Opposites Attract (The Losers/Jake Jensen fanfictoin)

Chapter Nine

Jensen and I made the decision to keep our new relationship a secret until the end of this mission. To keep up this facade, I reluctantly went back to my room for the rest of the night. The next morning, I awkwardly walked to Pooch's car, hoping I didn't have any hickies or anything to give away our secret.

Luckily, all Pooch said to me when I got in was, "Rough night?"

After Jensen's nearly flawless heist mission, we were all sat around, waiting to see what exactly was on the hard drive we had gotten. I was starting to get anxious. I was hoping it was something worth the risk we were currently going through to steal it.

"Holy shit," Jensen finally breathed. "Girlfriend was right. It's a courier drive."

"A what?" Pooch asked.

"Twenty first century bagman. Russian made banks pioneered them. It's like an electronic bearer bond."

I nodded along to Jensen's explanation, even though I had absolutely no idea what he was saying. I was hoping I wouldn't have to be the one to ask him to re-explain it.

"Okay, alright. Say that again, but a lot slower and dumber please," Pooch spoke up. Thank you, Pooch.

Jensen sighed. "Okay; pretend you are super evil, and you want to move a ton of your ill-gotten blood money, but you can't because it can be tracked. So, you load your cash onto this bad boy and you can physically move it anywhere you wanna go."

Basically, we had Max's money.

"And we have Max's courier drive," Roque said, slightly in disbelief.

"We have Max's 400 million dollars," Aisha clarified with a smile.

We all took a moment to let this sink in. We currently had 400 million dollars. More money then I have ever seen in my life, I'm sure. I couldn't help but let myself breath out a low, "Shit".

"Alright," Pooch said, clearly as happy and giddy as I was currently feeling. "Clay, before you go and do something noble like smashing it, I say we go on Amazon and get a jet."

"Fuck you, Pooch," I jokingly spoke up. "that money is going towards that sports car I was promised."

Oh yeah, the sports car story. That's a fun story. I'll have to tell it some time.

"It doesn't work that way," Jensen informed us, raining on our dream parade, "Unfortunately, courier drives can only load and unload on their home systems. Although, if we were gonna buy stuff, I'd say a canary yellow stretch Hummer."

"And I repeat," I retorted, not skipping a beat. "fuck you Jensen, I'm getting my goddamn sports car. In fire red, not stupid canary yellow."

Jensen sent me a playful glare before giving me a wink that was luckily ignored by the rest of the team.

"We're not buying anything," said Roque. "We're not buying anything. We're going to trade it back to him. He's going to get his money and clear our names."

"Someone isn't getting a ride in my badass red sports car, or Jensen's pussy yellow Hummer," I muttered under my breath. Jensen elbowed me, a gesture I returned with a laugh.

"No, we made a deal," Aisha jumped in, ignoring my joke.

"He's gotta kill us now," Clay was saying to Roque. "You know that."

I didn't exactly think of that myself, but Clay did have a point. We had Max's money, we knew more than anyone has really known about him. It was only a matter of time before he came after us. And I had a feeling he was not about to show any signs of mercy towards the people who stole his money and were supposed to be dead.

I stole a look at Jensen, remembering what we talked about early. I mentally reminded myself that we were going to make it out of this alive. We were going to retire from this life and have a normal one, and a normal relationship.

Think positively.

"Yeah, I know that," Roque replied.

"This has a record of every IP address it's been jacked into," Jensen explained. "and there's one address that come sup a lot. Obviously some place this keeps going back to."

"Max's base of ops," Clay guessed.

We all leaned towards Jensen, watching as he tracked the IP address of Max's main base. He worked quickly, the exact location was narrowed down. I didn't realize I was holding my breath.

"Port of Los Angeles," Jensen told us. He leaned back in his seat and looked at us all. "That thing probably has files on every black book op he's ever pulled."

"Including Bolivia," Pooch noted.

"We could hit him there," Jensen suggested. "We could clean it out. Expose the world to what he's done."

"Save our asses," I mumbled, mainly to myself but was also loud enough for the rest of the team to hear.

"Alright, this is a good plan," Roque agreed.

I could help but smile, but played it off by biting my lip. Maybe this wasn't a death mission after all. Maybe it wouldn't have to be.

"And we still kill him," Aisha pointed out with determination in her voice.

Clay looked at her and smiled knowingly. "Absolutely."