Queenpin Of Wales

Chapter 15

(This is a very short chapter and I do apologize but the next will be out by the end of the month!:))
*No One's Pov*

"Where'd they find Starling and Benson? Smith?" A tan short mature man shaven with salt and pepper stubble leaned over a table in front of a screen covering the entire wall.

"Miami shoreline Sir. Both Starling and Benson were bound, shot point blank in the back of the head. They both died instantly. Nothing the water did." A young lacky ran up behind him dragging along a hefty casefile. "The boys think it could be the Russians. Do you think it was the Orlov family? Svetlana Orlov was seen in a downtown nightclub around the time of our agent's death."

"No, no. There was a crime syndicate, just not the Russians."

"The Yakuza? The Italians?"

"No...the Welsh mob was in Miami. They were spotted at the club Ball & Chain, the same location where their bodies were found. I have a plethora of shots from our eyes that she was seen with this mystery woman. Have we found who the chick is? Who she works for? What connection does she have with Jones's gang?" The older man scoffed as the other agents filled the room.

"Well Sir, this girl isn't connected to any crime family. Her name is Myla Blue Fehr. A 21-year old Canadian. Nothing criminal in her life. Not even a speeding ticket."

"Really? So why is this goodie-two-shoes hanging with the Welsh mob boss? Why Catherine Zeta?" The lead agent, perhaps the Director. Most agents in the room were men but the very few women perked up at the opportunity.

"Well...it's a little cliche, but the old stereotype of being in love with the bad boy. In this case, the bad girl."

"Hmm...perhaps. That can be the case. Let's get dirt on this golden girl Myla. Do we have Damien Stevens ready to go undercover?" The Director scrolls through the slideshow of the Welsh mafia. "We have tried to infiltrate the Jones crime family for 60 years. We tried to do this when her father was alive, he killed them on-site. Let's hope Catherine doesn't sniff him out." The screen turned to a picture of a rough photo of Damien Stevens. Formally undercover as Damien Athens. The undercover unit was short-staffed and the new recruits could not think of anything else to change. He was a soldier and served time in Afghanistan but never wet MIA. His credentials led him to go into the academy for a brief time to join the FBI as an undercover agent. He had enough grit to go into the operation but lacked something that may or may not hinder him. Sense of self-awareness. The harm he made will bite him back eventually.

"Damien is all set to fly out to Wales. As soon as we get a notice from Catherine's second in command Bowen."

"Good. Do we have sets of eyes on him?"

"Too risky. He opted to go solo. He can handle his own."

"Why in the sam hell would let him go on his own! Catherine's father murdered 15 people, maybe more. Catherine has doubled that since she took over! Her brother is no longer pulling the strings!"

"Damien is our best undercover agent, Sir, the department has full faith he can handle his own. Besides, we have been getting some noise on our lines of a deal to be made in Colombia with the cartel. Pedro Pascal will meet with Catherine. She might retire."

"Her? The Queenpin of Wales retire? No. That's wishful thinking, she's running out of cash that's the issue. She's pushing it up her nose before she gets paid. I don't care what our ears heard, you get Damien a set of eyes or body cam before they leave for Colombia. That's an order."

"Yes Sir." The timidness of the lanky agent shook as if he was to blow away in the wind.

"Get Stevens on the line. I need to fill him in. We need to take this bitch down. That family has been running for too long."