Dangerously Delicious

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Epilogue

Two Years Later

"Morceau de merde. Il court. Secteur trois. Nous sommes juste derrière lui." (Piece of shit. He is running. Sector three. We are right behind him.)

The rhythmic booted feet of four seasoned mafia soldiers ran after the one man who may have answers for them. It has been nearly two years since their madame, Mrs. Delacourde initiated this operation. There were truly five women in charge of bringing down an epidemic that the FBI, MI4 and other agencies turned a blind eye to. Apparently the men they sent undercover either became corrupt or killed after their covers are blown. Everyone knew how wary an op can get when one of your own has been compromised. 

"Target vient d'entrer dans un établissement, sur votre droite." (Target just entered an establishment, on your right.) Thanks to drone support, the soldiers were able to pinpoint the exact location of this particular person. Every time they were close into capturing someone from this human trafficking ring, everything disappears. They have connected a pattern but recently it has changed. This man they were pursuing fucked up big time. He needed his fix of the best cocaine. Who sells the best and high-quality drugs on the street for a pretty penny? Delacourde of course. The stupid man has been on Mi4, CIA and DRSD's person of interest list for years. Each runner under the seal and every manager of the clubs and restaurants in France was given a photo of him, to recognize when spotted. 

Clad in dark clothing and purple full skull face mask, the soldiers under Arianna Delacourde's command took a sharp right and into the busy restaurant. Taking a quick look around, anyone can tell of a previous disturbance in their quiet dining experience. Screams were heard when partons saw the heavily armed and frightful masked women, dodging guests and tables towards the kitchen area. Bursting through the door, shouts of anger can be heard from chefs and attendants. The soldiers followed the weak attempt of obstacles the man created. He was scared and desperate to get to safety. Everyone following the chase even their bosses back at headquarters knew how this will end. It wasn't too long ago when the director of Mi4 paid a special visit to the Delacourde visits to eliminate suspects of a vile discovery. It angered their king that the people he helped access countries undetected when their own government refused to help, approach him with something so malicious. It turned out the family name came up in their briefing and alerts from the US and other countries having the same problem. Only one person in the family who would have dipped his hand, even run the whole racket and that man's soul was probably being tortured by his uncle and father in Hades' den. It turns out Talon created this ring that was now untouchable by the officials. His proteges have picked up the mantle and forged on after their leader's untimely death.

Following the man's destruction led them into another establish this time a  late-night coffee shop, screams can be heard in the kitchen the patrons were scared when they saw the uniformed soldiers. They can hear the man shouting for the code to unlock the back door, a female cry sounded out. Guns in hand they silently motioned for the patrons to get out. Two by two they entered the small kitchen. 

"Libérez la femme maintenant, Janif." ( Release the woman now, Janif)

"Va te faire foutre. Tirez-moi maintenant, je suis mort quand même." (Fuck you. Shoot me now, I'm dead anyway) He roughly shoved the woman to unlock the door but fear had a hold of the woman. Her fingers kept slipping, causing the wrong numbers to go onto the keypad. The gun he was pressing into the woman's side was shaking. The alert sounded for the security team to be contacted. 

"Détenez-le maintenant avant que la police ne soit impliquée. Nous allons le perdre là-bas." (Detain him now before the police get involved. We will lose him there.) The command came from headquarters, they had to act fast. They gave him one more warning before firing a single shot of the tranquilizer gun. As a reflexive action, a shot was fired from his gun before he fell into a deep sleep. Thankfully the woman was smart enough to move away from their target. The soldiers began shouting orders for the kitchen to be cleared out and the back door to be unlocked. Under ten minutes they were leaving the city towards the house they used as headquarters. No one was following them but they had to be alert. Too many disappearances happen whenever they were close to finding a buyer for these girls, an instigator, seeker, anything or anyone connected to this particular boss. Taking one of many turns onto the back road to the house, chatter filled the frequency pertaining to the man they detained and the clean that was being made. Reaching the house, the boss himself took over the handover. He, along with his right-hand man Gio, carried the unconscious body down to the cells, chaining him to a metal chair and waited for him to come around. Gio searched his person and came up with an expensive leather wallet. Three packets of cocaine. A pack of cigarettes and some gum. Checking his ID, he carried the name of Francis Ajoon, a typical middle-class man. He did pull off the slick businessman with the creep factor all the way up to ten. Other business cards were there also,  a modeling agent, manager of a record company and a simple retail clothing agent. All careers anyone can meet young women with stars in their eyes. Raizon sighed and looked up at the barren ceiling. He prayed to the gods that if he is blessed with a daughter, she will be sharp as a tack. 
Groans and signs of Janif regaining consciousness. The sedative used on the man was created by their resident doctor Aikido. He created different serums for particular ops. When injected the sedative lasts for the duration of the target's extraction. It will leave the person extremely sluggish and with blurred vision.