Beautifully Flawed

"Eureka!"

"Just what the hell do you think you're doing!?"
Freezing in place, i swear i peed a little.

Shawn audibly sucks in a deep breath and Dray lets out a string of curse words.

Slowly, i turn around while tucking the wallet in my pocket,my hand grasping onto my dagger.

If I'm going to have to hurt someone, it should be as quiet as possible.

Spinning on my heel i come face to face.....or rather face to BACK with beef chunk number one.

"Holy shit.....Rhea be careful" Shawn advices as a whisper.

I slowly creep away from him, his back rumbling as he barks out orders down the hallway. The skull tattoo creeping up the back of his neck, making me even more tense.

The moment i'm behind a wide enough rack of boxes, i let out a shaky breath.

"Holy God....." with shaky hands i open the wallet and search through it in the dim lighting of this god forsaken warehouse.

Drivers license.......money.....lighter.....gum......a card.

Business card?

I struggle to read the details on the card, squinting due to the bad lighting like seriously!  You're a fucking drug dealer and you can't afford a couple working light bulbs!?

"Take them to Dray, place them in front of his head cam....i'll handle the rest" Shawn instructs .

Still in the shadows i slowly begin to crawl towards Dray while making an effort to avoid the boxes.

Lets face it, with my kind of luck it's only inevitable that i knock over a stack of boxes and draw attention to myself.

"Careful Rhea....it seems he's walking further into the room, Dray is a few feet away"

Mere seconds later, i'm next to Dray whose expression is that of utter relief.

I pull the business card out of the wallet and place it infront of the head cam.

"Done" Shawn mutters seconds later.

After doing the same with his driver's license and every form of identification he had in the wallet, i carefully proceed to slide it over to the exact spot he stood when he went to lift the boxes.

Reaching into my pocket, i pull out a mini plastic bag and a small tube....it kinda looks like a really really short straw.

Putting on my leather gloves, i slowly fill the tube with the drug-we have to send it for testing because i am so sure.....this is not cocaine.

Don't ask me how i know that....it's a long story.

I place the tube in the plastic bag and hand it over to Dray, which he secures in his vest.

And then we wait......

Patiently and quietly waiting for the perfect chance to get the hell out of here.

Moments that seem like hours go by and i'm about to resort to playing tic tac toe just to pass time when an array of footsteps and noises echo from the hallways.

" quick make sure everything is set, the boss has arrived!" A deep voice yells in unmistakable panic.

Dray and i turn to each other in confusion.

Should we wait....you know, see if we can get a recording of whoever the boss is?

A loud crackle erupts from the ear piece, causing me to flinch.