Bros with benefits - Toddlers at the FBI

18

Drake entered the dorm room with a folder in his hand. He was in the office that day and the boys called him almost immediately after leaving Pedro's.

"I haven't found much," he said low-spiritedly and threw the folder on their coffee table. "Pedro Ramirez, 28, only minor affairs with justice until now. I don't know how and when he became the main drug dealer of Shadowdale."

"If he is that, at all," Cato said. "I wasn't convinced today."

"I am pretty sure he is," Drake continued. "His circle of friends took a drastic change a few months ago. He's actually on the FBI's list of interests for a while now."

"Good, let's go and get him on Thursday," Cato rubbed his palms together.

"Or... we could get into the game and go after the men behind him," Grey opposed.

"It isn't a bad idea but shouldn't we update Damon and let him decide?" Thomas raised the question.

"I don't wanna run to papa everytime we have to face a decision," Grey said. "We should show him that we are capable of independent work. We can't always sit there and wait for him to give us tasks."

"I'm also not sure about Damon," Cato agreed. "What would he say anyway? This is our job, he would simply say, go get him. Wouldn't it be nice to take Pedro to him as a surprise?"

"Yeah, with a bow on his head, right?" Thomas mocked. He looked at Drake, who was silent. "What's your opinion on the matter, Drake?"

"I think we should arrest him on Thursday. This is a drug dealer we are talking about, not Saddam Hussein. Let's show Damon that we can take care of this."

"And what about catching the bigger fishes?" Grey asked.

"We have been working on catching the bigger fishes for months now, haven't we?" Drake answered. "They are in the city anyway, not in Shadowdale."

Grey thought about that for a second then nodded. Drake looked at Thomas.

"We live in a democracy, don't we?" he sighed. "Then the plan is to catch him on Thursday."

*

The plan was simple and they managed to perform it without any problems.

Cato and Grey went in. A few minutes later Drake rang the bell, then knocked out the guard. Thomas did the same at the back door. The guards got cautious in the office, that was the cue of Cato and Grey, who jumped up and disarmed the guards. A few seconds later Pedro faced four guns pointed at him.

Pedro was still sitting. He seemed too calm for someone about to get arrested, so Cato was prepared that he had a gun somewhere. But when he moved his hands, he started clapping.

"Great show, guys. I mean, wow!" he laughed.

The guys took a side look at each other.

"Matt, Luke..." looked Pedro at the boys in the middle. "Or should I say Grey and Cato? Did you really think that I was unaware of who you are? I mean, yeah, when I first heard about the FBI agent college boys, I thought it must be some urban legend, but then Cal, my poor friend, comes to me all excited about two buffed guys wanting to sell stuff. I was of course unsure first but the moment you stepped inside this room it was pretty obvious. Now put those guns down and talk a little."

"We are fine, thanks," Drake said.

"Oh, you must be Drake. It's funny how easy it is to connect the dots when you have a point to start," he giggled. "Anyway, I have an offer to you, not that you have much of a choice."

"Your men are down," Drake said.

"I don't really care about that. But the fact is that you are here and you want to arrest me but you have nothing against me," Pedro pursed his lips. "You could search this house, not like you are allowed to do that without a warrant anyway, but you would find nothing illegal. Maybe those guns in your hands, I don't know where my men get their toys. But those guns are having all your fingerprints on them anyway, so who knows, maybe you brought them with you to make us look guilty."

"What about that little black book of yours?" Grey pointed at the notebook on the desk.

"You mean my calorie diary? My doctor made me start it. Oh," he burst out laughing. "You thought I was writing down that Matt and Luke are gonna buy a bag of cocaine for cash? Do you think I'm stupid?"

Pedro turned to the relevant page.

"Starbucks coffee, 90 calories. I'm guilty... I like my coffee sweet."

"Cut the crap," Drake said. He was getting frustrated, as they were losing their control over the situation. "What do you want from us?"

"It's not about what I want from you, it is about what you can get from me," Pedro smiled. "You could stop harassing my good, working men and I could give you some information, which could help your job."

"You want us to believe that you will give us information, if we leave your men alone? This seems like a lie," said Cato.

"I want to draw your attention to the fact that until now I was the only one that was lied to. And still I'm the one with the guns in my face."

"So that is your offer? Leaving your crew alone and giving out your people for that?"

Pedro laughed again.

"They are not my people. They are hardly even bosses. And why should I care about anyone when my business will be booming?"

The boys had the same thought without saying a word: this just seemed like a trap but they were not in the position of doing anything else. They either took the agreement or not, but they did not have anything to take in Pedro upon.

"And how will we get that 'information'?" Drake asked.

"I'll have your number," smiled Pedro and he stood up. "If you excuse me I wanna go to the toilet. This was a lot of excitement and I have a little bladder. You know your way out."