Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 46840 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 234(@200wpm)___ 187(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46840 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 234(@200wpm)___ 187(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
“Let’s finish this then if you’re happy with the goods, the boss will be waiting.” I passed him the case full of money which he passed off to one of the goons to be checked for
authenticity. This shit was nothing like the movies. It took time and planning to be executed just right. These fucks took their business seriously, down to every last detail and they
had the money and resources to carry it out. This fuck Mikhail Zubrinsky could buy and sell three third world countries and still be a multi billionaire. Why the fuck he needed to get
caught up in this shit was anyone’s guess but I guess once an agent always an agent. It had been fun pitting my skills against the best The Rus had to offer. They thought they were so
slick, thought they were getting one over on the good old U.S. of A but they were fucked.
Even now as we speak the rest of my team was busy rounding up his lackeys. His front man had been the first to go down, then the assholes that’d been peddling this shit from Kansas to
Texas. We had the Mexicans pushing weed on one side and these fucks coming in from the other. The Chicanos had a new problem now though. They were no longer high on the D.E.A.’s list of
takedowns but since America had jumped on the legalization bandwagon our shit was homegrown; they were fucked.
Chapter 5
Jake
I saw the goon nod his approval to his boss and sent my signal to my team that had the place surrounded. There was a flurry of movement as the door was broken down and the place flooded
with undercover cops with guns drawn. “Nobody move, hands in the air.” I kept my eyes on Mikhail as I raised my hands in surrender, one wrong move and I would have no problem blowing my
cover to put a cap in his ass. “What the fuck what is this? You narced me Zubrinsky you fuck?” Hector flew at the other man who even under threat of arrest was one smooth customer. He
got up from the table as one of the agents restrained Hector. Folding his arms across his chest he looked down his nose at the rest of us as though we were offal. “You cannot touch me I
have diplomatic immunity.” He smiled like the sly fox he was rumored to be. Too bad for him I’d found a way around his little get out of jail free card. I wish I was the one to break it
to him but it was just as good watching my boy Terry do it.
“Not anymore you don’t asshole, you fucked with Homeland on this one. Hands behind your back.” To say he was displeased would be an understatement. I kept my cool but with a pissed off
look on my face. As an aide to my supposed boss’s second hand man I wouldn’t have too much to say, I would be too busy worrying about my own ass. I watched as my team carried out my
orders to the letter, couldn’t have any fuckups on this one, one wrong move and he’d walk on some trumped up technicality. I had him sewn up nice and tight with all the evidence I’d
accumulated in the last couple of months. The only way he could walk is if some asshole played dirty politics at which point I would be going after said asshole.
It took damn near forever to go through the whole ruse of fingerprinting, bail hearings and all the other bullshit that came with a sting. I went through it all in full sight of all the
other players so there would be no question that I was who I said I was. I probably wouldn’t be using the same cover ever again but it pays to make this shit look legit in case someone
got the bright idea of a payback. I don’t trust this KGB fuck no farther than I could spit him, these fuckers are like a six headed snake, you cut one off another springs up to take his
place. The judge had been slipped a fabricated list of all my exploits and since he didn’t know that it was all bullshit his reactions were very authentic. I don’t trust anyone with my
guys, when I’m running an Op it’s me and my team that’s it. Not even the captain was privy to all that I was doing, he wasn’t too happy with it but someone higher up than him, someone
that I actually did trust was my handler. He and only he had any kind of say in what I did. So far there haven’t been any conflict; that maybe because he knows that the first time there
is one I’d walk without a second thought.