One of these days I'll kill him (Part 3)

Ty and I took the next two days off of school going over the intel and formulating a plan. When I showed Ty the binder that night I was surprised how excited he looked and now I understood why. He thrived in this environment, predicting movements, laying out routes for us to take, plotting the best vantage points. He was detailed in his preparation, everything to the last meter was taken into consideration for him. I think this was the first time I really saw his genius at work. The targets were the Colombian and Haitian gang leaders located in North Miami Beach and Little Haiti. Obviously, these were hardened criminals getting wealthy using illegal ways, the difference here was that they weren't just selling drugs, polluting the populace with garbage, no. The way they were getting their money was with scamming. Social security numbers and credit card accounts. A person's identity was worth a lot more than their addiction to a substance and a lot safer. Well until the government started getting wise to the games they played. So, when properties and luxuries started being repossessed and illegally funded accounts started going under because of the government cracking down on the scammers, the companies that were profiting from it started to lose money. It may have been dirty money but it was still money coming in. They needed to crack down, gaining more legitimate accounts and lose the bogus ones. That's where we came in, eliminate the head of the snakes and expose the evidence to the police where it would crumble their organization. When there's no boss, there is no one to be loyal to. Whether it's man or money. Their collapse benefits their competitors, our benefactors. The problem was getting to them both without the other getting paranoid and retreating back into a hole. It meant that we had to get them at the same time. We didn't want to turn this into a long-term assignment, so our best chance fell at the annual Art Basel being held in Wynwood later that week. A weekend filled with art shows, performances, and parties. If you were somebody you would be there and thanks to my physique, I would be able to get into almost every event without being identified. Just another pretty woman at a party and the more woman around the better. We decided to gather intel opening night to find out when and where our two targets would show themselves. I was to attend various parties alone while Ty watched me from afar with his various vantage points.

"Why don't you look dashing moto maua."

"Don't call me that! I hate it when Lucius calls me that. This dress is amazingly uncomfortable I can't move in this crap like I want to and did I have to wear heals?" I had Ty in my ear while I tried to navigate through the party.

"Well we had to make you stand out so you would be more approachable, I know you're not a piece of meat Ni, but can you at least act like a piece for the sake of this info." I was so disgusted with this statement.

"Next time you're the one dressing up and being the piece of meat, this is infuriating"

"Sure, when I grow a beard, a couple inches, and more muscle I will gladly be your piece of meat, I might even enjoy it but for now look alive, two drunk Haitians on your six." I turned around, two men in their 30s started to approach me. They certainly looked the part, expensive clothes and jewelry.

"alo Mwen panse ke Mwen te jwenn larenn pwochen mwen"[1] That settles it, with that thick accent it could only be Haitian creole. I smile and start shrinking the distance between us.

"I'm sorry I don't speak creole but," I move closer to him caressing his face seductively. "Humor me." The next half hour was spent listening to drunk broken English and constant hands being put on my backside. I was so close to moving on to the next party when he finally started talking about what we wanted to hear.

"I can't believe I have to go with boss man to that event tomorrow, it's so boring looking at those paintings" Throughout this whole agonizing ordeal Ty never said a word but he finally decides to speak up.

"PRESS HIM!" annoyed I put on my best impression of a love drunk airhead.

"Awww, why do you have to go to a stupid art event? You should just come party with me again tomorrow, I'll be lonely." Bring his face closer and tease him with our lips almost touching. It took all of my self-control to stay in character and not retch, he smelled disgustingly of weed and rum. I could tell that he was about ten minutes from either vomiting or passing out. So I pressed harder. "What so important about that stupid art anyway?"

"Oui I know mwen cheri[2] Boss man wants to make an impression in front of the fucking Columbians. I guess he wants to make a statement to the competition by outbidding him or something. but let's get out of here to a place quieter and more private." JACKPOT! Exactly what we were looking for. I got up and started walking away. "Mwen cheri! Mwen cheri! Please bebe don't leave!" I was already to the door; I knew he wouldn't be able to bring himself to stand to chase after me. As soon as he got up to bring me back. He was throwing up on his knees.

For the next 18 hours Ty and I planned the next night to the last detail, with a plan for every situation. Luckily because it was Art Basel it was a public event with light security. The people attending this art gallery were wealthy, not famous there were not usually any problems created by the ordinary populace. My job was to be at the event and collect the necessary evidence we needed. The easiest way to do that would be to steal their phones. No matter how careful they may be with their phones there would be something useful left behind on the hard drive. Ty would snipe them through the window after the evidence has been confiscated by me and I would slip out the side door in the confusion. It sounded nice simple and clean but Lucius taught us that it rarely ever was.

I showed up to the event dolled up yet again but this time with a wig so I wouldn't be recognized by my Haitian friends and instead of a dress I decided to wear a romper. It was easier to move and conceal things in. I even brought my favorite knife with me just in case things didn't go as planned. Off the bat things were going just like that. There were far less people than I expected, even a doorman and it didn't look like he was just letting anybody in. I started to panic a little, I didn't know how else I could get in there without getting past the doorman.

"Stop showing your stress, you're supposed to be on the night out, enjoying yourself. Act confident like you belong" Ty's calm voice settled me down a bit and I continued to walk towards the doorman smiling at him flirtingly. He let me pass without saying a word, I had my hand on the door when he finally called out to me.

"HEY!" I turned around looking as innocent and cute as possible.

"Yes sir?" He looked at me for a second and finally smiled at me.

"Enjoy your night miss, let me know if there any problems ok?"

"Of course" I finally entered to the bright atrium and took a sigh of relief.

"Bleh! Did you have to lay it on that heavy?" The older sister side of me started to get annoyed again.

"Your mighty talkative tonight, last night you weren't saying shit when I was doing the same thing!"

"I wasn't really paying close attention but I'm alert now and have your back 100% tell me how the atmosphere in there feels." I finally took notice of my surroundings and it was breathtaking. The art on the walls were beautiful and jumped off the walls. Most of the art was abstract but it spoke to me in so many different ways. I approached one of them forgetting my original purpose there. "Earth to CniDaria, are you there?"

"Breathtaking…"

"Ah flè mwen[3] yes I agree you are" Responding to the answer I was giving Ty was none other than our target, Marvin Jean-Baptiste. He looked extremely sharp and put his lackeys that were following him around to shame. I immediately spotted his phone in his blazers pocket but as he opened his mouth to introduce himself another man calls out to him.

"Señor Baptiste funny to find you here, stop playing with the negras' and give un viejo amigo[4] a hug." This was too much. Our second target Francisco Vega and his entourage entered the building. He had fine clothes on but look like he barely left the house. He was overweight and his face was unkempt, but he had the friendliest face in the room. Jean-Baptiste grabbed my waist and swung me around as he readied himself to receive Vega. I was taken aback about how aggressive he was, probably not wanting me to get away from him but I quickly refocused and didn't miss the chance to grab his phone while his attention was elsewhere. "How have you been amigo I haven't seen you in ages?" I spot Vega's phone in his back pocket as he embraces Jean-Baptiste. The only problem was that his entourage was paying close attention to him. This was going to be way more difficult than I thought.