Castling

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May sixteenth two thousand fifteen..

In an abandoned warehouse a group of eight men stand gathered around a table in a barely lit room.

One of the men, a man with bleach blond hair and green eyes, speaks, with a heavy, indefinable accent.

"So I'm gonna get a three-to-one return on my money?" The blond man asks.

"Alex, Ian here is the reaI deaI. I met him at a hash bar in Amsterdam. He speaks mostly Russian, so..." The man standing next to the blond rambles when a man standing across the table from him looks at the blond with skeptical suspicion..

"Arya Calavera's trust is not gained easiIy. Two years it took me. You see, Kyle,
she doesn't Iike new faces. So teII me, why am I
Iooking at new faces?"

"Alex Krieg, meet my friends, Mikey." .. Kyle, the man who had rambled earlier points to a man on his right, a younger man with brown hair and grey eyes. Then he points to the bleach blond man "And Ian... They're heIping me with the finance..They're not cops." Kyle reassures Alex.

Alex is still clearly wary of the two unknown men as he gestures to the man to his right who presents a briefcase which he lays on the table between the two groups of men.

The briefcase is opened revealing a street drug that had become popular over the last six months called Alpha Blood.. It gave users a high that made them feel twenty times stronger.. Up until the second their hearts gave out from the strain, that is..

"It's the real deal.. You will get back all the money you invest and then some.." Alex tells the three men across the table from him with a nod amd sneer to the blond man.. "You'll see well more than a three-to-one return on your money, Ian.."

"Good.. I like money." Ian replied with his heavy accent.

"We all do." Mikey said with a laugh as he clapped Ian on the back.. "You'll have to forgive him.. He doesn't really understand a lot of English.. But money.. Money he understands.." Mikey told Alex as he gestured to Ian.

"Money is good.." Ian reiterated Mikey's point then Kyle produced a briefcase full of cash.

"Money.. You like too?" Ian asked as he gestured to the open briefcase full of cash.

"Yeah.. It's good." Alex said with a nod then pushed the briefcase filled with baggies full of Alpha Blood pills towards Kyle as Kyle gave over the briefcase of money..

The second Kyle picked up the briefcase of Alpha Blood pills there was a bright flash, a loud pop and a huge bang of metal being bashed into.

There was a lot of shouting of "FBI!! .. HANDS IN THE AIR!!!" as a lot of new people came swarming in carrying guns and wearing full body tactical gear.

"Cops!" Alex shouted as he, Kyle, Mikey, Ian and all of Alex's men dove behind a concrete wall of a large side room..

"You brought COPS into this deal you little backstabbing cunt!" Alex yelled into Kyle's face as he grabbed Kyle by the front of his shirt and shook him and slammed him against the concrete wall.

"No!" Kyle shouted over the noise as most of Alex's men opened fire on the FBI Agents through the doorway of the room "It must be one of your guys!.. My guys are clean!.. I've known Ian for two years and Mikey is an Argent so I know they wouldn't nark on us!"

Alex eyed one of his men, the man wasn't firing on the Agents like the others but was instead appearing to have problems with his gun..

"You fucking pig!" Alex shouted at the man and slammed him into the wall "You motherfucking nark!.. You brought the cops down on us!"

"No, no, Alex no!.. My gun is jammed!" The man begged as Alex was aiming a gun at him.

"Oh?.. Let's see then!" Alex shouted and grabbed the man's gun from him and used it to shoot the man in the head "Jammed my ass!" then Alex spit on the man's corpse and threw the gun to the side and Ian picked the gun up and checked the ammunition clip then stowed the gun in his waistband..

There was a three foot tall concrete halfwall in the room which Mikey and Kyle ducked behind for cover as two of Alex's men fell..

"This isn't my deal.. This isn't even my deal!" Kyle covered his head and whined as Alex and Ian also took cover behind the short halfwall as the last two of Alex's henchmen died after getting in their own shots at a couple of now wounded FBI Agents.

Mikey shook Kyle and shouted at him through clenched teeth "You're worried about yourself?!.. You fucker!.. My dad is gonna kill me for this, Kyle! Do you understand?!.. Literally kill me!.. I cannot go to jail!.. I can't!"..

Ian dove over the short wall with an impressive roll then he was charging the Agents and screaming in Russian with his gun raised and opening fire on the Agents..

Two bullets were fired into Ian's chest and Ian lifelessly dropped to the ground..

"No!.. Oh my god, Oh my god!.. Ian!" Kyle shouted "Oh we're gonna go to jail, we're gonna go to jail!"

Alex took a bullet to the shoulder and dropped to the floor behind the short wall, his still loaded gun clattering uselessly beside him..

"No!.. I can't go to jail!.. I can't!" Mikey shouted and grabbed Alex's gun and jumped up, standing behind the short wall and fired at the Agents, hitting one in the face, the bullet ripped through the Agent's face armor and blood splattered into the wall behind them.. Mikey continued shooting even as The FBI kept telling for him to drop the gun.. Mikey ducked for cover, Alex passed him an ammunition clip and Mikey reloaded the gun..

Mikey stood and got in another six shots and hit three other FBI Agents.. Then Mikey fell to the ground, his chest and stomach bleeding from four bullet holes..

Kyle climbed over to Mikey and tried to stop the bleeding..

The remaining FBI Agents rounded the halfwall and Alex was cuffed, Kyle was pulled away from Mikey and cuffed then an Agent knelt down to check Mikey's pulse but Mikey was already dead.. In the middle of the room another Agent knelt down and confirmed that Ian was also dead along with all four of Alex's men..

Kyle watched as his two friends, Ian and Mikey were zipped into body bags and loaded onto gurnies and into an ambulance and a bleeding but still alive Alex was carted off to another ambulance and all of Alex's men were sealed into body bags..

"We're gonna need another three ambulances." An Agent said into a radio as wounded FBI Agents were loaded into three ambulances and dead FBI Agents were loaded into another ambulance.

"Why even bother?" Another Agent asked as they gestured at the dead bodies of Alex's men "They're all dead.. Just call a meatwagon."

Then Kyle was led outside and put into the back of a police cruiser so he never heard what the other Agent replied..

An ambulance drove slowly down a dark isolated road.

Inside the ambulance a black body bag moves.

"Hang on, hang on.." A female voice says and the body bag is unzipped.

A man with bleach blond hair and green eyes sits up, the body bag pooling around his waist..

"Welcome back, Derek." The female said.

"Hey, Erica.." Derek replied with a grin at the woman "Please tell me you guys brought me spare clothes."

A deep voice replied from the driver's seat "Isaac, hand him the bag."

A young curly haired man leaned out of the passanger seat and passed a small blue duffle bag to the man on the gurney who was still sitting with a body bag pooled at his waist.

"Thanks." Derek said as he started to open the duffle bag and then he saw the gurney beside him.

"Who's in the other bag?" He asked worriedly.

"Don't worry.. It's not one of ours.. It's one of the bad guys." Erica replied.

Derek climbed off of the gurney and kicked the body bag away and unzipped the other body bag..

"Awww nnnoooo.. Christ!!... Mikey!.." Derek shouted mournfully "How'th fuck this happen?!.. He's just a kid!.. We in the business of killing fucking kids now?!.."

"Calm down!" Erica exclaimed.. "This KID as you put it opened fire on OUR Agents.. Members of YOUR Team, Derek.. He killed one of us and wounded three others!"

"So that warrants an automatic death sentence?" Derek yelled back.

"He wouldn't drop his gun, Derek!" Isaac exclaimed from the passanger seat..

"Exactly!" Erica stated heartedly "He wouldn't drop his gun.. What'ya goin soft on criminals, now, Derek? Did'ya get attached?"

"Hey.. That's a low blow." The deep voice from the driver's seat said calmly "You know that to go that deep undercover you gotta get as close as possible to the people who can get you on the inside .. You gotta treat them like friends, sometimes even like family.. Derek's not soft on Criminals, Erica.. But he did get attached because getting close was what he was supposed to do.. And the kid was young, Erica.. Think about how you'd feel if a kid that young died on a case you were undercover on."

"I get it!" Erica exclaimed..

"God, Mikey.. Why couldn't you just drop the damn gun?" Derek asked sadly, but Mikey's corpse laid silent and still.