Illicit

Chapter Three

Before the chapter, I just want to say: Thank you for sticking around. I know it won't make up for it, but I had a really bad school year. After that last chapter went up, one of my college classes started up. The worst of it was that I lost all of my friends. I was really bad off for a while. I didn't read, write, or draw at all. Finally feeling better now. Coming back on here to see that people are still reading makes me really happy. So, Thank you.
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"'Be lookout, Angel!' 'Stay out here.' Yeah, I have to stay out here, while they're out there having fun." My monologue cuts off as my eyes catch onto the form of an individual in the crowd around me. Not exactly the person, more like the tattoo on the side of their neck. My fists held less traction on staying formed as sweat began to build up. I could hear my heartbeat in my ears. the figure list a hand to cover their left eye before turning away.

My finger is on their own accord reach up to my left side to finger up my own copy of the tattoo. The door behind me leaks out smoke just as my foot takes a step forward. Dom's big hand class on my shoulder to steer me toward his car.

"You know, you've got to tell me the story behind this tattoo on your collar bone, right?" He asks. I can only nod and sigh.

"Yeah, we'll get to it sometime."

~*~

The bustling of the small café around us was loud against the quiet of our table. Well, quiet besides Roman's shoving of food into his mouth. He's really loud for no reason. I can feel my eye starting to twitch from irritation.

"So tell me, Wings." I raise my eyebrow as Roman begins talking in between bites of his food. "What's your story? Why you here?"

"'Cause I am." The deadpan look I get in return almost makes me want to laugh.

"Whatever, man. How ya know the crew?" the tapping of my fingers is the only sound left between us as the silence stretches.

"Baboon, you ask to many question, but I'll tell you a little something. You strike me as a non-thinker. You might not even understand what I mean by that. A  figure-head type, but not the brains type. Eh- maybe not a figure-head. I think more of a muscle or tank with a little bit of something else. You like to talk, right?" My eyes sweep over his figure once again as I play through the scenes from earlier. "Yeah, you're a talker. A distraction. Someone who can talk without really talking. If you were trained, then I could almost see you as a spokesperson for something. Problem is, based upon your flirtation with the waitress from earlier, that you think you're 'smooth' with the ladies. It's not quite that you're not smooth, baboon. You're unknowing. The position you occupy is muscle and distraction. Do you know what baboons symbolize?" I shake my head as I ask knowing without a doubt that he most likely wouldn't. "You're a good representation of Baba, Roman." Taking a super from my cold coffee, I watch his reaction to what I've told him.

He shakes his head at me. "You just bullshitted that whole thing didn't you?"

I raise my eyebrow at him while still slowly sipping my coffee. It's terrible, but it's still better than just plain water. Out the corner of my eye, I see our assigned place begin to be emptied.

"Did I?" I sigh before continuing. "It doesn't matter anyway. We're on the move."

He picks up the walkie-talkie after swallowing his bite. "Two is on the move." After setting it back down, he mumbles under his breath as we get up, "Damn. I didn't finish my food, he didn't answer my question, and now, I'm confused."

We wait until they leave before following after them. The walkie-talkie static's after a few minutes.

"I know y'all said they were consolidating the money, but y'all ain't gonna believe this," Tej's voice crackles through.

~*~

"This just got a lot harder," Brain comments from beside Roman. I shift my head towards them as Roman begins talking.

"If he's moving into a police station, he's got some serious brass in his pocket."

"Looks like this will be a shorter trip than I thought," Rico says in Spanish.

"Hell yeah, we can't do this," Togo agrees.

From beside me, Han scoffs, "'Can't'? You mean shouldn't." I catch my eyes on to Giselle's when I shift back to look at Han.

"I think this doesn't change a thing." Dom's voice rings out around us. "We stuck to the plan."

"You say what?" Roman asks incredulously. "This just went from Mission: Impossible to Mission: In-freaking-sanity." I tear my eyes from Giselle's to look over at Roman. I see Hans move to look over as well. "Whatever, man. I ain't scared. I'm just letting y'all know, going in that building is crazy." Roman walks off waving his hands.

Under my breath, I mutter that he seems a little scared. Han chokes on a small laugh while Brian leans toward Dom.

"I got this," he says as he runs after the Baboon.