Undercover Badge 2; Girl With A gun (Badass with a badge ) UNDER CONSTRUCTION

***CHAPTER 27***

RECAP;

"What we need to figure is how to get in touch with someone that knows. We wont be able to figure it out. So, in this case, who would know about Lance and what he does? Someone he trusts?" Dimitri asked

"I want you ta tell me 'bowt a lil man named Mark Lynch." I said.

"Yea," he said in a thoughtful tone, before speaking louder. "Yea, I know that sucker! As crooked as a lawyer can get lemme tell you. Ey, the boys runnin' a sex club down in the LA back streets. Gotta tell you, the boys kinda dangerous but he's like the mother of the bad guy encyclopedia's. 'Pparently, he's in on gang business."

"Here we go. The gang has a hit out on an FBI agent named James Gabriel Allegresso. There's a blond. And baby, she's a fine blond. But all I got in the file is a picture and a first name, Amy. Then there's the last one. Dude, this file is weird. I don't even have a picture. They say she changes so often a picture would be useless. They call her the Emerald."

"What's the plan?" Amy asked. I shrugged. "This is your area, what do you suggest?" Amy smiled at me from her upside down position on the couch. "I say we go into the club and bug him. We follow him around and when he hit's the place we assume is home, then it's a smash and grab. We'll torture him for the info we need and bingo-bango-bronco, we've got him." her accent made the 'bingo-bango-bronco' sound odd.

Fabulous. James and I were working covert opps.

Oh.

Joy.

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****CHAPTER 27****

It was truly a disgusting sight to see.

Cameron had two entire slices of pizza shoved into that gaping bottomless pit in his face that he called a mouth. Amy and I had crinkled our noses in distaste long since and stared- like one would a scientific anomaly that could just not be explained.

"Eww." I said, glaring at him. He shrugged the boulder shoulders and continued attempting to chew the bulbous amount of food in his mouth.

I rolled my eyes. "How long has Mark been in there?" I asked, cocking my head in the direction of the basement door. We were currently my bothers club. It was around midday, so the club was as empty as could be. The basement was accessed through a clangy metal door. The room itself was dark, dirty, and damp. The perfect place for interrogation. Mark was sitting in a steel chair with chains keeping him in it and bolts keeping him to the floor. Over his head was a black bag. There was a spot light a little bit in front of his face, though for the time being it wasn't on.

"About seven hours. A gave him regular doses of synthetic adrenalin to keep his heart rate up. He probably feels like its been days, the Bugger." Amy smiled, the accent making it more sinister. I was wearing black shorts, black trainers and a black tank top, Amy as my polar opposite in all white. Dimitri and James wore black suits with black shirts, very Mafia. Cameron was casual in jeans and t-shirt, Carl mirroring James and Dimitri's outfits, but with a white shirt. Danny was out taking Amanda for a girls day, so it was just us. Cameron took another so called 'Bite' that consisted of him shoveling more pieces into his wide open trap.

"Dear Saints, Cameron! Can you not eat like a regular human being!?" Amy yelled, picking up the brown decorative pillow from the black leather couch we were sitting on and throwing it at Cameron's head. He ducked, the brown suede just brushing that fiery red hair.

I chuckled, checking my watch. "Alright boys." I said, looking up at the boys in black and my brother. "Its show time. Play nice." I said, and stood up with Amy. Walking toward the door, I pulled it open. The doors metal made screeching sounds as it scuffed the floor. With emphasized slowness, I walked over to the spotlight, Amy on my heels. We stood behind it, before I switched it on. Mark wouldn't be able to see us behind the light. Carl, definitely the scariest in the group, grabbed the black hood on Marks head ripping it clean off. Mark looked mid to late thirties at best. His short blond hair was thinning already, his skin wrinkled and gold from years of prolonged sun exposure, his figure tall and lanky.