Garrett stood quietly up on one of the catwalks ... he watched the bonded truck drive into the warehouse, his eyebrow raised slowly as the truck was unloaded onto the shelves .. his cellphone rang , that soft dinging sound ... a hand reached down flipping it open "Moshi Moshi," He spoke to the person on the other end of the line in japanese watching the unloading process. One of the workers came running out of the offices screaming about chatter on the police scanners ... Garrett stared at the man for a moment before yelling down at the people in Japanese ... his footsteps carried him down to the floor grabbing the boxes that needed to be moved... the lids were ripped off as he pointed to one of the suitcases ... the bags filled with white powder were thrown into the suitcase .. he spoke to the man in japanese telling him to get out of here ...
"Shot's reported fired near the docks on Huntley. Please proceed with caution" The strong accented voice came over the sound waves of the radio, Jakob's hands were fastened to the wheel, keeping in mind of what he might see the moment he arrived at the docks. A jaunty tone sounded in his pocket, he dipped fingers in and flipped it open. "Pogue. Talk to me." The voice on the other end filled his ear with information, that a witness reported gun fire and a possible hot spot for drug activity. "Right. I'm on my way. Stay clear until we are sure where the shots were fired and if there are any casualties. Whoever is down there already know we're coming. No one will be there when we arrive. But stay alert, Garrison, until I get there." He hung up, sounded the loud, wailing on his car and sped down toward the docks. ::
He snarled so softly looking at one of the men .. "What the hell happened ..." The man proceeded to explain that someone must've been watching ... Garrett pointed the others to make a get away ... footsteps carried himself and two of his "assosciates outside with the dock worker that had been panicking ... " Garrett stared at him for the longest moment ... "You meant to say that you've been skimming , and that you're helping them out didn't you ... " The dock worker went wide eyed for a moment before pleading ...Garrett turned his back and started walking away ... "Don't make me say it" Three shots from the silenced pistol and the body fell from the docks splashing into the water below ... Garrett stepped back into the warehouse looking at his associates ... "you four with me .. the rest of you ... " Garrett waited patiently for the arrival of the police .. his fingertips sliding up the bridge of his nose pushing those sunglasses up...
:: Tires squealed loudly against the black pavement as the car lurched forward in the dark, with the lights blaring off the sides of the building. Jakob had come around from the side of the building, he had a better advantage over his fellow comrades, and if anything, he would make sure to take the brunt of the violence before the others. He grabbed his gun from the glove compartment, clicked the safety off. He threw the driver's side door open, and stepped slowly out with his arm extended, his head kept low with eyes observant. He kept his arm leveled against the top of the door, he stood poised there for several minutes until he felt it safe enough to proceed. He was quick as he slid undercover into the shadows, pressing his back up against the wall, he moved cautiously forward to peek around the corner, gun held with both hands pointed down toward the ground. ::
He smelled ... Jakob ... Great ... last thing he needed ... one of the men went for their pistols ... Garrett's arm moved to the side stopping him as fingertips pointed for them to go and act busy ... Garrett moved for the door gently ... his fingertips paused for only a brief moment on the handle ... there was a slow blinking of his eyes ... the knob was twisted finally and he would step outside acting unawares of the situation.
:: Jakob listened carefully to the silence and the faintest creak of the door opening drew his attention around the corner. His nostrils flared as the air blew in his direction and in it, he caught a very familiar scent. But what in God's name was Garrett doing down here? Goddammit. He caught sight of the door opening and lo behold, Garrett taking a step outside. Jakob kept his gun pointed to the ground as wary eyes watched the other man. "What are you doing here, Garrett?" His low, booming voice grated deftly in the night, as he approached the wolf. He was acting strictly on business, this had nothing to do with pack now. Garrett was down here, which meant he was possibly a witness. ****. He lifted the radio and pressed down on the button. "Proceed with caution in the building, round up anyone you see as a possible witness or suspect." He shook his head. "You best be talking now."
His hand grabbed the radio away easily, and it hadn't taken long before Jakob found himself on his back his own pistol pointed down at his head as the Lupe stared down at the wolf ... "The only talking i'm going to do is to tell you exactly what you're going to say to your little police buddies ... " The pistol was dropped from that gloved hand safety back on into Jakob's lap .... "The warehouse has just burst into flames and everyone needs to fall back ... when the fire marshall arrives he'll determine that the fire was caused by a gas main breaking , and the pops of gun fire were from various bolts popping out of the building pressure .. "
:: Flat on his back, Jakob stared up angrily at the Lupe who was simply demanding him to turn the situation completely around. Lips pressed together in a thin line as a burst of energy rushed through his body, burned into his hands, as he shoved fingers into the lapel of Garrett's coat and threw him off and slammed down upon the ground. Jakob leaned in and shook his head with glowing eyes. "Not going to happen, Garrett. This has nothing to do with pack business and I will not let it mingle in my ****ing work, so you keep your ****ing mouth shut." He grabbed the gun, and rose slowly back upon his feet. "If you're involved in the gun shots that were reported, Garrett, there isn't much I'm going to be able to do. You're here, which puts you at the scene. I've worked with these boys for six years, Garrett, do you really think they'd buy that?"
"Per ... " He paused a little .. he sniffed the air a little bit ... Gas ... he grabbed Jakob tackling him to the ground as the warehouse exploded ... Glass shreds tore across his back as traces of blood hit the ground ... he stood slowly looking down at Jakob making sure he hadn't been hurt .... Garrett growled softly limping a little bit dragging him away from the towering inferno ... He stared back at the warehouse burning now ... his eyes looked down to Jakob ...
:: He smelled the same in that instant, and the volume of the explosion and Garrett throwing him down to the ground, forced the air right out of his lungs. He could nearly feel the heat envelope his body and caused his naturally heated skin to blaze. He was knocked senseless for a moment, disoriented when his head hit the ground. Coming to after several seconds he realized he was being hauled away from the burning building . . . burning . . . burning. "Jesus Christ!" He tore away from Garrett and stared onin horror as the walls and roof crumbled into a heap to the ground. The men had gone in there, men he called friends, brothers, were suddenly erased from existence. He whirled around to glare at the other man. Jakob's face darkened, eyes seared like a cutting edge blade."You have some serious explaining to do."
"You want explaining ... " He grabbed his arm jacket pushing the sleeve up showing the tattoo's on his arms ... the ink signified what he was , any detective would've recognized it immediately ... "Theres you explanation ... " He started to walk away growling a little hearing the fire sirens already whirring off in the distance ... "Everything will be taken care of ... "
:: He saw the tattoo and that wasn't enough. It wasn't enough. He stormed after Garrett with a seething anger, took hold of the man's arm and spun him around, jabbing a finger into his chest. "That is not enough. It isn't enough when six good men just lost their lives, Garrett." He grabbed by the collar of his coat and sent the wolf slamming up against the wall. "I have to deal with this, and God help me, you will too."
The sound of hammers ****ing back, were heard ... Garrett looked over Jakob's shoulder for a brief moment... he stared into Jakob's eyes for a moment before his head tilted just a little bit ... "I already told you .... it's taken care of ... " There were no less than four men all standing there with their pistols aimed at Jakob ... "I assure you ... they won't hesitate to kill me alongside of you ... so let go ... "
:: Jakob turned, following Garrett's gaze over his shoulder to the four men standing there with guns drawn, waiting. He turned his cold-cut glare back to Garrett and without a word, lifted his hands away and took a step back. "We aren't finished, this isn't finished. I hope you realize that, Garrett." He brushed by the other man, wiping a sleeve across his forehead as heavy steps landed on the pavement. He didn't want to deal with this, didn't want to face the awful and bitter reality. He ran fingers through his long, blond hair, pulling it out of his face as he approached his vehicle. ::
Garrett walked over to the black car as one of the men opened the door, he was put in the back as he winced a little, the car pulled away only to be followed shortly after by the fire department ... Garrett had stared out the window staring off into nothingness for the time being ... what was going to happen now ... Jakob knew .... perhaps a visit to Leonidas was in order ...
