Habitual Liar

C17- Sharpshooter

Tonight we venture into Miami again. It is time to locate the officers, while Rogelio is in questioning.

To my dismay, Lucius has separated Matt and I after dinner yesterday when he saw all of the bites that Matt left on my neck. So, I'm walking with Jericho who is also latino, the only other hound who can speak Spanish.

It's already late, and we're making our way the the hotel where the Viper is supposedly hiding. I look to Jericho as we walk up to the elevator.
"El Hombre tiene guardias en frente de su cuarto. ¿Cómo los neutralizaremos?"
I ask him, how will we take them down?

"No sé. Con nuestros dientes?"
He replies, baring his teeth. I shake my head.

"Necesitamos estar en silencio."
I hold a finger to my lips as I whisper.

"Sí, pero... ¿cómo?"

"Estos dardos."
I reply and show him a small tranquilizer gun given to me by Agent Grey. Jericho smiles as our elevator comes to a stop.

"Estamos cerca del cuarto, ¿no?"

"Ahí." I point to the room down the hall that Rogelio had told me about.

We silently creep down the hallway. Jericho pulls out a lock-picking tool and looks up at me. I nod and he opens the door.

I guess his lock-picking made a lot of noise, because two scantily-dressed maids are staring at Jericho, loaded assault rifles in their arms.

I had hid behind the door frame before the door opened, so I watch him raise his hands above his head. He doesn't dare reveal my position my glancing at me or even hesitating. The two women don't bother to look outside.

I think for a moment:
What would Matt do?!

He would advise me to move silent and stealthy.
I load the tranquilizer gun, hang my head around the corner and fire a quick round at one girl's foot. It sticks into her skin, luckily, and I duck my head back before either woman can see me.

I hear a thud: the sound of a body hitting the floor. Then, cautious footsteps. I use my hearing to reach my hand around and fire a blind shot without peeking around the door.

It strikes, because I hear her stumble forward and watch her head hit the ground in the doorway.

I peer inside, then make my way over to Jericho. I walk over to Jericho and we draw our handguns when we hear the shower water turn off.

A man walks out of the bathroom, naked. Steam billows out from the doorway behind him. His jet-black hair is slicked back with oil and this tall man has tattoos down her arms.

"Oh hello ladies!"
He exclaims.

"Oh hello Mr. Viper!"
I retort.

When he sees our guns, he throws his hands above his head.

"W-Who are you?!"

"None of your business. Where is Cobra? Where is the lab?!"

"I will not disclose these locations to an assailant! Do you think I'm an idiot?!"
The man spits angrily.

"Well if you wont confess to us, you can confess to the FBI. Perhaps they'll send you back to your Cuban homeland. How does Guantanamo Bay sound to you, m'ijo?"
I jeer.

"Wait a minute...Montejo, is that you?! I'd know that pink hair anywhere. "

"Yes. Now are you going to talk, or are we going to do this the hard way."

"What happened to you?!"

"I'm sorry Viper. I would've remained loyal but... fuck all of you!! FUCK YOU FOR TRYING TO PIMP OUT A PRETEEN. I could've had a human life. I could've gone to school and gotten my shit together but you bastards wanted to sell me like some pinguero. But now who has the gun, huh? Glow up of the century."