Agent Howell, Agent Lester. Pleasure having you on our team. We have gathered the best of the best to catch the three most dangerous criminals of our era.
First we have Mr. Sean McLoughlin aka Jack. He has escaped our highest security prisons twice...
A/N Hello lovelies, this chapter will contain Not Safe For Work material. The chapters that have such content will be with an asterisk (*).
more A/N at the end of the chapter.
After the incident at the bar and Felix quickly ushering them into the black car he drives them to a private airplane hanger somewhere in San Francisco. Inside they are greeted with mysterious personnel opening gates for them. They get into what looks like Felix's private plane and is greeted by a pale man with a name tag saying "Crbstks" and aviator sunglasses even if it was in the middle of the night. The boys take a seat and prepare themselves for the short flight to Los Angeles.
During the fly to LA Felix fills them in on some details.
"Sorry for rushing you guys, I had something come up and the grumps found out about Jack being free. We need to plan our next steps carefully and quickly before things get out of hand." Felix says.
"These grumps, who are they? What do they want with us?" Jack questions.
"These guys where the worst of the worst. They are the head honchos of the the Mafia. Pretty much the baddest bad guys." Mark rambles.
"They use to be the baddest, takin' out who and getting what they want. Feds could never get em'. They started only a few years back having small operations in a house, now look at them." Felix before getting cut by Mark.
"I use to work for them too, but they're not the problem."
"We will talk more in the morning, for now lets head back to the base. You boys are probably tired." says felix.
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The base, or small home to be more exact, was very regular in a small sparsely spread neighbourhood. Each house very similar the the next, yet with a feel of warmth to each one.
The houses were normal, the road was normal, the tall light posts that lit up the dark street was normal, even the house that Felix owned looked normal for a sociopath.
They pull up to the house and exit the car. Mark follows Felix up the steps of the quaint house and right behind them is Jack holding a bag of his belongings. Sean enters the house prepared for large machinery or tons of computers but instead is greeted with family portraits and corny sayings.
"Don't worry, wait till you see the best part." Mark mentions as the continue to walk through the house.
First through hallway, decorated with photos, passing a living room on the right that is then connected to a kitchen. On the left, a set of stairs leading upstairs and a closet. They pass these and head into the kitchen. Felix opens a door in the kitchen that looks like it could lead to the basement.
Jack followed them, not really seeing the magic when he walked down the stairs. "Felix I swear to God if this is one of your pranks-" The Irish man stopped mid sentence. While walking downstairs he only saw a basement, but Felix and Mark kept walking down to where they were underneath the whole house.
"Does this look like one of my so called pranks Sean?"
The whole place looked as if it was hollowed rock. The surface was rigid but smoothed down to where it wouldn't easily cut someone. But Jack looked further than that. The lights when he walked in were a nice red, giving him the feeling of the so called evil things he does by the police. How was there a whole building with see through class that matched with the whole bad guy scenery Jack will probably never know.
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