Undercover

3

4 years ago

Detective y/l/n and Juestes were now sitting in a car together. They were on their way to a location, where she is supposed to meet others. They surprisingly got along pretty well, talking and laughing in their car together.

"Tell me your Story." Ben ordered.

"I'd prefer keeping my private life to myself, but my family was always in this business. So basically I was born into it. Yet I worked my way up to this position."

"Oh I see" he looked into her cleavage.

"Not that way, darling. Let's just say not everyone came out alive" she smiled and looked back at the street.

"Shit! Didn't expect that from a girl like you" he laughed while he pulled out a cigarette for him and her.

After fifteen minutes they finally arrived at an empty building. He suggested her to enter first as they met a large man in the first room they came in. Turned out that they called him trituradora. Interesting.
And then, after passing dozens of rooms and meeting several new people, y/n and Ben entered a large hall with several mattresses on the ground. There were bags with girl clothes, but also a few bags of clothes for men. Many of those who sleep in that hall were currently resting, others were outside, working. Y/n checked out every door and every position of those who had large automatic rifles. When Ben pushed a door on the other side of their entry, y/n saw dozens of older men and younger girls, a lot of alcohol and lines of cocaine, the smell of marijuana and tabacco. Just how she imagined how it was going to be. But no familiar face so far.

Y/n wasn't sure if there is going to be anyone who could recognize her. She isn't that big deal like how detective stabler was, or Olivia benson. Also nick is a big talk. But y/n tried to avoid troubles at work.

When she stepped deeper into the room, many faces were directed at her. But people quickly lost interest when they noticed that she is not there to party. Not yet.

"Compañero! She is here." Ben stepped over to an older but shorter looking man. He wasn't their boss, y/n could tell, but he got direct contact to him. A young girl, around 19 was clutched in his arm, she had red lipstick on and a tight dress, she was working for him.

"Ah Bellour. We finally meet in person. We heard your name a lot in from our informer from the internal department ." Him and y/n were on eyesight, he had two different eye colors, one brown and the other one green. A scar was tracing along his left side of his face, a tattoo of a tear under his eye. He gave her his hand and she shook it, not breaking eye contact.
"What brings you here?"

Hers and Jason's plan was it to free hostages one after another, until they have enough evidence to bring them all behind bars with a severe punishment. But this was going to take its time.

"Could I have a drink?"

"Donna, go get her a glass of scotch." He pointed at a free couch, a bit more on the back of the room. A small table was infront of it. There was marihuana and a few lines of white powder.

"How should I call you?"

"I go with Armando." He rolled a one hundred dollar bill and leaned foreward to inhale one line.

The girl, Donna, returned with a glass for her, but wanted to leave him when Armando grabbed her by her hips and pulled her back to his lap. Y/n felt angry, boiling inside her.

"You want?" He harshly asked while leaning back on his seat. "What are you doing in New York?" He sipped from his glass.

"Im here for you actually. I want to make you an offer. It's like a trade. The police already knows my name and I don't have many men here. It's not like I need them, but we can't be careful enough can we? I know how I can get things over here, a secret, which is going to stay one. I can also see that you don't have any women in your team, isn't it time for one?"