Back at the office
"MOTHER FUCKERS!"
"I'm gonna need you to calm down, Trevor," Jessica says calmly, but Trevor ignores her and punches a hole in the wall. He's pacing her office in anger with his fists clinched.
"They fucking killed Spider. They fucking killed him," Trevor says as he looks at Jessica.
"Did Zac say that he killed him?"
Trevor pauses for a moment, "No but he heavily fucking implied it."
Well," Jessica starts, "maybe he was just messing with you. Trying to get in your head. Look, if you shot Zac then there should be blood. If there's blood then there's a trail, right?"
"Then we gotta get down there before someone cleans it up." Trevor and jessica run to get in his car. Upon arriving, Trevor pulls his gun and tells Jessica to wait in the car while he makes sure the area is clear. He gets to the door and yells, "I swear to fucking God if i get tackled again I'm killing the first person I see!" He walks in slowly and only sees the blood left behind by Zac. He motions Jessica out of the car.
"That's a lot of blood, are you sure you didn't hit the femoral artery," Jessica seems concerned as she asks this.
"Pretty sure. The blood didn't spurt out. Look, the blood leads to that door." They follow the trail outside.
"The blood pools here. He must've stopped here for a while, and if I'm not mistaken those are tire tracks. He called someone to pick him up," Jessica concludes.
Trevor thinks for a moment, "Didn't Garrett make that car tracker thing? Call him down here."
Garrett arrives about fifteen minutes later. He seems like he just woke up and is carrying a case. "What happened here, there's a lot of blood."
"Zac happened," Trevor says, annoyed. He takes the case and pulls out the tracker. He points it at the tracks. "These things go for miles, we need the car. Garrett, pull it around."
"Yeah yeah."
They finally arrive where the tracks end after an hour long drive.
"R4 industries. Really? Operating a drug empire out of an AR15 manufacturer," Trevor states.
Jessica jumps in, "Actually it's very smart. imagine walking into a gun shop, asking for a container of ammo and getting meth."
"But haven't we taken out a lot of their dealers and manufacturers," Garrett asks.
Trevor looks at Garrett, "Yeah, but having multiple dealers and manufacturers is the best way to make bank with this kind of shit. Considering this is the place Zac came, I'd say this is the place they operate everything."
Jessica thinks for a moment, "How exactly are we supposed to get in there?"
"Call Posh."
Posh arrives shortly after, "You want me to get in there? Piece of cake. I'll shut off the security system on one of the back doors so Trevor can get in."
"Alright, take this ear piece and radio in if anything happens," Jessica hands her the ear piece, and she walks into the building.
"How does she just walk into places like that without ever getting caught?"
"Well, Garrett. It's all about walking in with confidence. You gotta look like you belong there," Trevor answers.
"Guys, shut up. She's radioing in. Wait, no no no something is wrong. Trevor, get in there, she managed to unlock the back," Jessica panics. Trevor sprints in, yelling for Posh.
"No i am not fucking losing her. No. I can't," he thinks to himself while running through the facility. It's strange. He hasn't seen any workers yet. He makes it to the top floor and runs into the security room.
Trevor is shocked, "Billy?"
"Oh hey, Trevor. If you're looking for Posh, they took her to the roof. I think they're flying her to Abby," Billy says. Billy is an old friend of Trevor's. Trevor never really liked him.
"And where exactly is that?"
Billy thinks for a moment, "I don't think I'm supposed to tell you that... But they did recently bump down my pay so i can just call this pay back. Abby operates everything from her house in Jackson."
"Why the hell do they operate all the way over there? Why not here in Memphis?"
"Not sure, you'll have to ask her," Billy responds.
"Oh, well thanks Billy." Trevor walks back to the car and talks to Jessica, "Get in the car, we're going to Jackson."
"Why," Jessica asks.
"That's where Abby operates. Billy wrote down the address for me."
"Billy was in there?"
Trevor gets in the car, "Yeah, he's their security guard."
Garrett bursts into uncontrollable laughter. Jessica slaps the back of his head, "Get in the car, we have to save posh and finish this."
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Faction War
ActionA brutal faction war rages between old friends over territory in their home town of Memphis TN