The Double Mob Job

Chapter 11 The Take Down

A/N: This isn't as long as I thought it would be, but the story is almost over! I can't believe it, it makes me sad. I don't know how chapters are left but I think it will be less than five. If you want more than that comment how many and give me an idea for a chapter. Enjoy!

Chapter 11: The Take Down

Two days later we were in my warehouse in Chicago. Here is where the other hitters would meet up with us and discuss the plan further. The Russian mob would meet us in Boston in the Irish mob's territory in three days' time. "You sure about that this?" Hardison asked.

"Are you? You're in more danger than I am. My father won't kill me, though he comes close sometimes. Our plan is shaky at best."

"Do you know no fear?" Hardison asked.

"I know fear quite well, but not for myself," I replied turning to our three other hitters Mikel Dayan, Quinn, and Em. "You ready?" I asked.

"Yes," they all answered together. We would have to leave shortly to set up in Boston. We had to break in to their main office which was a warehouse and set up the traps and get people in place.

I turned to Eliot, "Please stick to the plan, no matter what happens," I begged. He was to stay here and watch things on the cameras Parker and I were going to set up.

He wrapped his arms around me, "And you please be careful, I need you. Just come back, please?" he asked wrapping his arms around my waist.

I put my arms around his neck, "There is nothing on this earth that could keep me from coming back to you, I too need you. I promise I'll be back. I'll meet you here by the end of the week. I love you," I said placing a kiss on his lips.

"I love you too," he said returning the kiss. When we broke apart he pressed something into my hand. "Here, the sedatives so that you can get on the plane."

"Thank you," I said kissing his cheek. Both of us were worried. This could end badly.

"Quinn, you take care of her, make sure she comes home to me," Eliot said to Quinn.

"Don't worry Eliot; we'll take care of all your team. We'll bring everyone home," Quinn promised.

Three Days Later

Everything in the warehouse was set. My friends were in the rafters up above, the Russian mob just outside, and Hardison was a block away on his laptop watching the camera feeds. Soon enough my father should be here, but my brother was now in charge. "All right, they're five minutes out," Hardison said over the coms.

"All of them?" I asked.

"Oh yeah, you have 200 hundred men and women coming down on you," Hardison said.

"What?" Eliot yelled. I was surprised the coms worked from such a distance.

"Damn it Hardison," I growled. "Eliot you stay where you are, only a few of them can fight. The worst that's going to happen to this team is a few broken ribs." He started to protest. "You stay right where you are or I'll kick your ass from Portland to China, to Timbuctoo to Australia, and then back to Portland," I growled.

I heard him grumble but knew I had won the argument. "Damn girl," Hardison said.

"You're next," I said in a deadly tone. His end of the com went silent. "Is everyone in place?" I asked. I got several yeses. "Parker, you ready?" I asked.

"Ready, weapons are out of the warehouse," she said.

"Ready," came the three hitters' voices.

"Ready," Hardison said.