It was late that morning when I finally came back to my senses. It didn't take long for me to start planning my next move, which brings me to my next question. How is it that I've been sitting in my bed now for nearly an hour and a half, and I still have yet to come up with any sort of plan?!
I don't doubt that Steven is telling the truth, nor do I doubt his resolve to follow through. I do, however, doubt his ability to follow through with a plan. I've spoken with many of his past employers, and nearly every one of them said that he was a good soldier and guard, but he has issues with following the plan.
It almost scares me, being at the mercy of my merciless brother. But yet, I'm not scared, because everyday I'm prepared to die, and today is no different.
I don't bother with my classes today, my thoughts centered around the chip in my neck.
Swinging my legs over the side of my mattress, I make my way into the living room and start making myself a cup of coffee, needing the extra energy.
Suddenly, an idea pops into my mind. If I could speak to some of his previous employers, in person, I could force them to tell me all of Steven's residences and hideouts.
The thought of coffee is pushed to the back of my mind as I run into my bedroom, grabbing my phone out of my nightstand. I quickly call up one of Steven's most recent employers and run outside. I get in my car quickly, the phone being pressed against my ear by my shoulder, and pulling out of the driveway.
"I need you to tell me some information on someone you recently employed," I say into my phone, barely waiting for the phone to connect.
"You again? What do you want now?" a man asks, slightly muffled.
I push the phone closer to my ear and continue. "You recently employed a man named Steven Cordova, or you might know him as Michael Nelson?"
"What about him?"
"He stole some products of mine. I need to know where to find him," I say quickly, making a sudden left turn, cutting off multiple cars.
"Sorry lady. I can't tell you anything."
"I'm a friend of Vito Mendoza, and so help me if you do not tell me what I want to know I will take every shooter we have and I will kill every single one of your men. Now, tell me what I want to know," I say fiercely, using the name of my boss to my advantage.
"Oh, I'm-I'm sorry, just give me a minute."
I remain silent, waiting for him to come back.
"I'm sorry but I really can't tell you anything, but I can set up a meeting with you and my boss?" he questions, a hint of nervousness seeping into his tone.
He must be new.
"Fine, I'll be there in half an hour."
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"You know, as much as I like a good fight, having a gun pressed against my forehead isn't my favorite thing in the world," I muse, looking up at the hooded man.
"Shut up. Once the boss gets here I won't have to deal with you anymore," the man says, squeezing my wrists tighter together.
"Hey, there's no need to manhandle me. I'm cooperating, aren't I?" I ask, staying perfectly still.
The man doesn't respond, nor does he loosen his grip and I sigh. I look around the room, taking in my surroundings for the first time, considering I was dragged into the building with a bag over my head after asking to meet with their boss. I didn't really get much of a chance to take in the scenery.
After waiting for nearly half an hour, my wrists start to go numb, due to the zip tie around my wrists cutting off the circulation.
To say I'm relieved when I finally hear some sort of movement from the other side of the door is an understatement. I watch as the door opens quickly, and a skinnier man runs in and whispers something in the hooded man's ear.
The hooded man immediately releases my wrists and pulls a small box cutter out of his pocket, cutting the zip tie.
I move my wrists around in circular motions, trying to regulate the blood flow.
"I'm so sorry. I didn't know who you were. Please come right this way. You can wait for the Boss in here," the hooded man stutters, leading me to a much nicer looking room, the skinnier man following close behind.
I don't respond, sitting down on one of the plush chairs, rubbing my wrists absentmindedly.
Soon after, their boss arrives, motioning me into another room. Looking around the room, I notice the lack of effort put into the small office. There's only a desk, a small couch in the back and a few seats in front of the desk.
The hooded man stands guard at the door, making me feel locked in.
"So, I heard that you wanted to meet with me?" their boss questions. I walk over to his desk and hold my hand out.
"Layla Cordova, a pleasure to make your acquaintance," I say firmly, shaking his hand.
"My name is Antonio Martin," he says, sitting down behind his desk. "I work closely with your boss. How can I help you?"
I know he doesn't work closely with my boss. He's trying to seem more important than he really is. "Ah, why yes of course. I come here on my own behalf, not on my boss'. I need to ask you a personal favor."
"Interesting. You come here on your own, but yet you use the name of your boss to your advantage. Well, I suppose I'll accept that. What is this favor that you need?"
"I need all of the information you have on a recently terminated employee, Steven Cordova. He uses an alias that goes by the name, Michael Nelson."
"Ah, the traitor," he states bluntly, making me chuckle slightly. "What exactly do you need to know?"
"Any information you have on him. Hospitalization records, safe house locations, regular income. All of it."
"In all honesty, the information we have on him won't do you very much good, but I do have a few things you may find it helpful to know. But, they come with a price. What are you willing to offer me in return?"
I knew he would have a price. Luckily, this guy doesn't seem to be doing too well money wise. Hopefully a check will do.
"Well if I remember correctly, I have quite the ready checkbook in my car. Say fifteen hundred dollars for all of your information?"
"Deal."
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