Queen of the Underworld

20

"Okay, now what?"

"Shut up."

"I'm sorry?"

"Shut up, and follow me."

We were outside some sketchy building, making our way around it. We had been dropped off in the SUV about three blocks away and managed to get over here undetected. Not many people in this neighborhood are out after eleven. 

We were dressed in our suits, which were super comfortable, and had our earpiece. Gabriel was back at the gym watching our every move through his cameras, making sure that we don't do anything wrong. The earpiece was connected with Mateo, who talked us through anything we needed to know. We also had a watch to keep track of how much time we had. 

Since we got off the car, Nicolas looked more serious. I don't blame him, this is a very dangerous situation, but he has failed to understand that I don't know what I am doing. We both had a Glock 17 on one of the pockets that Veronica applied for us, and a knife on the other. I felt like a spy with everything, it was surreal. My belt was packed with magazines, in case I needed them. Nicolas was carrying the .50 BMG on his back in a brief case. 

We stopped in front of a fire escape the the building had, I saw Nicolas' grin form almost immediately. He looked like he enjoyed the mystery and suspense, he liked the adventure. I did too, but the constant nerves didn't let me think of how 'fun' it was. 

Nicolas jumped and brought down the fire escape, he extended his arm signaling for me to go first. He's either a gentleman or wants me to take the hit first in case something goes wrong, let's hope its the latter. 

We got up to the roof and saw that it gave is perfect view to the apartment door.

"Good, you're doing great." I jumped at the sound of Mateo's voice in my ear, I saw Nicolas cringe as well.

"You scared me half to death," I said.

I could hear him laughing, "Okay, so the tracker we have on Galvani says that he is currently immobile. He's still at club Alkine, but it closes at eleven thirty, so he should be at your location in approximately fifteen minutes."

"Got it, anything else?" Nicolas said, setting up the big gun.

"Nada amigo, I'll speak if anything."

Nicolas had the gun set up and we were ready to go. I felt the nerves getting to me. The butterflies erupting in my stomach were having a disco party.

"He's moving, Nick. I repeat, he's moving. It appears he's in a car, he's going pretty fast. Approximate time of arrival is down to six minutes."

Nicolas began fumbling with everything and laid down on the roof, peeking through the small telescope in the gun. 

"Is he alone?" I could hear the worry in Nicolas' voice.

"It appears so. We checked the cameras of club Alkine, and he was only with a few women throughout the time he was there. He was clearly trying to get them to move with him, that bastard. Probably was thinking about selling them too. But, he left alone and no one was with him when he went in."

"Good, thanks."

"No problem. Though, worst case scenario, he is with someone, you dip. You can't put civilians at risk and we can't have all the witnesses. Too much collateral damage."

Nicolas rolled his eyes, "ain't my first time cagna."

"Whoa, mangia un cazzo allora idiota."

I sighed, "first, rude. Second, can we focus. How much time do we have cagna."