'She's moving west presently she should be at the exit at 20.32 hours.' Eyes followed Chantelle closely as she walked across the airport. 'You were right she's good, thank God she's not moving awkwardly or suspiciously.' Climbing down from where he'd been watching her from a birdeye's view, BJ quickly jumped onto his skateboard and hurried towards the exit to make sure she came out. He followed her from a distance, clad in a burgundy hooded jumper, long basketball shorts and Nike flight 89's. He was so busy watching her that he almost got knocked over by the car that pulled up infront of Chantelle, knocking him off his skateboard.
'Watch yourself you ginger pr*ck!' The driver winked at BJ.
'Burnt c*nt!' BJ threw up his middle finger, picked up his skateboard and jogged off.
The driver came out of the car and opened the backdoor for Chantelle.
'Nice trip miss?' Tickz straightened out his navy suit and tipped his hat at her as he closed her door for her.
He turned on the ignition, putting on the seatbeat and chuckled to himself because of the fact that BJ had called him a 'burnt c*nt'.
BJ had skated right in a full circle and was back to square one. 'Yeah, she's heading out. For f*ck sake why's she crying for?'
'She's crying? She gonna attract unwanted attention, I f*cking told Cory not t-'
'Yeah she looks mad scared but she's nearly out, its cool.'
BJ jumped onto his skateboard and shadowed Lexy as she waddled out of the airport. Her hands shook, she was sweating everywhere, she felt flushed but she had to do it, she needed what she would get in return.
BJ nodded at Ryan as Lexy got in the back of the car that Ryan was driving. He skated in another direction, leaving the vicinity for good.
'You're a liability.' Ryan glared at Lexy through the rearview mirror and kissed his teeth.
'Sorry.' She uttered with her head hung low like she was a little child.
He called Church and when he was sure he'd picked up the phone, he dropped. That was enough of a signal for them to know they were on their way and on schedule. No words were required.
Chantelle removed her lace frontal and handed it to Church, he gently removed all the tape on the inside and began to remove all the cubes of heroin which had been hidden inside. He counted them, then stood up and gave her a pill and a glass of water to drink.
22 minutes passed until he received a call from Ryan.
'Clothes off.' He ordered. Chantelle complied not saying anything to Church. She appreciated how the team had grown to trust her, after all she had given them no reason not to. He kept peering down at his gold Rolex.
'Toilet now. That should be enough time.' He escorted Chantelle to the toilet in the basement.
As he stood outside, waiting for her Ryan walked in with a nervous looking Lexy.
'This girl's a spastic.' Church laughed heartily. Ryan didn't bother to comment, he was just so annoyed with Lexy. Ryan grabbed the lace frontal off Lexy's head, tearing at her baby hairs. And dashed it at Church then walked further into the basement.
'Lexy, get here now!' Ryan demanded. 'Take this.' He gave her the pill and water and watched her take it. 'Now sit.'
Ryan got changed out of his fitted suit into an all black ensemble.
Chantelle groaned and heard as well as felt the water splash as the drug filled condoms fell into the toilet. It was less humiliating that she had to put her hands inside her own excretion to pick them out of the toilet. She held her breath and chucked them into the sink, flushed the toilet then washing them thoroughly as well as her hands. She knew the drill as she placed them into a bowl and exiting the toilet.
