If Only..(Part 1 And Part 2 Included)(Under Edit)

Chapter 27- This Close

"Just a littlllle. There you go."

"How many of the men can you see?"

"Yeah. 3, 5.....wait! They seem..different. Hold on, there may be customers inside."

" What? Jackson! You said they will be closed by now? JACKSON!!"

"That's what I knew."

"I thought you were dead."

"Lemmi clarify. I have my eyes right where, Will's eyes are. Now let's concentrate on the mission, shall we?"

"Will, how many customers could you find? Give me the exact details."

"Right. There are two suited men couched on the sofa, drinking off large beer glasses."

"Details. I like that. Now, don't roll your eyes, let me have a look at their faces.........They ain't customers, Will."

"What do you mean, Jackson?"
"Thompsons, I know these  poop shaped faces. They are the Cullens. One of the big cheeses in this business. They are here probably, finalizing a shady deal."
"So, what now?"

"Yes, from my side."
"I will go with this douche, beside me this time."

"Fine! I am going in."

Jacob adjusted his gun as he tiptoed through the deemed lights of the entrance of the small club, as Will, scanned through the surrounding inside the club from a surveillance van standing at a distance from the club, by cracking through the security cameras inside the place. Will, is the one who is responsible for the purely technical jobs in various undercover missions and sting operations by the government. Jackson stayed up with Will, inside the van, sipping from a cup of coffee, leaning towards the back seat. Although, Will did not really welcome his company, but Jackson knew the big cheeses of the business and he did not mind lending a help.

Jacob tip toed into the main area, illuminated with lights of any color but white, which held an empty dance floor and few men standing at odd corners and a bartender, cleaning up the piles. He turned his head towards his shoulder, as three more of his partners took their positions, ready to perform the ambush.

Jacob whispered through his earpiece: We are going in."

"Copy that"

Jacob left out a breath and made the first trigger through the bar, breaking the glass of the shelf holding costly drinks. With immediate effect to that, the men casually loitering inside the place, pulled out their guns, pointing towards the direction of the gunshot and shot through the air, besides running to find a cover, behind bars and couches. Unprepared to the sudden shootout, the two men couched in the sofa stood up to their places in a panic and managed to collapse behind the sofa, trying to safe themselves from the random flying bullets. Within a fraction of seconds the place was filled with gunshots from every hidden corner of the room and the smell of smoke as the force finally succeeded to walk into the territory and take their positions.

After a few hours, the police car pulled over as Jacob walked inside the department followed by one policeman holding a man, in tight grip, who failed to flee from the area of attack. They walked straight inside as everyone inside the place got distracted from their work and followed them through their stares.

A couple of minutes later;

Jacob stood by the door of the interrogation room with hands in his hips, breathing heavy. He drank the glass of water in a single gulp, which was kept by the table near the door. Clare walked up and climbed up the table and sat, with her leg swinging.