The Berserker

Chapter 13

Nathaniel casually leaned back in a chair, Justin by his side, as he explained what Simon had managed to tell them.

"Simon was a tough one to crack."

I scoffed at the obvious, and Justin glared at me, and I held it challenging him.

"But," Nathaniel continued stressing the word to grab our attention. I glanced at him, and he continued. "We got some info out of him. He gave us the name of the man's best friend and where to find him. According to Simon, if we want to find our man, then we can find him through this guy." He gestured to Gabriel to pull up the man's image, and I memorized the face.

Dark skinned, close shaved black hair with streaks at the side. Thin lips, flat nose with a nose ring and light eyes for a black man, indicative of his mixed background.

"His nickname is F.X., and we will be going to find him. There's an arms deal taking place in New York, Manhattan that takes place every other month that he presides over, and we'll find out where, when and how. The goal is to figure out the man who's behind all of these operations, so we need this one alive. Once we find out our big fish, we come up with a plan to kill him. Justin, your turn."

Justin unfolded his arms shoving them in his pockets. "There's a general idea of where to find F.X." Justin tapped the screen of our target, "He's known for controlling East River near by Long Island."

Gabriel pulled up a map, and located the general area of the aforementioned location.

"We'll take an airplane to Republic Airport, that's directly on Long Island and bunk up in a rented house. Gabriel you'll be in charge of that. Next, is getting our weapons through security without being noticed. All weapons and firearms will be made of plastic to avoid metal detectors. They should be disassembled so that the parts can be hidden within our luggage. The only issue will be some of the long range sniper rifle and technology."

"Drive it across the border," I spoke up. "We're in Canada. Wildlife, grounds for hunting for sport. You can pass it off as that as long as they are properly registered to an identity that won't cause suspicion."

Justin laughed humourlessly. "And, who's doing that?"

"Me. I'm sure he knows that I can't get on a plane." I jerked my chin in Nathaniel's direction, who looked amused.

"And, technology?" Justin asked.

"Weapons evaluation," I shrugged. "Or tester. Computer geek, person hitching a ride. Whatever as long as the passport identities are credible, and the stories match up. Dismantle the sniper rifle and hide the parts within the car, if you're not comfortable with that, but that means hiding the ammo too."

"They have dogs you know," Chris interjected. "They'll sniff it out if you're stopped for random inspection."

I smirked. "Not if you give them something else to smell, something more catching than hidden metal. Besides, the whole car is made of metal, what's a few more pieces? You just have to clean it properly, let it sit in the car for a bit, and the smell blends in with the car's smell."

"What do you mean by more catching?" Chris asked with a frown.

"Marijuana, cigars, cigarettes. They all have potent scents and those are what the dogs are trained in nowadays. Marijuana mostly, especially the illegal ones that are mixed with other drugs."

"How do you even know this?" Justin interrupted doubtfully.

"How do you think dogs in the police force do drug busts? It's common sense," I answered, condescendingly, and Justin's glare deepened.