Chapter 6: Revenge (Part 2)

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Bennett

This is a weird place.

Saunders

Well this is where he said they should be.

Bennett

I think they would have moved if they knew the other guys might come back to kill them, considering they know their hideout.

Saunders

I don’t think this is their hideout. Let’s just check it out.

The agents walk through the door and pass a guard; behind him are tables and chairs with people eating food.

Guard

You two seem lost. Can I help you?

Saunders

Yeah, uh, we’re looking for Roberto.

Guard

And what business do you have with Roberto?

Saunders

We need to ask him a few questions.

Guard

I see. Wait right here.

The guard leaves.

Bennett

Something doesn’t seem right here.

Saunders responds to Bennett in a sarcastic tone.

Saunders

Gee, could it be the guard at the door of the restaurant?

The guard comes back.

Guard

Right this way.

The agents follow the guard to a back room. Inside the first doorway to their left was a room filled with suspicious looking men sitting around tables talking, some seem to be playing poker. Instead, the guard leads them to a door which leads to a hallway. The guard finally stops and points to a large wooden door to his right.

Guard

Roberto will see you now.

The guard walks away.

Saunders

Be prepared for anything.

They knock on the door.

Sin

Do you not know how to open a door? Turn the knob and push, idiots!

They hear laughter on the other side of the door before Saunders opens it and walks in. Immediately they are grabbed by people with guns pointed at their heads. There are a few half-clothed people in the room and a man sitting next to a woman, both in robes, who finally speaks.

Sin

You have got to be the worst FBI agents in the world.

Saunders

Are you Roberto?

Sin

No. You will not be seeing him today. My name is Sin. Now tell me, what brings you here?

Saunders

Roberto. We came to speak with him and right now you are just wasting my time.

Sin laughs and stands up.

Sin

I don’t think you seem to realize the situation you’re in. Now tell me why you are here or I will have my men shoot your friend in the head.

Bennett

You realize there are people eating down the hall. They’ll hear gunshots.

Sin

So at the very worst they’ll scream and run out of the building. None of them will do anything. This is your last chance.

The agents exchange glances and nod. Bennett grabs the guy holding him by the arm as he shoots so that the shot hits the ceiling, and throws the man at the group of men sitting at the table before they can get up to shoot at him. Bennett pulls out his gun and starts shooting all the men in the room. Gun shots are being fired back directly at Bennett but he doesn’t move. Seeing their male counterparts are in need of help, the women get up and start shooting. Saunders takes out his gun and fires at the women and any remaining men standing. Sin is the only one left alive; injured but still breathing.

Saunders

Watch the door!

Again the agents look at each other and each takes their positions; Bennett walks over to start guarding the door while Saunders moves in towards the man.

Saunders

That was for calling us the worst FBI agents in the world.

Sin

What the hell!? You had to kill everyone here?

Saunders

Seems to me like you gave us no other choice. Now I’ll ask one more time; where is Roberto!?

Sin

He’s in the poker room. Please just let me go now.

Saunders

Well, since you said please.

Saunders shoots Sin in the forehead and kills him.

Bennett

Did you get that all out of your system?

Saunders

Mostly. Now let’s go say hi to Roberto.

They slowly open the door, guns pointed to see if anyone is waiting on the other side. Saunders leads Bennett down the hallway, keeping his gun at the ready as they make their way to the poker room. They open the door to find everyone starring at them like they’re waiting for them to sit down and play a game. The agents walk in, guns in hand.

Man

Do you want in?

Saunders

Where’s Roberto?!

Behind them, guns are pointed at their head.

Bobby

Well I’ll be damned.

The agents turn around and see Bobby, the man they know through Joe Tyler when they play poker, standing behind them with a gun pointed in Saunders face.

Bobby

Put your guns away, boys, unless you feel like you’ve had a good enough life.

Saunders

What the hell are you doing here?

Bobby

I own this place. By the way, you’re cleaning up that mess you made back there. And don’t worry; I never liked those guys anyways.

Saunders

Wait, are you ‘Roberto?’

Bobby

Yeah, but my good friends call me Bobby, as you know already. I saw you come in and wanted to know what you wanted first. Killing everyone in that room was a clear message that it’s a really important matter. So what can I do for you?

Saunders

Are you the one who was in a gun fight with Nico?

Bobby

Oh that guy? Yeah. He wants to try and control this place. I think he wants to tear it down, turn it into a whore house or something, I don’t know. All I know is this is my home, for me and my people, and we have a pretty good business going on here on top of other businesses I’m involved with.

Saunders rolls his eyes and starts getting aggravated.

Saunders

I can’t believe this is going on right now. Listen, we need a private chat.

Bobby

Fine, let’s sit in the restaurant; it’s pretty empty right now.

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December 17, 2008 – San Fransisco

18 years after the agents were in school with those bullies, Cole Bennett is on duty as a police officer. He is walking to his police car when he gets bumped into by a man running. Their faces meet and Cole’s eyes widen as he recognizes who it is. The man, who is clearly terrified, kept on running.

Bennett

Jason? Hey, Jason!

Cole starts running after his long lost friend and follows him into an alleyway.

Bennett

Jason, wait!

Jason Saunders stops and turns around.

Saunders

I’m sorry! Look, I just don’t have your... Cole?

Bennett

Hey, Jason. Long time no see.

Saunders

Yeah. Hey, I’m actually kind of happy you’re here.

Bennett

Why? What’s wrong?

Logan

He went this way! There he is!

First Thug

Shit, a cop!

Logan

Wait!

Logan stares at the cop for a minute.

Logan

No way! Cole Bennett. So you’re supposed to be a cop now? I don’t believe it. It’s probably just another dirty lie.

Logan pulls out a gun and his gang follows his lead.

Bennett

Whoa! Hey, Logan, I know we never got along in the past but I really think you should put those guns away.

Logan

Shut up! Jason, where’s my money?

Saunders

I told you, I don’t have it yet. I need a little more time.

Bennett

Alright, let’s just all calm down here. What seems to be the problem?

Logan

When I want you to talk, I’ll ask you to! Jason here owes me some money. It seems he bet a little more than he had at a high stakes poker game.

Bennett

So you fellows were gambling, huh?

Logan

Yeah, you can play cop all you want, I’m not buying it.

Bennett

Would it help if you looked at my badge?

Logan starts laughing.

Logan

Sure, I need to see this.

Cole starts to slowly pull out his badge.

Bennett

Here, take a look.

Logan looks at the badge.

Logan

Well I’ll be... guys, drop your guns.

Second Thug

Why?

Bennett

Because if you don’t, I’ll shoot him.

Logan moves slightly to reveal that Cole has a gun pointed at him.

Third Thug

You’re not going to shoot him.

Bennett

Maybe not if he was a regular citizen, but for this particular dirt bag I think I’ll make an exception to the law. You’re all under arrest. You too, Jason. I’m sorry.

They all drop their guns.

First Thug

Are you sure you have enough handcuffs there?

Cole takes out his radio.

Bennett

This is Officer Cole Bennett; I’m going to need backup at–

Logan

Now!

Logan jumps out of the way as one of his men takes a shot at him with a hidden gun. Jason jumps towards the guns that the guys have dropped and quickly grabs two of them. He points the guns at the guy who took the shot.

Saunders

Drop it!

He drops the gun.

Saunders

Now leave here before the cops come.

Logan

Are you going to give me my money?

Saunders

Now!

All the men leave.

Radio

Officer Bennett, are you okay? Was that a gun shot?

Jason grabs the radio.

Saunders

Officer down!

Radio

Who is this? What’s happening?

Saunders

Officer Jason Saunders from the Los Angeles Police Department. I’m going to need an ambulance at 7th Street. Hurry!

Bennett

So you’re a cop, huh?

Saunders

Yeah, but I guess I have a little bit of a problem. Please don’t tell anyone, especially not the wife.

Bennett

You’re married?

Saunders

Yeah.

Bennett

Don’t worry, I owe you one.

Saunders

I don’t think the count is even, Cole. I’m pretty sure I owe you one, now.

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Present Day – Oakland

Saunders

I’ve never been in a more confusing scenario.

Bobby

Well help me understand so I can help.

Saunders

Alright, maybe I can tell you; well, not everything, obviously.

Bobby

Obviously.

Bobby doesn’t really know what’s happening; he’s just playing along with the agents until he can figure out what they’re talking about and how it involves him.

Saunders

We’re basically stuck on a number of cases. We get one lead to check out this warehouse, next thing we know Nico is there and he has his men take out our squad. He then tells us he has a lot of information we need on our other cases so we kind of need him. The problem is he will only tell us if we... well... if we ‘get rid of’ you and your people.

Bobby

So, why not tell him off and arrest his ass?

Saunders

It’s not that simple for us.

Bobby

So you’re actually considering killing us here?

Saunders

No, I’m considering arresting you.

Bobby starts laughing.

Bobby

Like hell you are. So you stab me in the back and then let that bastard go free?

Saunders

Not exactly. But we need to make it seem real. Do this for us and we’ll make it up to you.

Bobby

How?

Saunders whispers something to Bobby.

Bobby

My men are not going to go down without a fight. There are others, too, that aren’t here.

Saunders

Give us names. We’ll try not to hurt anyone but we can’t have anyone knowing what’s going on.

Bobby

I understand.

Bobby looks at Bennett.

Bobby

Hey, Cole, you’re kind of bleeding... a lot.

To be continued...