Sunshine

29- Blueberries

Marco's POV

"He's on his was to the lobby now." Miguel speaks through the coms from the van. "4 minutes starts...now."

"Simon, Alexander how's it coming?" I ask through my mic as I lean against the outside wall of the restaurant.

We had hours to perfect this plan and if it doesn't go as plan I will lose my shit more than I already have.

"2 down." Simon grunts.

Right now Alexander and Simon are half a block away handling Koch's security as Miguel monitors the cameras.

I hear a grunt and a groan through the coms, "My dick is off limits." I hear Alexander groan before what sounds like a thud, and I mentally wince.

Miguel snickers, "He got you good." He saids looking at what I assume are the cameras.

"Focus." I whisper.

"4 down 1 to go. How much time we have left little brother?"

Miguel sighs, "A minute and 5 seconds. I hacked into the elevator system to slow him down, but he's now walking out into the lobby. And for the last time Alex we're only 3 minutes apart."

I peak my head through the glass doors to see Koch walking out of the elevator looking  frustrated at his phone; the worry lines between his furrowed eyebrows give it away as he picks up a call.

"His securities down. We're bringing the van to you."

Now is the part where I have to sedate Koch when he steps outside while they bring the van to the alley on the side of the restaurant.

I hear his voice as he steps through the door, "What do you mean she's gone!?" He whispers angrily into his phone.

When he's 2 steps in front of me I swiftly make my way behind him jabbing the needle in his neck injecting him with the sedative.

I watch as his body falls limp to the ground and phone falling out of his loose fingers. Looking around to make sure no one was watching I grab one of his ankles and drag him to the side of the restaurant.

Mid way to the alley a old women with short white curly hair in a sweater walking her chihuahua stopped and stared at the situation.

I look at the old lady then down at the passed out bitch whose ankle I'm holding, and back up at the old lady.

"Too many drinks." I state with a quick smile then continuing to drag Koch to the black van.

I knock on the back door and Alexander and Simon opens the vans door looking at me and the limp German asshole, and help me put him in the vehicle.

"Did you have to drag him?" Simon complains dropping Koch on the van floor.

"No." I said unapologetically, and it was true. I dragged him for my own amusement. "But it doesn't matter we have 6 hours till he wakes up, so let's go."

We pull out of the alley and I get a glimpse of the old lady still gaping at the van.

•••••••

4 hours.

That's how long it's been since we've gotten back, and my fingers are just twitching to kill the man tied in a chair unconscious on the basement.

The flight here was 2 hours so he should be waking up any moment, and plus I already had some mean prepare the equipment.

I walk down the stairs and into the kitchen to pour me a glass of strawberry lemonade. Taking a sip my lips twitch from the overload of sweetness.
Picking up the jug tilting it a little to see sugar sitting on the bottom.