When the slew of police officers, state troopers, and Federal agents arrived on the scene where the sixteen agents were taken down, they were briefed on what they could recount until they went unconscious from the tranquilizer darts.
“The device used to take out our communications was not something you’d find at RadioShack. This shit was high tech and used by our government for many reasons, not to compromise our federal agency with this jailbreak.”
Joe Davis, the assistant director of the Harrisburg office, was concerned about his men, so he responded to the chopper pilot’s statement.
“This is an act of terror against our agency. The men that did this are well trained and covert. All the technology used here was backed by skill and precision. They didn’t want you guys dead; they only wanted Rakman Hussein, and they got him with ease.”
After Joe gave his views on what took place, he started walking around the scene looking for something that would show who these trained men were, but he found nothing. He needed something to report back to Jack Ross.
~ ~ ~
At 6:01 p.m. all the major news outlets and social media sites were plastering information about Tommy Guns’s arrest. Jack Ross was now in Harrisburg dealing with Rakman’s escape. Agent Johnson was also with him at his side as he spoke to the press.
“Yes, we have finally captured the man who has brought fear into this country and grief into the homes of the agents we’ve lost. Thanks to Agent Johnson and his men, along with the tips we’ve received, we were able to bring down this monster. I know you guys have a ton of questions, so I’ll take a few.”
The questions flew rapidly until he focused in on one reporter at a time, giving each one their fair shot to ask a question.
“This question is for you, Mr. Ross. You’ve captured Mr. Anderson, but Rakman Hussein managed to escape from the custody of sixteen armed and trained federal agents who were taken out by tranquilizer darts. Who could possibly have this power to take out all of those agents as well as to down the helicopter following them?”
This was the first time Mr. Ross was made aware of the details of Rakman’s escape.
“No comment until I gather more info on this situation,” Jack responded before turning to Agent Johnson and stepping away from the microphones. He then leaned into Johnson and said, “I need you to get behind this. Find out more information. The press shouldn’t know more than I do. It’s insane.”
Jack Ross continued on with his press conference and provided answers to a few of their questions.
Meanwhile down in Florida, Tony the Ghost was watching the news and saw what the rest of America was seeing with the press conference announcing the capture of Tommy Guns. This alone made him upset because he just had given Tommy a large shipment. Tony figured that someone must have set him up for the $2 million reward. He wanted to find out exactly who was responsible for this, and he wanted to reach out to one of his associates that would get him that information.
“Oye, yo necessito telefono,” Tony called out.
A member of his staff immediately came over and handed him the cordless phone.
“Anything else, señor?”
“Bring me a double shot of peach Cîroc.”
“Right away, señor.”
Tony made the call to his associate who would have the answers that Tony needed; and if not, he would get them.
The phone picked up on the third ring.
“Hola, que tal?”
“Viejo, we have a problem that needs to be fixed,” Tony said before going into full detail on what was going on.
His associate assured him that it would be taken care of.
“I’ll have my people look into this. I hope it doesn’t offset anything we have in progress,” the man over the phone said.
“No, no! Everything is just fine,” Tony replied, assuring his powerful friend that he had everything under control.
“No more calls like this. It’s not good for business, and it’s not a good look for you running the business,” the bossy voice said over the phone before hanging up, not even giving Tony a chance to respond.
Once the call ended, the bossy voice over the phone turned to his sicarios in his presence.
“Mira yo tengo trabajo para ti.”
Meanwhile, back at his mansion, Tony was drinking the double shot of peach Cîroc his staff had brought to him. All he could do was think about the call he just had with his powerful associate. Tony also wanted resolve.
“Oye, I want you to go over to the projects and bring me back Tommy Guns’s crew. I need to speak with them ahora!” Tony said to his security.
His men did just as he requested. He knew business still had to be conducted even with Tommy being in jail. Tony wanted his money or his product.
~ ~ ~
Jack Ross was being briefed on the Rakman escape at 8:04 p.m. He was taken aback by what he had heard thus far, because this was not done by regular men trying to break someone out. This was a covert extraction carried out with precision.
“Okay, men, keep a tight seal on this thing until I reach out to my superiors,” Jack Ross said as he began to make the necessary calls around the nation to see who was responsible for this.
The first call he made was to the National Security Association (NSA). They neither knew anything nor admitted to anything. Regardless, nothing came from that call. He then called the Counter Terrorist Division (CTD), and they, too, had nothing to say about the incident. Jack was now getting frustrated because he figured he would have at least gotten somewhere by reaching out to these elite agencies, but nothing so far. He called up the CIA, and that led to another dead end and cold shoulder. Every agency seemed to turn its back on him and what had taken place, especially at the mention of Rakman Hussein’s name.
About fifteen minutes after he had made his last call, Jack’s phone began to ring. An anonymous number displayed on the screen. But when he answered the call, he realized it was someone from one of the agencies he had just called.
“Mr. Ross, if you want to know what I know, meet me on the I-83 bridge, and come alone. I’ll be there in exactly thirty minutes. If you miss it or I sense that something is wrong, I’m gone and you will never have the information that you’re in search of.”
Click. The phone hung up leaving Jack Ross on high alert as his mind raced while trying to figure out what was happening and why the secrecy when speaking about Rakman Hussein and the escape. He wanted answers, so he needed to get there on time and alone. Jack Ross looked at his watch and saw he had twenty-nine minutes to get to his destination or he was going to miss out on something that could crack the case wide open and lead to Rakman Hussein and the men who assisted in getting him out.
About twenty-eight minutes later, Jack pulled onto the bridge behind a car on the right side that he saw with its hazard lights on. A lone man got out of the vehicle and walked around to the other side, away from the oncoming traffic. He looked over the Susquehanna River and thought about what he was going to tell Jack Ross.
Jack exited his car and then made his way over to the intriguing, well-dressed man.
“Jack, my name is Richard O’Neil from the CTD. I used to be the director of operations for the CIA as well. I was responsible for dictating where foreign operatives went to retrieve intel from other countries—spies to be exact.”
“Agent O’Neil, tell me what the hell we are doing right here!”
“Rakman Hussein knows people who are connected to those in powerful places. I’m talking about governors, senators, and presidents, and not just in this country, but those around the world.”
“So you’re telling me the people that got him out of jail are on our side?” Jack questioned in disbelief.
“It’s exactly what I’m saying.”
“I need names. Be more specific so I can help put a face to this thing to expose them for the traitors they are!” Jack said with anger.
Agent O’Neil looked out at the river and heard the clashing of t
he water beneath the bridge running over the little dam below. At the same time, he heard the fast cars drive by behind him. As he was processing his thoughts and the names of those he was about to tell Jack Ross, he halted in mid-thought. Jack Ross immediately could see the pink mist spraying from the side of Agent O’Neil’s head followed by the crack and boom of the sniper rifle that had fired the gun. His brains immediately ejected out the side of his head onto his car, snapping his neck from the brute force of the gun as his body fell to the ground.
The shot was fired from a distance, yet Jack figured with the time it took to hear the crack of the gun to when O’Neil was hit, it was an incredibly accurate shot. Jack was on the ground fast, since he did not want to be next. His heart was beating just as fast as his mind was racing. He tried to figure out what the hell he had gotten himself into. He got it together and quickly crawled to the other side of the car, where he opened his door and got inside. He remained low, knowing a sniper could easily take him out. He quickly drove off and realized that the situation was far more serious than he had expected. Who could he trust if anyone with what little information he had learned from Agent O’Neil? Jack was also aware that elite agencies could track his whereabouts, so he grabbed his cell phone and prepared to toss it out of the window when it started to ring. He answered nervously.
“Hello! Jack Ross here.”
“Mr. Ross, be careful of the questions you ask or the people you associate yourself with. If you think you know something or have information, rid yourself of those thoughts before a sniper bullet clears your mind without you seeing it coming,” the voice on the other end of the phone said before hanging up.
In fear, Jack tossed the phone out onto the highway and allowed the cars behind him to run it over multiple times. He made his way back home to Maryland. He was full of emotions and confusion as he tried mentally to embrace that Agent O’Neil had been murdered in front of him by a sniper’s bullet.
How did they know he was going to be there in that exact location? Could they have been listening in on his calls the whole time, just waiting to see who he was going to meet? Jack had so many questions and thoughts tormenting his mind. He looked around as he drove fast down the highway, and he feared any car that matched his speed while pulling up alongside him. He just wanted to get home and see his family. He’d had enough of this shit for one night.
CHAPTER 17
MEANWHILE BACK IN Miami, Geez and Little D were on their way to Tre’s crib to take care of business. As they approached the crib, they noticed four H2 Hummers parked out front side by side.
“Yo, D, ain’t that Tony’s people in them trucks?” Geez asked while eyeing the trucks to see if anyone was inside of them. Nothing.
“Yo, nobody is in there,” Little D said. “They in Tre’s crib. Where else could they be?” he said while knocking on the door.
Trina came to the door with a look that meant something was wrong; but before they could react, Tony’s goons came into view. Little D and Geez already had their guns aimed at the niggas thinking that something was wrong with Tre since they did not see him.
“What the fuck is going on, fool?” Little D blurted out while gripping his Glock 40mm.
“Yo, Tre, you up in there?” Geez asked, trying to look past the big Latino.
“Tranquillo, amigos. Jefe wants to talk to you guys about Tommy. This isn’t about gunplay. If it was, you would already have been dealt with.”
They didn’t trust the Spanish niggas, plus they still didn’t see Tre.
“If everything is good, where’s my nigga Tre at?”
“He’s right here, mi amigo,” the goon said, stepping aside and allowing Tre to exit the crib, all ready to meet Tony.
“I’m good, y’all. Plus, if there was beef, you know my hood ain’t gonna let these niggas roll up in here like that.”
The goons looked on at Tre, not liking what he said. But they did see many young thugs in the hood standing by strapped and ready to protect all the movement of drugs and money being made.
They all got into the Hummers ready to meet the boss. Tony awaited their arrival on the other side of the city at one of his many warehouses used for his import and export business.
When they finally arrived at the warehouse, they entered with Tony’s goons right behind them. They saw Tony sitting at a table in the middle of the warehouse with two twin-looking Latinas, both of whom had bleached-blonde hair, baby-blue eyes, light skin, and perky breasts and were wearing sky-blue, tight dresses by DKNY that hugged every curve. Just like everyone else, the ladies were strapped with twin .380s and ready to roll. Tony remained calm with all of his power and protection as the young, street, thugged-out drug dealers approached him. He got straight to the point as each of them stood in front of the table.
“How did my friend Tommy get made?”
“I think it’s that bitch he got the kids with. She called me saying that her son got hit by a car. I called Tommy and told him. He was in New York. He came down to be greeted with that shit. I wanted to help him, but there was too many of them Fed boys,” Geez explained.
“What’s her name?” Tony calmly asked while fondling his Cuban cigar between his fingers.
“Shari is her first name. I don’t know her last name,” Geez responded. “She lives on North Street. I don’t know the exact address.”
“It’s obvious the kids don’t mean anything to her, just as they don’t mean anything to me since she has fucked with my money.”
The crew became silent as they looked on at Tony puffing on his cigar in thought.
“So, which one of you has my $1.5 million from the shipment I gave him? You are all on his team, so you are all responsible for my money,” Tony said.
Tony gave Tommy three hundred kilos at 11.5 each. It came out to $1,450,000. Tony just rounded it off to the nearest number for the inconvenience. The money they had was Tony’s because Tommy didn’t even touch the three hundred kilos because he still had product left over from the last go-round.
“I have $150,000 for you,” Geez said.
“I got $120,000, too,” Little D said.
“I can get you fifty stacks right now,” Tre lied, because he didn’t want to give up Tommy’s money so freely.
He would rather wait to see if Tommy sent them a message to get the shit from the stash house. They could then give it all back to Tony, not that he would take it back since he was all about money and no excuses.
“Get what you can and bring it back to me here. Don’t make me wait too long for my money. It won’t be good for you,” Tony threatened while puffing his cigar and blowing the smoke out in a thick cloud.
“Tre, Geez, and I have to shoot back up to Atlanta where we keep everything, but on the motorcycles it shouldn’t take long getting back here,” Little D said.
“I take it I’ll have to trust you two as I have done Tommy. Don’t fuck this up! Time is money, so be here at 9:00 in the morning.”
“We’ll be here with the money in hand,” Geez said.
“You all can leave me now,” Tony said as he stood up from his chair.
The two women closed in on him and caressed his arms, affectionately catering to the boss.
Geez, Tre, and Little D were not feeling what had just taken place as they made it back to the Hummers that took them back to the projects. They had to come up with more than what they all had together. They knew this nigga wouldn’t settle for less.
CHAPTER 18
AT 9:02 THE next morning, Geez, Little D, and Tony’s men arrived back at the warehouse, minus Tre. Tony took notice of his absence while at the same time feeling disrespected by the young thug.
“Hermanos, donde tu amigo?”
“I don’t know. He didn’t answer his phone either. He’s probably still asleep from staying up all night trying to get your money together,” Geez said, not wanting to shit on the homie but giving him the benefit of the doubt.
Little D took his bag of money and walked it over to Tony b
efore taking his place beside Geez, who also gave up a bag of money. Tony briefly looked into the bags and eyed the amount.
“Nice doing business with you, gentlemen,” he said as he stood up from his chair while escorted by the two killa Latinas strapped with their twin .380s ready to rock out if need be.
Geez and Little D looked on as the nigga tried to figure out why he got up on that note. Tony looked over his shoulder back at his men.
“Mata lo!” he said, giving the order to kill them.
Little D and Geez did not react fast enough as multiple guns fired on them. The loud roaring of the guns going off echoed through the warehouse as the flashes of fire from the weapons brightened each time the triggers were pulled.
Little D and Geez were both on the ground lifeless and dead to the world. Neither of them saw this coming. They figured if they paid the money as Tommy Guns did, they would be able to continue doing business with him. On the other hand, Tony also feared his connect, the bossy voice over the phone that got at him about having problems like this.
Had Tommy Guns known what had just happened to his young bucks, he would set out to kill Tony himself, and all of his goons if he could. The scene was a true Miami massacre. Tony wanted to have Tre there, too, but Tre’s instincts made him not show up.
Tony was now focused on cleaning up the mess he had made by investing product and time with Tommy Guns. Everybody must go. He did not want to chance it with him striking a deal with the Feds. Little did Tony know that was not Tommy’s style. He would take a bullet to the face first. After his men killed them, they made their way over to the projects to find Tre and take him out.
~ ~ ~
At 10:04 a.m. two H2 Hummers with Tony’s men pulled into the projects in search of Tre. They were ready to leave him where he stood, with no chance of retaliating for what they had done to his homies. As soon as the Hummers came to a halt and parked, all of Tre’s little homies in the hood popped up with straps ranging from AK-47s to AR-15s to 22mm Uzis. They gunned down all of Tony’s men, not even giving them a chance to get out of their trucks. Tre knew these muthafuckas would come if he didn’t show up, because Tony was about his business and punctual when it came to time and his money.
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