Nine

I can't sleep, like it was my first mission, I'm stressed. In these cases, I know what to do.

I look in my suitcase, grab a pair of jogging bottoms, a T-shirt and sneakers without forgetting my Mp3.

I put on my chosen clothes, leave the house through the stairs that I call the way to hell. I'm sweating when I haven't even started what I want to do yet

After minutes that seemed like hours, I'm downstairs from the hotel.

I activate my Google maps so that it can help me in case I get lost.

I turn on my playlist, screw the headphones into my ears, then start running like I'm crazy. The cool wind gives me goosebumps, I did not take a sweater. Despite this, I continue to run. I feel like I'm free, at peace, the music boosts me even more.

My feet are starting to tire but I don't care, I want to keep this feeling of freedom. The few passers-by, who are not yet at home, look at me in shock.

What, you've never seen a woman run around like the police are chasing her?

I see my feet no longer come

really to follow so I stop, shit, forgot to take a bottle of water, now I'm thirsty, wipe my sweaty face.

I don't understand why I can't see any drug dealers they knew the cops were in town or what?

I do not dwell on this subject and breathe for a few minutes. I look around, the sky, still dark. It's only three in the morning. This is why I am surprised not to find any addicts.

By dint of walking, I found a lake. I sit by the edge of the lake.

I look at the moon and lose myself in my memories.

~ A few hours later ~

I feel someone patting me on the shoulder. I slowly open my eyes. Where am I ?

Ah! I start to remember my mad rush.

- Miss, are you okay?

I look at the person asking me the question, he is an elderly man, he has a lot of wrinkles, a tired face, white hair, he is not really tall or short, in the middle, he is wearing overalls . Surely he must be a gardener working in the area.

- Yes.

The man left, Bizarre.

At first glance, the sun begins to rise.

I get up, check the time on my Mp3, seven thirty.

Oh I'm thirsty and I want to go to the bathroom. I look at Google maps which helps me find the path that leads me to the casa.

When I get there, the first thing I do is drink water. Then I undress to take a shower.

When I finish my shower, I take as clothes: pants, a dark green long-sleeved shirt, flat boots.

I finish wearing my clothes and do my usual ponytail. I look on the couch to see if Chris the Traitor is awake. Obviously yes. He's reading something on his phone.

-It's time to go, let's hurry!

He gets up from the sofa. We leave the room and lock the door. We descend the endless stairs at full speed.

Arrived at the bottom, we take a taxi which drops us at the narcotics brigade.

We enter, we greet a few people while heading towards Diego's office.

I open the door without being authorized.

- Hi Diego, is everything in place for the mission?

- Yes, Faith. I'm waiting for Woods.

- Where's that old schnock again? I mumble.

- Present to hear your beautiful phrase, Miss Hall.

- Thank you very much for your compliment Woods, but we don't have time to chat, let's start this mission once and for all.

'The first and the last time I agree with you, Miss Hall.

***

Chris is undercover in Jake's area. He wears an earpiece, as does the whole team. We are in Medellín, the most popular city for its drug sale.

Diego's POS.

Seeing this kind of neighborhood again repels me more than anything else: dirty streets, rubbish everywhere. Dealers, drug addicts smoking cocaine, if I had been told I was going to come back here, I would never have believed it.

There, is not the subject for the moment. I am a little stressed, because as with every operation of this kind, I can either die or stay alive. That sort of thing scares me when I think about it.

First of all, I know Jake is coming to Fuego Bar, to get the new drug load code. Each time, he changes his code so as not to get caught, typical of the great Pablo, head of this network.

When I arrive at the bar, there is a big baraclet almost like me standing in front of the small door of the entrance to the club.

He's Latin, tanned, tall, with a bald head, ear piercings, and lots of tattoos.

I decide to enter the bar when the baraclet blocks my way.

- What's going on bro? I ask

He looks me up and down for a minute without blinking and then lets me in.

The bar is dark, not too big overall, there is a corner where drinks, alcohol etc are served, a staircase leading to bedrooms. It is only the disco balls that serve as light, almost naked women jiggling with dance companions, long iron bar sensually to hot songs, men watching the stage growl in excitement .I see alcoholics here, prostitutes with clients there, strippers on one side, on the other side, drunk slouching in the armchairs.

That's not what interests me, I'm looking for a face, bingo I found it! He is in the company of a Black guy, he hands him a paper. I understand right away, it's the new code. I wait a few minutes, while Jake leaves the bar. Which he does in five minutes.

I also leave the box a minute after him. The baraclet always looks at me in a weird way and I don't like it at all.

I see Jake walking down a dark alley, so I decide to follow him.

- Is the area targeted? I whispered as I continued to walk.

- Yes.

- The guy at the entrance to the bar is looking at me strangely, I'll warn you just in case, keep an eye on him.

- Okay.

The alleys are more and more narrow and dark.

- It's dark, lead me.

- Okay.

- Walk straight ahead. I do, stop, turn left, that's good, now walk again.

I walk, then she tells me to stop on the gravel wall I saw.

- Why do I have to stop?

- Shut up and wait.

I hate her.

Then I hear two voices discussing.

- Estoy aquí, Muéstrate!

(Tr: I'm here, show yourself)

- hola hermano, has comprobado que nadie te sigue?

(Tr: Hi brother, have you checked that no one is following you?)

- Por supuesto hermano you conoces me.

(Tr: Of course brother, you know me)

- El código.

(Tr: The Code)

- Khorosheye vino.

I hear a door close, Jake must have gone inside.

What is that language ?

- Chris, that language is Russian.

My mouth forms an o.

- What did he say in Russian?

- Jake gave the code so he could pass. The code is good wine.

Good wine?

- Now how am I going to get back?

- Patience Chris.

The ringing of a telephone rings knowing that it is not me, it must be that of the person who spoke with Jake. We could collect information.

-Jefe, solo falta el tipo que acompañará a Keja al lugar de depósito de la cosa.

(Boss, it's only missing the guy who will accompany Keja instead of depositing the thing.)

-...

- Debe come in unos minutos.

(Tr: He should come in a few minutes.)

-...

- Correct.

(Okay.)

When I'm about to say something, she gets ahead of me.

- You know what you have to do Chris.

- I know it.

When I step forward I begin to see light and blink a few times, my eyes used to being dark.

- Muéstrate!

I see a guy twice my height, muscular, a face with an icy look, a black tank top revealing several tattoos stuffed in pants.

There is a curtain behind him.

- El código?

Okay.

- Khorosheye vino.

He takes his big arm and pulls the curtain, leaving room for a large armored door. When he opens the door, about to go home.

- You number?

My name?

I don't know the name their boss gave them at all.

Shit !