To be or Not To Be
Manhattan was quite the lively city, whether you walk the streets during the day or enjoy the nightlife. Yet, that didn’t mean things slipped from the public's ever watchful eye. A lot of the buildings were left abandoned in the city with no reason as to why... but that was just what criminals needed to hide in.
One building, the Elustine Tower, had been abandoned since the 70s. No one had dared to wonder in because of rumors that the building was haunted due to the sounds of people moving around the building at night...
Yet, that was all a lie to keep people out...
You see... A cartel, or at least that was what they called themselves, had been using the basement of the building as a drug lab inside. The "mastermind", as he called himself, behind it was a man by the name of Mikel Andrade, who was doing it mostly for the money. He had done this operation at least 6 other times in 4 other states over the course of 7 years, yet he ran away before he could get caught. An absolute madlad, but not the good kind. It got the point he had to be put on the FBI Most Wanted list. At least a dozen agents sent after him, yet almost none of them were successful. A few had come close to arrest him, but he had to able to slip out of their grasp.
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•FRIDAY, SEPTEMBER 13TH, 2002|12:28 AM.•
"Good work, we'll surely be getting a good profit with the amount we've made."
Mikel said, walking around to see their process. It was business as usual: cook as much coke as possible before sunrise. Yet, unbeknown to them, that night would be the end of their business, at least for a while. "Pack it up by 2. They'll be here to pick 'em up soon."
There was the sound of a glass window shattering in the distance. They quietly made their way towards the basement door, throwing a smoke bomb down the stairs to the lab. "Oops." They whispered to themself under their breath with a small giggle. It ended up landing at Mikel's feet, bussing open a second later. "Goddamn... Who the hell..." As the smoke thickened, the agent put on their goggles before going in. Mikel took out his gun, looking around, seeing the shadows of his workers being knocked to the ground.
"Who's there?!"
Mikel walked cautiously to the door as the smoke started to clear. He made his way upstairs to the front doors of the building, kicking them open.
"Huh?.." He was immediately met with at least 10 NYPD officers, guns at the ready. He turned around, attempting to run back inside. Yet he was stopped when he felt the cold tip of a gun pressing against his chest.
"Drop the gun and put your hands up." The agent in front of him whispered in an authoritative tone.
Mikel slowly dropped the gun from his hand, putting his arms up.
"Good." The agent took out a pair of handcuffs, cuffing the con before taking him to one of the police cars and pushed him inside.
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•FRIDAY, SEPTEMBER 13TH, 2002|8:47AM•
Hunter Palermo was laying on the couch, Shiloh, a Cane Corso, at his feet, and Watson, a German Shepherd, laying on the ottoman. HUNTER was watching news, smirking as the story about the building was covered.
"Hmm..." Hunter took a sip of his morning coffee with a slight smirk playing on his face. He heard footsteps coming downstairs toward the kitchen, realizing who it was.
"Heading to work, dear?"
Hunter turned to look his husband, Detective Arin Yoshida, as their dogs ran up to him. He walked over to the couch before planting a kiss gently on Hunter's forehead. "Yep. I promise I'll be home by 5 today... and I'll grab some dinner on the way back."
Hunter smiled a bit at that. "I'll be counting on it, darling."