirt.
Buzz-kill pulled a gun from his cargo pants, and pointed it directly at his chest.
"Hey, wait a minute." Jenny said forcefully pushing her way past Renaldo, in order to place herself next to Mike. Meanwhile, Mike was utterly speechless as he raised his hands. "Look, this guy is a joke, I'll admit. It was my mistake, but let me take care of him, alright?" She pulled her own gun from the back of her pants. "Look, I've got my own gun. You don't want to get your hands dirty, do you?"
"I'm not going to let this pip-squeak walk out of here unharmed." Renaldo growled, not breaking eye-contact with Mike.
"Renny, come on. You trust me, don't you?" Jenny batted her eyes at him, hoping to woo him over.
He faltered for a bit, recalling the times that she had pulled him out of jams before. Slowly, he lowered his gun, sighing roughly.
"I don't." Buzz-kill answered, as he pulled out his gun and fired.
Jenny turned and screamed as she saw the bullet slice through Mike's abdomen. Mike blinked a couple times before realizing that he had been shot. He glanced down and saw the blood pooling on his shirt. As he fell to the floor, Jenny simultaneously aimed her gun at Buzz-kill's shoulder and fired. He screamed, as she turned and fired at Renaldo's shoulder as well.
Both men fell to the floor, as Jenny whipped around and kicked them both in the face, knocking them out cold. She took a moment to make sure they were out, before glancing worriedly over at Mike.
He laid on his back, a hand clutching the bullet wound. Jenny spoke quickly into her transmitter watch. "Guys, we have an officer down. Repeat; officer down. Shots were fired. Both criminals apprehended. Someone get me an ambulance." She fell to the floor next to Mike, feeling panic rise within her.
Mike looked at her, pain and fear were the only things that crossed his gray blue eyes. "You're okay, Mike." Jenny babbled, knowing that her voice was betraying her. She glanced down at his stomach. There was a lot of blood, some was even pooling on the floor around him. Jenny's heart stopped, but she forced a weak smile. "It's not even that bad." She lied. "You're going to be okay, Mike. Okay?"
She could see that Mike was slipping in and out of consciousness, probably due to the major amount of blood loss. "Oh, no you don't." She growled, slapping the side of his face. "Don't you dare sleep on me, dammit!" Jenny raised her arm to speak into her watch transmitter again. "WHERE THE FUCK IS MY MEDICS?!" She screamed. In the distance, she could a hear a few sirens going off. "See? Help is on the way. You're going to live, damn you." She felt tears flow down her face, but this was the one time she hardly cared.
Mike grunted, as if he wanted to say something, but found that he couldn't. His mind was mostly thinking of the pain in his lower abdomen, and concern for Jenny. He fought to remain awake, but was losing miserably, Jenny's voice becoming less and less clear. Soon, all of his strength disappeared and he succumbed to a deep sleep.
"Mike?" Jenny yelled in sheer panic. "Mike! Dammit, you answer me right now. You hear me? Mike?! MIKE?!"
I am a evil little girl, even though I'm 18...
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