Song Legendary by Welshy Arms

The body lay on the ground with a gunshot to the head. The pistol laid on the ground. Damon couldn't have pulled the trigger and killed him. After all, he was the source; who was going to break the gun running story wide open for him? Sirens roared in the distance as the police cars and FBI agents came to a screeching halt outside the warehouse. He darted out the doors with all his might. Had he been framed for murder that he didn't commit? He thought to himself. FBI agents pursued him down the narrow streets of the city. He ducked into an alleyway between two of the buildings, so he could think fast. 

He remembered what his source had told him over the phone earlier in his office. Come alone, I'll be waiting down at the harbor at the warehouse. There was no doubt in his mind that the FBI and Police wouldn't believe that he didn't kill his only source, Plus he was the only one standing there. He knew that he couldn't go back to his house; it would be the first place they would look for him. Had his phone been bugged at his office,he knew that he was taking a big risk with this story that he was about to break open on the Russian mafia running guns.

FBI agent Kane Tucker without hesitation drew his suppressed Glock 21, as his eyes darted back and forth, searching where Damon might have. He couldn't have gone, his vehicle was still parked outside. He thought it was strange that he would leave the gun laying on the ground, and not clean his prints off it.It was job to bring him to be questioned.

How many times had he gone after the truth as a journalist in exposing corruption in the highest echelon of the government? It didn't matter, he did whatever it took. Too many times to count, he knew, but in the end, it was worth it. Politicians had lied to the people before and covered it up. This was no different, he thought to himself.

"I didn't kill my source why I would, he was going to provide with intel on the gun running," Damon shouted, as he fidgeted.

"Maybe you argued about the money he wanted for the information and you got greedy. It happens all the time," FBI agent Tucker stated in a firm tone.

He wasn't going to surrender to the FBI for a murder that he never did, and why he would get greedy for it. After all, the source had never asked for money just for him to come alone. Although he was strange how fast the FBI had gotten to the warehouse, it was like they gotten an unexpected phone call tipping them off to his location. His only option was to try to figure out who had framed for murder?

"Greedy what the fuck do you know about Journalist agent Tucker, I'm never greedy. It's my job as a journalist to expose the corruption," Damon scowled.

"There's nowhere to go Damon, let us take you and we will sort this out after we interrogate you," FBI agent Tucker told him.

There's no chance that he was going to let them take him  into be questioned. He kept going over his mind about everything that he knew about the story he was working on and his source. Yes, he went looking for trouble, but it was his nature and he loved the chase of a story. That's what made him a good journalist. Had he gone too far with it, maybe he did, but then whoever didn't what about Bob Woodward and Carl Bernstein Deep Throat in the Watergate scandal.

He had never used guns before in his life; he left that up to his best friend, Eric. He wondered what Eric would have done here if it was him. Knowing him, he would have gone out in shootout trying to avoid The FBI for one thing. There was no reasoning with this FBI agent at all. From his peripheral vision, he saw that he was cornered, and that agents were getting closer.

"Journalists are always greedy Damon, you should know that," FBI agent Tucker told him, as he pulled the trigger on his pistol and fired a shot toward smacking the asphalt near Damon.

One of the agents suddenly appeared behind him, aiming his Beretta at him and shouted. " Don't move or try to run your corner Mr. Bryant."

"Listen, I get to make one phone call to my lawyer and I know my rights agent Tucker."

Agent Tucker nodded as he walked Damon over to their black sedan, and grabbed the door, shoving him back in the seat with two agents in black suits and neat crew cut hair. Damon glanced at the agents in the back as agent Tucker closed the door behind them. A few minutes later he slid into the driver-side and closed his door. If he was going to get out of this hopley the one call he would make would be to Eric, and that was the best chance he knew.

They drove down through the streets of Manhattan, passing the Mets museum and office buildings along the way. Just remain calm, he told himself. He remembered what had told him one time when they had met at a shooting range.

"When you're in a tight spot stay calm,  and cold. Get emotional and you get dead. Cold blood gets out of jams."

They drove down into an underground parking garage that looked like a federal building, and pulled into a parking lot. Agent Tucker stepped out as the agents climbed out and led Damon to a private elevator. The doors opened and they walked in. After that,they strolled out  down the the corridor where the agents were wandering back and forth between desks and on the phone.

Damon figured he'd must be in one of the FBI field offices, he dealt with federal agents when he was investigating for one of his stories for the New York times, None of this was making any sense to him of why they went greedy and killed his only source. Agent Tucker led him over to one of the interrogation rooms, as he grabbed the door and opened it.

Inside the room was a large table with one chair on the other sides and two in front of it. He walked around,sat down as he glanced around the room at the Federal agents standing there.Agent Tucker made his way over to the chair across the table as he sat down giving Damon the once over.

"You know what it looks to me Mr. Bryant, you brought a gun off the street probably from a dealer and then you killed your source because he was going to demand more money," Agent Tucker Stated.

"I've already told you agent Tucker I never get greedy and he never asked for money," Damon scowled.

Agent Tucker nodded as he spoke. " Yes, but you could easily have wiped your prints off the weapon before we got there."

It finally dawned on him that agents didn't care if he didn't kill his source. They were convinced that he was their suspect and that he had done it. His world had come to a crashing halt now. He was sure that his career was, he remembered that he had given Eric the disc for safekeeping in case something happened to him.  There was something about agent Tucker he couldn't quite put his finger on yet.

"When I got to the warehouse he was already dead and the gun was on the ground. So there was no way I killed him," Damon snapped in a harsh tone.

Agent Tucker gestured for one of the agents to bring the iPad with Damon Bryant files on it over to him, and the agent did so. He clicked on the screen as the file immediately appeared on the screen. He scrolled up the screen and says. "So do you want to tell me why you were in St. Petersburg for?"

Damon thought for a moment, Yes, he had been to St. Petersburg when he'd traveled with Eric, when he had met with a Russian diplomat there. Where was all this going or headed? He thought to himself? It was time to make his one phone call that he was allowed. They were trying to corner him, make him confess to something never he did.

"I'm going to need to make that phone call,"he told agent Tucker.

"You can use the phone out in the corridor,we'll wait in here for you," Agent Tucker told him.

Damon rose from where he was sitting as he strode out of the interrogation room and made his way over to the phone attached  to the wall. He picked up the receiver and entered a ten digit encrypted secure number that Eric had given him in case he needed help or was in trouble.