"Just a littlllle. There you go."

"How many of the men can you see?"

"Yeah. 3, 5.....wait! They seem..different. Hold on, there may be customers inside."

" What? Jackson! You said they will be closed by now? JACKSON!!"

"That's what I knew."

"I thought you were dead."

"Lemmi clarify. I have my eyes right where, Will's eyes are. Now let's concentrate on the mission, shall we?"

"Will, how many customers could you find? Give me the exact details."

"Right. There are two suited men couched on the sofa, drinking off large beer glasses."

"Details. I like that. Now, don't roll your eyes, let me have a look at their faces.........They ain't customers, Will."

"What do you mean, Jackson?"
"Thompsons, I know these  poop shaped faces. They are the Cullens. One of the big cheeses in this business. They are here probably, finalizing a shady deal."
"So, what now?"

"Yes, from my side."
"I will go with this douche, beside me this time."

"Fine! I am going in."

Jacob adjusted his gun as he tiptoed through the deemed lights of the entrance of the small club, as Will, scanned through the surrounding inside the club from a surveillance van standing at a distance from the club, by cracking through the security cameras inside the place. Will, is the one who is responsible for the purely technical jobs in various undercover missions and sting operations by the government. Jackson stayed up with Will, inside the van, sipping from a cup of coffee, leaning towards the back seat. Although, Will did not really welcome his company, but Jackson knew the big cheeses of the business and he did not mind lending a help.

Jacob tip toed into the main area, illuminated with lights of any color but white, which held an empty dance floor and few men standing at odd corners and a bartender, cleaning up the piles. He turned his head towards his shoulder, as three more of his partners took their positions, ready to perform the ambush.

Jacob whispered through his earpiece: We are going in."

"Copy that"

Jacob left out a breath and made the first trigger through the bar, breaking the glass of the shelf holding costly drinks. With immediate effect to that, the men casually loitering inside the place, pulled out their guns, pointing towards the direction of the gunshot and shot through the air, besides running to find a cover, behind bars and couches. Unprepared to the sudden shootout, the two men couched in the sofa stood up to their places in a panic and managed to collapse behind the sofa, trying to safe themselves from the random flying bullets. Within a fraction of seconds the place was filled with gunshots from every hidden corner of the room and the smell of smoke as the force finally succeeded to walk into the territory and take their positions.

After a few hours, the police car pulled over as Jacob walked inside the department followed by one policeman holding a man, in tight grip, who failed to flee from the area of attack. They walked straight inside as everyone inside the place got distracted from their work and followed them through their stares.

A couple of minutes later;

Jacob stood by the door of the interrogation room with hands in his hips, breathing heavy. He drank the glass of water in a single gulp, which was kept by the table near the door. Clare walked up and climbed up the table and sat, with her leg swinging.

Clare: What's the progress?

Just then, Madeline walked up to them.

Jacob: Let, Mr. Alvarez allow me to use my gun inside that damn room. I'll let you know the progress then.

Clare: That hard?

Jacob: He won't utter a single word.

Madeline: Harsh lessons of loyalty, I guess.

Jacob: The omerta to be more accurate.

Clare: Let's get to Will. If he is able to scribble out something on him.

Jacob nodded to her words.

Will(one hand across his chest and the other held to his chin, delicately using his fingertips to rub his chin, he kept his eyes narrowed, into the computer screen, with a subtle crease in his eyebrows): From everything I have found, he seems new. Because, his tracks shows nothing but some recent activities. The two other guys, that got killed today, are young and fresh, as well. 

Clare: Hm. Seems, their training starts with resistance building, towards drinks and chicks at the club. Sober much for a scum. 

Will: Time will say that, I guess. I have fetched a photo of the club, activities two days ago.  and there he is...

Will zoomed the image as Madeline leaned towards the screen

Madeline: Zoom to his hand for once, please.

Madeline: What kind of bracelet is he wearing? 

Will: Not just him. All of them are.

Jacob: He still had it on, when we brought him here. Shit!

Clare looked up at Jacob: Don't tell me it's....

Jacob rushed towards the interrogation room as Clare and Madeline followed him, matching his pace.

Jacob banged the door open to find the man trying to pull out the bracelet with his teeth, from his right hand, handcuffed to the table.

Jacob: WAIT!!

The man looked up at Jacob, but before Jacob could do anything, further, he gulped the little pill attached to his bracelet and  fell unconscious from his chair.

Jacob rushed towards him, and helplessly kept staring at the unconscious man, as Madeline rushed to make a call.

Jacob:(sigh) How did I miss this?

Clare bent down on her knees and placed her fingers on his neck. She studied his breath and let out a deep sigh.

Jacob: Get him to the hospital. We don't have time to spare.

Clare: He's dead.

Jacob: What? No. He...he just gulped it maybe a few seconds ago.

Clare looked up at Jacob: That's enough for the poison to take over his body.

Jacob: Just....try....Argh! I'll call the ambulance.

Clare: Jake, that won't help.

Madeline walked in the room, after she completed the call: I have informed about the incidents. The body will be taken for the autospy.

Jacob: NO! He, needs to be saved.

Madeline: Jake, it's already too late.

Jacob: NO! Not after everything. We were just(pointing towards the body)this far from reaching that bastard! He can't just....

Madeline: Jake, calm down. There was nothing we could do. This isn't the only thing.

Jacob took a look at the body and walked out of the room, without a word, banging the door behind him.
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"Boss, we found a match!They seem pregnant."

Corvett: Are you confirmed?

"Yeah. They are pregnant."

Corvett: Lovely. Just the kind of payback, I need, against the destruction of my property.

"Are you sure? You want to go behind him? We may drag some unwanted attention towards us."

Corvett: I am not in the mood of answering. Do what I say, if you want to wake up the next morning.

"I am just pointing out the cons."

Corvett: I don't need your suggestions. I AM THE BOSS. DON'T YOU FORGET.

"....yes, boss."