Knight in Sneakers

Chapter 16- 'Alcohol makes me Horny.'

Leon^

Masks beneath masks until suddenly the bare bloodless skull.
-Salman Rushdie, The Satanic Verses.

-X-

Entry 8

18th September, 2016.
Sunday
2:10 p.m

Clarke Augustan

I picked up Leon on the way to River street around mid afternoon.

"So please repeat the plan." She requested as she dumped her bag in the backseat and settled down in the passenger seat.

"Why the bag?" I asked confused.

"Where else will I keep my handcuffs, guns, pepper spray, skittles and my extra panties?" She retorted, I just rolled my eyes at her answer.

"I got my handcuffs shoved in my left boot and and my gun in the right one." I replied giving her an over smart smirk. I had chosen the long black boots today instead of my dark blue sneakers. Even if the blue sneakers were more useful on a long adventure, they weren't long enough to hide my guns and handcuffs, which is exactly what I wanted in this scenario. "And what if they decided to check your bag?" I asked her. 

"Since they'll know I have a gun," She looks at me with a smile, "I might as well as use it then." I just chuckled at her sentence and started driving.

I really hope you don't mess my plan up, Leon.

"Listen, we go in, I try to find your way into the residential area which is located at the back. And I need you to back me up in case I take too long. There are stairs leading to them, take them and the first door to your right is the way to the balcony. So take the second one, that might lead us to a huge room where they both stay. I don't know anything after that. It's all down to you." I said as she took out her phone and asked me,

"What about me?"

"Talk to the guy and try to get as many details as you can, who they are working for and all." I shrugged. She was the perfect girl to lure in guys who were blinded with lust and finish the case silently. That was her most infamous technique and she took complete advantage of what she was gifted with. She was bullied as a kid because she has a dark complexion but little did her bullies actually know how beautiful she was. She was older to me by five years and yet she looked as young as I did.

"And who's our backup?"

"Philip Dawson from the FBI department."

"Oh and how do you know about all the details of this place?" She asked confused as she tried applying her red lipstick using her phone's front camera as her mirror.

"I like to know what I'm dealing with before I get my hands dirty."

We reached our destination at sharp three and exited the car after handing the keys over to the valet. As we walked in casually, I observed two people in the front of the entrance smoking and having a normal conversation but their eyes worked like hawk's eyes. I know a hawk eye when I see one. A huge bouncer immediately stood up and asked for our age proof. Leon passed him our fake IDs' to him; Her name being Ramona and mine, Layla. We entered and sat near the bar counter on those long stools. The pub was just like another typical downtown pub and they actually managed to get a crowd. One of the three bartenders working, approached us. He looked like one of the brothers but he looked way older than the pictures I saw yesterday.

"Anything special for you ladies?" He asked with the thick Italian accent. My mind instantly clicked. It was his voice in the phone recording. He had to be the older brother because he had the beard but again I couldn't be too sure; what if the younger one decided to grow one too?