Person Of Interest. [GoodGuyFitz]

Operation Misfits. (10)

"What are the chances of shit hitting the fan?"

Jay never responded.

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We backed into the building behind the restaurant. It looked more like a warehouse to me, but Jay disagreed and I don't think it's appropriate to argue with him on that right now. I recognized Cam, Eric, and Matt talking to three rough looking guys with their hands behind their backs and feet spread apart. I didn't know if that was just some protocol or if they're trying to establish some sort of dominance, but it seemed really intimidating.

Jay and I are supposed to wait in the truck until we see Cam adjust his pants. Until then, we're left on the edges of our seats and to listen to the conversation taking place.

"So how has Captain been holding up?" One of the men questioned.

"Great actually, now that he's not working for you," Erics said. His comment seemed passive aggressive to me, but they continued back and forth banter just like that for about ten minutes.

Back handed compliments and hidden insults flowed freely between the six of them, almost as if they've known one another for years. Of course that could very well be the case. Or maybe they know things about each other by hear say.

Cam and Matt seemed too young to know these guys for years. In fact now that I'm thinking about it, compared to the three random men, everyone looked so young. I hadn't asked anyones age, and I'm sure none of them know mine.

Scratch that.

They know more about me than I know they know. I shouldn't make assumptions like that.

Jay tapped my shoulder and pointed at Cam. He rolled his shoulders back and hiked up his jeans. I turned to Jay, who nodded and opened his door. I followed suit and walked behind him, not knowing where I should go or stand or where I even belonged in this situation.

The closer Jay and I walked the more I wanted to just turn around and leave. But it's too fucking late for that. The men had already got distracted by Jay and I walking up. Well, their eyes were mostly on me. But I didn't want to know or acknowledge that.

One of the mystery men inhaled deeply and let out a booming laugh that rocked my chest with anxiety, "Fresh meat, hey? You don't look like the crime type. What's your name?"

I looked at Cam and Eric for permission with wide eyes. They both nodded and I cleared my throat, "Void."

"Void," another one laughed, "I would've given you Bambi."

"Why's that?" I questioned. Out of the corer of my eye I saw Cam shake his head in disapproval. I recoiled inside, feeling a slight pang of disappointment for myself in that moment.

Probably shouldn't have asked that.

"Because you look like a dear caught in head lights. Do yourself a favor and ask your captain to teach you a thing or two about having a poker face," he responded, "You two can start loading up, we're almost done here."

Jay nudged my shoulder and I followed him over to a pile of furniture. He pointed to a couch, picked up one side, and I picked up the other. "I thought we were getting coke?" I whispered to him once we were out of ear shot.

"We are," he sounded irritated, "It's in the furniture, dumbass."

Ouch.

I probably should have assumed that. It would be stupid to just load bricks of coke into the back. If an officer pulled us over and asked to see the back it would look suspicious. If he or she saw furniture they would just assume we're a couple moving. I felt stupid and cursed at myself for not thinking before I spoke.