Mission Impossible

Chapter 53 ~ Walk of Shame

HARRY'S POV

  "The kitchen fire only buys us so much time," I told Dmitry in the back of Sal's, where I sat with Dmitry and a handful of his "staff".

  "Time for what?" he asked, asking his cigar.

  "Time to figure out what this guy wants from you, and how we're going to keep him from getting it," I told him. "Preferably saving your life in the process."

  "Preferably, indeed," Dmitry chuckled smuggly. "What are you thinking, friend?"

  "For starters, I'm going to need my gun."

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  The day after the restaurant closed due to a small "kitchen fire", I was back in the back room of Sal's, going over the plan again. While these guys were career criminals, this sting was not coming as naturally to them as I had hoped.

  "I'll be back hearing watching the cameras, and I'll let you guys know when they get here. They are going to somehow try and get to the back room, or some place secluded. You will agree, on the terms that it's just the girl," I explained to Dmitry again. "You will bring her back here, where I am, and I'll take care of the rest. Your men need to make sure that the man does not come back here. This whole thing is dependent on the two of them not being together."

  "This is such a simple plan," Dmitry said, and I agreed. "What did I need you for?"

  "You wouldn't have even known you were in danger without me," I reminded him. "When I give you the go ahead, your men can inform the guy that the woman he came in with is gone. He will be out of your hair, and your stash goes un-robbed. After that, he will be far too occupied to even think about hitting your business." Dmitry looked up at me and paused.

  "I may be a fool for this, but I trust you," he said, extending his hand out to me. I took it and gripped it, before handing him an ear piece.

  "You won't regret it," I told him. "Now slip that in your ear, and get out there. They should be here any moment now," I said, walking towards the coms room with its decent sized security system. I watched the outside cameras intently for 12 minutes, before I spotted dark hair by the front door. Whoever it was was careful to keep their head down, but that hair and that walk was too distinct for me not to know.

  "They're here," I said, getting out of my seat and walking out towards the middle of the back room, awaiting for when Clara would come stuttering through the doors.

  "Not quite how you described her, but okay," Dmitry mumbled with a chuckle. Confused, I went back to the cameras, able to see the person who walked in with Zayn at the front of the restaurant. They too, took special care not to show their whole face to the camera, but nothing could hide the fact that it was not Clara. It wasn't even a girl.

  I fervently scanned all the cameras, waiting to see Clara pop up on one, sneaking through the back doors, or crawling out of the ceiling. But I saw nothing. Just Zayn and his friend.

  "Dmitry, do not engage," I spoke to him, realizing nothing about this plan would work now. I saw on the cameras that Dmitry was standing out in the restaurant, not quite knowing what to do. He was sensible enough to know turning and going back to the back room was a suspicious look, but was heading my orders to stay put. However, this meant he was just standing there, awkwardly.

  "What the fuck is going on, friend?", Dmitry spoke through clenched teeth.

  "She's not there, I'm not sure what's going on," I told him, my eyes still scanning the screens. They landed on the screen with Zayn and his friend again, and I noticed them look up and spot Dmitry. When they did this, they both reached towards behind their backs, and I could only assume they were reaching for a gun. "Shit," I hissed underneath my breath, knowing what I had to do and hating every minute of it. I sprinted out of the security room, out of the back room, and out of the kitchen, my gun at the ready.