help themselves.
The team sat down and Hunter walked in. He started by putting up eight pictures on the large evidence board in front of them.
His team consisted of himself and five members. There was Josie Rodriguez, a pretty, petite Puerto Rican girl from the Bronx; she was a Marine and as tough as she was pretty. Then there were Zach and Paul, two extra-smart nerds; they were the computer geeks on the squad and were able to find anything and get any clearance necessary for the job.
Lastly, there were TJ and Johnny. TJ was a well-built, young black male who was handsome and smart. Despite the fact that he spoke four languages, he was a triple black belt and was used mostly for his shooting and fighting skills. Johnny was his workout partner and was a sniper. He could shoot the head of a nail from more than one thousand feet away.
“Josie, could you do me a favor? Go out there and grab the chief and Captain Dan, please.”
“Yes, sir.”
Hunter turned to address his team. He waited until the chief and captain walked in, then took their seats. “Gentlemen, I have one question for you: Have you ever run across this in any of your collars around here?” Agent Hunter was at the board, pointing to the Y found on the man’s wrist.
“Well, no, can’t say that we have,” Captain replied.
Hunter continued. “Okay, well then, let me explain what is going on in your little town—which, by the way, looks like a very lovely town, if I may say so myself. Tenafly is it called? All right, well, gentlemen, if this is going on in your backyard, we have a problem! I like this town already… Hell, do you know that as soon as we arrived here, an old lady offered us tea?” Everybody smiled when he said that.
“But the reason why I’m telling you this, gentlemen, is because if you see me or any of the five agents seated to your left, then there is a major problem! We don’t get called up unless it’s absolutely fuckin’ necessary. From what I see, it is a huge fuckin’ necessity!”
He added, “This right here is a soldier from a Mr. Yehorenko’s mafia. He is the boss of his ruthless Ukrainian family, sect, gang, or mob. Call it whatever you like, but the point is, these men are brutal and extremely dangerous! They don’t come out for anything unless it involves major crimes. They deal drugs and basically are hired out from other families to kill. So if they are in your town, well, we need to get them out. I don’t think they’re here right now. Can either of you tell me more about this man?” he asked, pointing to the recently deceased Frankie Santoro.
Captain Dan spoke up. “Yeah, Frankie’s just some low-life scumbag dope fiend. We’ve had numerous run-ins with him; multiple drug-related arrests and even arrests for tearing up his house. The fuckin’ kid had an attempted-murder charge that just disappeared. We figured that he had to be connected. Every time we thought we had him, in walked this fuckin’ lawyer who was dressed with diamonds all over his fuckin’ fingers. Then, poof! Nothing! You’re free to go, Frankie!”
“Okay, well, that there is because his father is Veto Santoro of the Santoro crime family.” The two officers’ ears perked up. “From what I can tell, the Santoro family had nothing to do with this. We have come to the conclusion that the recently deceased Frankie somehow got in way over his head, and Ukrainians came to collect. However, there is something else going on here. You see, Mr. Y’s crew never seem to get caught off guard. We are missing something and that is what we need to find out.” Hunter pointed and said, “What is the missing piece that connects these gentlemen here to the young black men and these men?” As he pointed to the Y, he concluded, “I just pray that they’re done here in your lovely, little town.”
Mr. Y
Dawn was tied up in an office, but she had no clue where. The men had their own doctor remove the bullet that had struck her. It was a
The team sat down and Hunter walked in. He started by putting up eight pictures on the large evidence board in front of them.
His team consisted of himself and five members. There was Josie Rodriguez, a pretty, petite Puerto Rican girl from the Bronx; she was a Marine and as tough as she was pretty. Then there were Zach and Paul, two extra-smart nerds; they were the computer geeks on the squad and were able to find anything and get any clearance necessary for the job.
Lastly, there were TJ and Johnny. TJ was a well-built, young black male who was handsome and smart. Despite the fact that he spoke four languages, he was a triple black belt and was used mostly for his shooting and fighting skills. Johnny was his workout partner and was a sniper. He could shoot the head of a nail from more than one thousand feet away.
“Josie, could you do me a favor? Go out there and grab the chief and Captain Dan, please.”
“Yes, sir.”
Hunter turned to address his team. He waited until the chief and captain walked in, then took their seats. “Gentlemen, I have one question for you: Have you ever run across this in any of your collars around here?” Agent Hunter was at the board, pointing to the Y found on the man’s wrist.
“Well, no, can’t say that we have,” Captain replied.
Hunter continued. “Okay, well then, let me explain what is going on in your little town—which, by the way, looks like a very lovely town, if I may say so myself. Tenafly is it called? All right, well, gentlemen, if this is going on in your backyard, we have a problem! I like this town already… Hell, do you know that as soon as we arrived here, an old lady offered us tea?” Everybody smiled when he said that.
“But the reason why I’m telling you this, gentlemen, is because if you see me or any of the five agents seated to your left, then there is a major problem! We don’t get called up unless it’s absolutely fuckin’ necessary. From what I see, it is a huge fuckin’ necessity!”
He added, “This right here is a soldier from a Mr. Yehorenko’s mafia. He is the boss of his ruthless Ukrainian family, sect, gang, or mob. Call it whatever you like, but the point is, these men are brutal and extremely dangerous! They don’t come out for anything unless it involves major crimes. They deal drugs and basically are hired out from other families to kill. So if they are in your town, well, we need to get them out. I don’t think they’re here right now. Can either of you tell me more about this man?” he asked, pointing to the recently deceased Frankie Santoro.
Captain Dan spoke up. “Yeah, Frankie’s just some low-life scumbag dope fiend. We’ve had numerous run-ins with him; multiple drug-related arrests and even arrests for tearing up his house. The fuckin’ kid had an attempted-murder charge that just disappeared. We figured that he had to be connected. Every time we thought we had him, in walked this fuckin’ lawyer who was dressed with diamonds all over his fuckin’ fingers. Then, poof! Nothing! You’re free to go, Frankie!”
“Okay, well, that there is because his father is Veto Santoro of the Santoro crime family.” The two officers’ ears perked up. “From what I can tell, the Santoro family had nothing to do with this. We have come to the conclusion that the recently deceased Frankie somehow got in way over his head, and Ukrainians came to collect. However, there is something else going on here. You see, Mr. Y’s crew never seem to get caught off guard. We are missing something and that is what we need to find out.” Hunter pointed and said, “What is the missing piece that connects these gentlemen here to the young black men and these men?” As he pointed to the Y, he concluded, “I just pray that they’re done here in your lovely, little town.”
Mr. Y
Dawn was tied up in an office, but she had no clue where. The men had their own doctor remove the bullet that had struck her. It was a
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