"What in the hell is going on in here Andrés? Why is your fat ass flashing in the air like that, huh? Are you asking for a spanking?"
With all my might, I tried my damned hardest to fight the smile that was rapidly forming on my face. God knows I tried. The way his body was positioned on the floor, and the fact that the old woman walked up to him and spanked him repeatedly on his butt to get his attention, almost sent me howling.
But I reigned myself back. This was a very serious situation and I had to be taking it serious.
"Damn you Fiorellino." Andrés moaned as he tried to get up from all fours. "You didn't have to go gorilla on that damn door just to open it! Uh, fucking hell now my face is all fucked up--"
Fiorellino rose her leg and harshly stomped Andrés's backside, sending him back toward the marble floor. Multiple cracking noises coming from Andrés and the marble floor got me a little concerned about what was currently going on.
"You have the audacity to call me a gorilla you little shit?" She said through clenched teeth. "For the record you little mongrel, gorillas got nothing on me when it comes to going bananas all over your ass. I'll wipe the floor with you in an instant the next time you call me that."
For extra measure, she squished her feet against his back before walking back to the cart and approaching me. She had a smile on her face again. "Seems like I'll have to call Dr. Ferrari back in here for him, huh?"
I simply nodded my head and continued to stare at Andrés's motionless form on the ground. "I can't believe I'm saying this, but is--is he alright? Because he's not moving."
She shrugged her shoulders. "Oh, him? He's just fine, we do this all the time."
I gave her a bewildered look as she assembled a breakfast in bed tray in front of me, along side with a bowl of steaming soup and a cup of water.
"Trust me, he never stays too long on the ground whenever I'm done with him. He likes to act all tough, but he always scampers off whenever I turn around. I bet he's already gone."
I averted my eyes from her and to where Andrés was initially sprawled. And she was right, he wasn't even there anymore. But how? He was in my line of vision, so how did I not see him leave?
He was probably scared too shitless to even bother with door and instead resorted to evaporating out of the room in order to get away from her.
"He's quick, I'll tell you that," she muttered when she looked behind her. "Quicker than the last time. Anyways, here's a change of clothes. The doctor gave me these for you to take in case that fool forgot to give them to you. If you need anything else, just ask for grandma Fiorellino and I'll be back to help you."
She flashed another smile at me before she departed from the room and closed the door softly behind her. Not a second later, I could hear what seemed to be a system of locks being bolted shut from behind the door and Fiorellino yelling, "We don't need you running out of here, now do we?" before retreating.
"Fuck!"
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FBI Headquarters
"This is CNN Breaking News. Hello viewers from around the world. My name is Vixen Fitzgerald and alongside me is chief of police Madeline Stoneguard from Beaumont, Texas, and Dion McDougall, a representative of the FBI."
"Thank you for having us." Madeline replied with a nod of her head.
"I'll be starting with you Officer Stoneguard," Vixen started. "Two days ago, a prison break in one of America's finest maximum security institutions occurred in Beaumont, Texas, at about five o'clock p.m. According to the announcement you made that day, you said that out of the seven hundred escapees, six hundred and three remain on the run. What measures have you and your department taken to ensure that civilians in your city remain safe?"
"We have done everything we can to protect the people of Beaumont by patrolling in shifts day in and day out. We've brought in our search dogs, requested the assistance of the SWAT team, and other members of the law to help us hunt these criminals down. Curfews as well as our insistence that our civilians remain in their homes at all times and report anything they see as suspicious has been enacted due to the prison break."
Vixen nodded her head enthusiastically. "Speaking of that, has anyone reported anything so far? Have any arrests been made?"
Madeline had a grim expression, but nevertheless answered the question. "So far only a few reports have been made, which led to the arrest of five. But, we are doing are very best to hunt these criminals down and lock them back up."
"Thank you, Officer Stoneguard. Now on to you Mr. McDougall. Can you tell us what the FBI's role is in this man hunt."
"Our role in this investigation, is just as Officer Stoneguard said, to protect the innocent civilians in that city as well as in neighboring cities. We've orchestrated search parties in every city that is within proximity to Beaumont and have successfully put down most by force if need be--"
"Have there been any casualties thus far?" Vixen interjected.
"I apologize but I don't think that I am at liberty to say. However, what I can say is that our guys down there are putting there exceptional skills to use to put down those rogue individuals and quell the fear of civilians."
"Ok, and what about the officer that was reported to have survived the prison break?"
"Officer Marvel, I presume."
"Yes.The day of the prison break both she and Officer Dunt were rushed to the hospital. However, now it seems that she is no longer anywhere to be seen, it's as if she vanished from her hospital room. And according to a valid source of mine, she's considered to have been kidnapped. What measures have the FBI undertaken to go about this investigation?"
"Turn that shit off, will you? It's not helping us solve this case at all," grunted Hawthorne, the leader of his three man team. Hawthorne, a lean African-American agent, was an up and coming agent that rose through the ranks due to
his exceptional skills in retrieving vital information and implementing it toward successfully closing his cases.
This new case he was given would potentially promote Hawthorne into an even higher rank, placing himself within further contact with Director Cindy Cartwright and Deputy Director Ricardo Ferdinand, the FBI's infamous executives.
The thought of not only getting more influence and power, but spending more time with Director Cartwright made his mouth water.
"Ew, you're getting your saliva all over the documents!" shrieked Bell Bernadotte.
"So fucking gross man. Get your head out of the gutter. It's not helping us solve the case at all," mocked Light Fujiwara.
Both Bernadotte and Fujiwara were new recruits and were assigned to Hawthorne in this case to further enhance their skills and experience.
Hawthorne jerked out of his daydream, wiping his saliva from his chin and the documents. "My bad," he apologized as he flipped through the documents and pulled out several photos. "We have here Officer Lizanna Marvel, an African-American woman, age twenty-five. She became an official officer at Juggernaut on September 24th and was assigned to the Level A post. Her partner was Officer Victor Hern, who was reported to have died during the prison break--"
"Ugh, can we skip this part and get on with it," moaned Bell, "I just wanna get started and jump into the action!"
Light gave Bell an unimpressed expression, all the while thinking how the fuck this girl got assigned to this case, better yet, how she even got employed into the FBI. The selection process was hard and he was lucky to have been one of the fifty accepted into the agency when more than ten thousand people applied.
"Will you shut your trap! I'm in charge of this investigation, not you," yelled Hawthorne. "Geez, how in the world did you get assigned to this case with an attitude like that?"
Bell smiled a mischievous smile. "I've got my ways."
Light and Hawthorne ceased talking and stared at Bell for a second.
"What?"
Hawthorne shook his head. "Enough. I want you guys to gather more information on Lizanna Marvel and report back here tomorrow. Dismissed!"
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~MEANWHILE AT THE VITO ESTATE~
"What's got you in a bind Andrés?"
I opened an eye and peered at Diamonte as she strolled out of the kitchen and into the large living room. In her hands, were two steamy donuts and when she got near me she handed me one before sitting down.
"Nothing much," I said after I took a bite. "Just trying to relax and get used to all this again."
Diamonte chuckled. "Since your lockup, eh? Don't tell me the infamous Andrés Vito forgot how to do his job. Tell me, were you getting too comfortable in your prison cell?"
I scoffed. "Not with those two fools locked up with me."
Diamonte laughed even harder.
Andrés nudged her playfully. "Don't laugh at me."
Once she sobered up, Diamonte gave him a dazzling smile. "Nah, I'm just joking. But, boss we truly did miss you guys. It wasn't the same without you all making a ruckus around here, heck even grandma didn't know what to do with herself."
"Yeah, right. It didn't seem like she missed me at all based on the way she beat the crap out of me earlier today."
"You know that's her way of showing affection."
"I don't see her beating the shit out of you and Feliciana."
"It's because we don't make a ruckus. Plus, I think we're her favorites."
I shrugged and closed my eyes, settling into my peaceful atmosphere again. Unfortunately, that only lasted a millisecond before Leo, Feliciana, Hernández, and Donatello all walked into the living room.
"Why are you so bald Hernández?" Leo asked. "You should grow out your hair again."
"Shut up Leo," Feliciana defended. "He doesn't have to if he doesn't want to. Personally, I don't think he should grow his hair back because he already looks great."
"Yeah, that's because you--"
Feliciana jumped Leo before he could finish and dragged his thrashing body into the kitchen.
"Why am I surrounded by idiots?" Hernández sighed. He sat in the chair to my right and nodded at me and Diamonte in greetings.
"I heard that," Donatello stated. He chose to sit next Diamonte on the couch.
"So, what's got you all coming in here disrupting my peace?"
"Your parents called to schedule for a meeting with you and your sister at the main estate tomorrow. They didn't tell what for, though. They just told me to make sure your ass is there one way or another." Hernández answered.
Feliciana and a bruised Leo chose that time to stumble from the kitchen and join us. "Hey, what did we miss?"
"Nothing you have to worry about Leo," Donatello said. "By the way, that annoying girl upstairs has been causing us a lot of trouble. She hasn't been taking the pills Dr. Ferrari prescribed for her because she thinks their drugs or some shit. Plus, she's been beating the living shit out of that door for the past two hours, yelling profanities and demanding that we let her go. If you ask me, I think we should kill her."
Diamonte nudged Donatello harshly.
"Ow, what the fuck was that for D?"
"Don't say that, she's just scared is all. How would you feel if you were kidnapped from across the world?"
"I would kill my kidnappers before they even had a chance."
While Diamonte and Donatello bickered, I chose to turn on the television.
"Andrés," Hernández called from my left. "What are we going to do with her though? She's bound to cause us a lot of trouble the longer we keep her here.I bet there's already an investigation under way in America on her disappearance. Honestly, she's a liability and she'll put us further in a disadvantage if she tries to escape from here."
I inclined head backwards and let out a long sigh. "You're right. We'll get rid of her eventually, I promise."
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SOMEWHERE IN ITALY
"Let me get this straight. You're telling me that those Vito fucktards got into my property and burned everything down?
"Yes, boss. They infiltrated the prison about six months ago."
"What you're also telling me is that not not only did the building that costed me millions of dollars to build got burned down, you're also telling me that three-fourths of the drugs stashed there was also lost too?"
"Y-yes. According to our men stationed there, they only managed to retrieve one-fourth of it. They also insisted that they had no idea that those Vito bastards were posing as prisoners there or how they got their information."
The room got quiet.
"I want everyone that was stationed there killed right this instant. Leave no one left alive!"
"Of course boss!" The man exited the room quickly.
I'll get you back for this Vito. I'll get you back hard.