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EMMA TRIED, FOR THEthird time to straighten out her desk. She finally let out a satisfied smile when she thought it looked good. Jay walked over to her and placed a box of cookies on her desk.
"What's this?" She asked.
"Well, usually we get the newbies a gift, so sorry we're a little late."
"Awh, this is sweet." Emma smiled, looking around the room, "You didn't have to." She opened the box, and before she could even blink, there was confetti in her face. Emma sighed, closing her eyes. She could hear all the others high-fiving and laughing.
"Ooh, welcome to the team, Cameron." Adam clapped her on the back.
"Thanks. What a warm welcome. Just know that payback coming." She threatened.
"Ooh, we're shakin'." Adam laughed as he and Jay fist-bumped.
"Just so you know, I have nothing to do with this," Erin told her with a laugh as she swatted the confetti off her shoulders.
"This is Billy Fagan." Voight announced, putting a photo of Fagan on the board and causing them all to stop laughing, "Small-time hood had ties to a local outfit. I've run into him a couple of times." He explained then pulled out another photo.
"This is Billy Fagan from seven hours ago." He pinned a photo of Fagan's dead body on the board, "Organized crime found a dollar bill pinned to his chest. They looked into the Serbians, the cartels, coming up empty." He said.
"We taking this from organized crime because he was your poker buddy?" Erin asked. Voight looked at her and she raised her brow back at him. Everyone else could feel the tension in the room and looked away, going back to their work.
"Start reaching out to your C.I.'s." He told them all, then turned his attention back to Erin, "You got a sec?" He asked and she stood up.
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Another person was killed, but it was personal to Voight since it was one of his close friends. All of them got out of their cars, vests on, "Brent Norelli. Assault, armed robbery. Even did six months at the Cook County psych ward. Norelli inherited this lumber yard from his old man, but it's just a front. He just broke off from the outfit old-timers, but he's already making plans for some of their rackets. Let's go." Voight explained.
They all crouched under the garage door of the warehouse, guns raised. They ventured further into the warehouse, where they were transporting goods.
