SPIKES

Untitled Part 6

The three nominated Detectives had the same amount in days to create a crime, prime Thor to acknowledge his part in bringing to an end this crime, releasing a statement as to the undercover work that had gone into the investigations in conjunction with the FBI, prior to the intervention of so called Thor, and hopefully leading to the apprehension of others involved. Ryan Peters had decided to use the black roughly spoken genre more in line with the image of a Vigilante. The crime as suggested would be alleged people smugglers using their victims to unknowingly bring illegal weapons, {ie) guns, rifles and military style explosives into the Country for the use of criminal Mafia linked gangs. Detective Weldon looked back through his computer link to Interpol and pulled the pictures of three men and one woman from petty crimes committed in Eastern Europe over forty years previous. He then, through technology placed these heads on different bodies clad in clothes from the twenty first century, and even gave them Italian names to fit their new profile. Ryan decided not to publish any photographs of the New York Coast Guard approaching any vessels or indeed the New York State Coastline as these images would be known to too many people. They were ready to proceed but only when they had feedback from Charlie Delano now in Washington.                                                                                                   Agent Delano pressed floor sixteen on the Elevator key pad, you could go no higher. She walked to the fourth door on the right as she had done on many previous occasions, knocked and entered. "Hey Baby Girl" said the stunningly beautiful Afro-American woman sitting at her huge desk overlooking the Washington skyline. "Come in, come in it has been too long. Your phone call sounded very mysterious Charlie, I hope you are not in trouble? "I am personally fine JC" answered Agent Delano, "But I do need your help" "How serious are we talking" she said, "Do I order coffee or bring out the whiskey? "I think for now coffee would be fine" replied Delano. ""Ok, then the floor is yours Charlie" said JC. Charlie Delano outlined everything that had been spoken of in their meeting the previous day and their plans going forward, while Jocelyn Chabatti just listened with her mouth slightly opened. When she was finished there was a pause for more coffee before JC eventually asked the question. "So what do you want from me? "Our main problem JC is that within hours of the announcement on this crime someone in the so called SPIKES, if as we believe they are well connected, will make a call to someone in the FBI and we suspect the Mafia to confirm the crime and the fatalities. We just need to stall for two to three days, can you help? "If I do this you owe me Baby Girl" she said, "Let me make a phone call" And with that JC reached into a side drawer of her desk and produced a Cell Phone, put it onto speaker and pressed a number on speed dial. The phone rang two or three times and then Just, "Hello" "I wish to speak to Alejandro" said JC, "He is occupied right now, who is calling? asked the Italian sounding voice on the line. "Tell Alejandro Castigliari to put down his whore and come to the Phone" she answered, "Tell him it is JC" There was a moments silence before, "Jocelyn my dear you are disturbing my daily exercise, I can only say this better be important" said the voice of a man Charlie Delano recognized to be Don Alejandro the God Father of God Fathers in the North East of America. "Really? she said, staring at JC. "Alli" said JC, picking up the mantle, "I need a favor" and she proceeded to outline all that Delano had told her. "What I need from you is that if contacted by anyone regarding this issue, that you neither confirm nor deny any involvement on your side. Three to four days later I will personally recount any allegations made against your organization pointing to an undercover sting by the FBI." Following a pause for air he came back. "I don't know about this Jocelyn" he said, now dropping the JC as the situation became more important. "You don't know" said JC, "I don't know why the curtains are never drawn on the windows of Apartment 623 on the tenth floor of the Arcadia Building on Compton Avenue. That's what I don't know. He began to laugh out loud, "Now it has come to this, you are black mailing me. Very well consider it done, but remember we have a dinner date in New York in two weeks time and" "Yes, Yes" said Jocelyn interrupting, "I will be paying. Thank you old friend" "My god" said Charlie Delano, "You have a direct line to Alejandro Castiglari, what the fuck I think I need that Whiskey" As JC poured she outlined the premise of keeping your friends close but your enemies even closer. Alejandro is in fact a decent man. He has cut down the drug volume in the North East and made Prostitution for the girls a safer place to be and if he gives his word, his word is law" "Was he having an affair in that apartment? asked an intrigued Delano. "No not at all" answered JC, "It is a counting room for money laundering, and is of no interest to us. Now cheers Baby Girl"                                                                                                               Charlie Delano E-mailed a simple, Job done, good to go, message to Manny Rodriguez and made her way to Washington International and the journey south to New York, but not to rest and meet up with the rest of her team. No, Delano was heading for Jacob Clark's apartment and more of the same from their last encounter, and Jacob was only to willing to oblige. On her arrival there was soft music playing, candles on the table, a red wine induced Beef Bourguignon with all of the trimmings and a disgustingly handsome Heart Surgeon in a strangely feminine apron as the master of ceremonies. What more could a girl want? The wine was incredible, the meal fantastic, the atmosphere superb, but the desert was of another universe. This Heart Surgeon must have majored in women's requirements and how to supply them. He would lie talking in a whisper for half an hour or so his fingers moving all over her body, a simple frequent kiss heightening her desire, then he would make his move. Ten to fifteen minutes later he would stop and just like the rewind button on your TV he would start all over again. This process continued until four in the morning then and only then he increased his tempo bringing this amazing night to a climax. In the morning as Delano prepared to leave she knew from past experiences that this was something special, there was genuine feelings exchanged on both sides. As she descended the stairs to the main lobby a sobering thought crossed her mind, "Had Jacob not left the family home only six months previous then he to would be lying in the City Morgue with some lunatic's initials scratched somewhere on his body"                                                      Detective Manny Rodriguez was sifting through every detail of their upcoming sting. He knew that the SPIKES would not come screaming through their computer screens claiming responsibility for something they had not done. All they needed was for one of their members to break rank, panic and confront this upstart who would claim to be masquerading in their unique style of justice. Just one and the rest would follow and all of this was required to happen within the next three day's. The team had dismissed the idea of Thor becoming real as this would mean eventually taking part in a real crime situation, possibly even murder and that just could not happen. Therefor the critical time of three days would be the beginning or the end of their investigation. "Question? said Clarence Weldon, "Did you know that in every crime where the so called SPIKES have claimed responsibility someone had gone missing" "Elaborate? said Rodriguez. "Well" replied Weldon, "I have been looking into 80% of the Vigilante acts credited to the SPIKES over the past ten years and on every occasion a family member of one of the victims has mysteriously gone missing., never to be found again. There seems to be no particular gender preferences in these abductions, only to say that all were under the age of thirty, a son or daughter, niece or nephew, aunt or uncle. There are nine in total, what do you think? "I think you have just laid another pile of shit at our already overcrowded door step Weldon. Why would they abduct people, it seems completely out of kilter. I need idea's people" "Possibly a safety mechanism, a bargaining chip in case they are caught" said Gena Pollock. "These so called SPIKES as we have already established are high ranking individuals" said Rodriguez, "They do not expect to be caught and where on earth do you keep nine people for ten years, it would seem to me an awful lot of trouble for nothing. When these three days are over, whatever the outcome we will need to inform the powers that be of our finding. These individuals must be found. Ok, are we all agreed that first thing tomorrow morning we go live with Thor. I will release a statement to the press outlining what he has done against the crime committed. Before and after we speak to no one. We will act swiftly on any response but only if it sounds viable we must disregard cranks, of whom there could be many, very quickly, and in the circumstance of no leads whatsoever then we will meet again three mornings from now to discuss the way forward. Is there anything else?                                                                                                                                                             Leslie Santori gave a slight lifting of her right hand, "Yeah Detective I have something" she said. "Can you make it quick? said Ryan Peterson, "I have a man, no a God, who isn't a man nor a god, to prepare for a crime which is not a crime but a fictitious mock up of one, do you feel me?     "Shut up Peterson" barked Rodriguez, "Carry on Santori" She began by distributing two photographs to all present. "These are pictures taken from two different exhumations with death three years apart. On the left we have Chloe Reynolds a single mother who was facing trial for the eighteen year imprisonment of her daughter Sabrina. When the child was discovered she was emaciated and weighed only four stone, she could not speak and could barley walk. She was living in a basement covered in her own excrement. You will note the letters G,R scratched on her forehead. The initial reference to this was that it was a Tattoo, but now with the skin removed it is clear that the letters were cut through the skin and into the bone. In the other image we have Troy Benedict one of three men hunted by the NYPD for the recruitment of under aged boy's and girls as sex objects for some depraved individuals. The SPIKES killed all three along with three years later Chloe Reynolds. Hacked out on the ankle of Troy Benedict were the letters T,B,B with letters already know to us carved onto both his cohorts. Therefor of the six members of the SPIKES we now have the initials of five. If I may make an observation, could it be that the missing initials are possibly that of their leader who takes no part in their crimes, only setting the targets" "That is great work Santori" said Rodriguez, " I take on board your observations, they are certainly food for thought".