Undercover Briefing File

Thursday, August 20, 2015

Day 4 - Keep it on the down low...

Johnny swung his legs over the side of the bunk.  He liked sleeping in this corner since it was so solitary and close to the exit.  If he needed to, he could slip out of the Warehouse quickly.  You never knew what would could go down in a scenario like this...
Yawning, he padded to the fridge and grabbed a bowl of cereal.  He shot a scowl towards Slick.  "You reek, Slick. Take a shower!"

Slick shot a glare back towards Johnny.  "Hey! I didn't know I'd be having an overnight. I'm having to use the soap that's already here. It's disgusting!  I wish I'd brought my body wash!"

Johnny cocked his head to the side.  Good to know, he thought as he filed that nugget of information away.  
Armando sat down next to Johnny with a grin.  "Hey Johnny!" he said as he started to dig into the salad.  
Johnny shot Armando a glare, glancing around the room.  "Dammit, Weasel! Do you have rocks for brains?" he snapped.

Armando paused, setting his fork down.
He exchanged a dirty look with Johnny.  "Sorry, Remmy," he snapped back before scraping his chair back from the table and huffing off in a fit.

Red got up from her nap, wincing from the strong smell of urine.  "Christ, Butterfingers.  What'd you do? Pee the bed?" she asked with annoyance.

Butterfingers scoffed.  "No!" he said awkwardly, pulling the sheets off the bed.

"Get the hell out, Slick," Johnny snapped, quickly shoving his cell phone back in his pocket  "What? Do you want to hold it while I pee?"

Slick cringed with embarrassment. "NO!" he stuttered.  "I don't... I mean... I'm not... I mean... I didn't know you were in here, Remmy!"  Turning red, he turned and hurried from the room. 

Johnny's shoulders slumped with relief.  That had been close.  Too close.  Pulling back out his cell phone, he checked the message Bianca had sent, "Romeo wants to see you."
Casually slipping towards the entrance, Johnny peeked around the room to make sure everyone was distracted.
Then he slipped from the Warehouse.

Big Louie had been trying to listen to what Slick and Butterfingers had been talking about.  Deciding he was tired of trying to lip read, he stalked across the room and confronted the Pretty Boy.   "What are you bums talking about?" he demanded.  His eyes narrowed when he caught a flash of annoyance cross Slick's face.

"Just talking about some stuff from Appaloosa Plains," Slick said dismissively.

Big Louie gave him the stink eye and then turned to glare at Butterfingers before taking his leave.

As Big Louie walked off, Butterfingers released the breath he was holding. "Why'd you tell him that, Slick? We were talking about who might be the snitch!"

Slick shook his head, "We need to keep it on the down low. Our little secret..."
Big Louie found Tiny T. in the kitchen and walked right by him "Keep your eye on Pretty Boy," he told him quietly.  "I want to know everything."
Proud of himself, he headed to the bed and laid down for a nap.  Being evil was hard-work.


 Red walked up to the bar and grabbed a drink.  She studiously ignored Bambi.  She had nothing in common with that bimbo.  How the hell did she live with herself? she wondered, casting a side-glance towards Bambi. No, she didn't care...
Whirling around as Bambi walked away, she asked, "What the hell do you get from acting like this?"

"Acting like what?" Bambi asked, facing her.

"Don't you want to be your own person? To not have to be at the beck and call of someone?" she asked with mounting frustration.  She'd seen her mom flit from boyfriend to boyfriend and had told herself when she was young that she would never live like that.
Bambi tittered as though Red had just told a silly joke, "I am my own person!" Then, she leaned close, "Besides, I get plenty!  I don't have to pay any bills, I get beautiful jewelry, designer shoes, expensive clothing, and everyone loves me!"  She glanced up and down at Red's worn clothing.  "Poor Red, does anyone even look twice at you?"
 Red opened her mouth to rip Blondie to shreds when Slick hurried over.  "What are my two beautiful girls talking about?" he interjected, "You guys look so serious!"

Bambi turned her back on Red and smiled sweetly at Slick. "Oh nothing. Just girl stuff," she simpered.

Red grit her teeth and grabbed another drink.  She would just look like a jealous shrew if she said anything now.  But she wouldn't forget...


The afternoon dragged on for everyone in the Warehouse under unofficial house arrest. by the crime boss, Big Louie.
Bored, Butterfingers slipped over to the chess table he'd seen Remmy messing with the other day.  He'd never learned to play chess. Maybe it wasn't that hard after all. There probably wasn't a better time to try to learn...
Armando grabbed a kids book and slipped up into the top bunk to read.   Adventures of Raymundo had always been one of his favorites!
Feeling frustrated beyond belief, Red slipped to the work-out bench and tried to work off her mad.

Damn, Johnny thought when he peeked in the front door.  Bambi was standing right there. She'd see him walk in.
Thinking fast, he grabbed the newspaper by the front door and headed inside with a purpose.
Bambi glanced at him curiously when he walked in.  "Where ya been?" she asked.

"Just grabbed the paper," he said, holding it up for her to see.   God, he hoped she bought it.
Sitting down on the bench, he flicked open the pages and pretended to read, all the while sweating bullets.  All he needed was for Bambi to open her big mouth and he'd be dead meat.
He swore under his breath when Bambi slid onto the couch beside him.  She glanced around the room to see if anyone was listening and then whispered, "So? Dish! Tell me everything, Remmy!"
"What are you talking about?" Johnny asked brusquely, not bothering to mask his irritation. 

Bambi wiggled a finger in his face. "Oh, come on, you can't fool me! You slipped out!"

"Keep it down!" Johnny said, grabbing her finger and shoving it away from his face.

"Was it one of the blondes from the disco?" Bambi asked eagerly, fairly bouncing up and down in anticipation of juicy gossip.

What the hell... how did everyone know about that night? he thought irritably.  "Look, Bambi," he said, starting to dodge her questions.
"Oh come on! Was it the hardcore chick or the bubble gum girl?" she asked.

Bubblegum girl? Johnny shook his head, not even trying to figure that out.  "Why? You friends with them?" he asked nonchalantly.

Bambi shook her head. "No, I just seen them when I was with Big Louie.  That one girl was maaaad at you, you naughty boy!"  She looked around and turned back to him.  "You know, Remmy, you don't have to leave if you want a good time," she purred.

"You seen either of those girls around?" Johnny asked, trying to change the subject back to Mackenzie.

Now it was Bambi's turn to look at him peculiarly.  "Why would I? I said I wasn't friends with them!"

Johnny shook his head. "Yeah, duh, of course," he trailed off.  "Look, let's just keep this on the down low.  My girl's man wouldn't take kindly to hearing that she was messing around on him."

"Oh! Of course not, Remmy! It'll be our little secret!" Bambi said, sliding her hand onto his leg.

She smiled as Remmy jumped up and away from her.  Red didn't know the half of what she was missing!
As he walked off, she wondered absently why he'd asked so many questions about whether she'd seen the girls...


Red was getting damn tired of being cooped up in the warehouse with all these ridiculous men & the bimbo!  She was determined to figure out who the culprit was so they could all go the hell home! 

She was fairly certain it wasn't one of her men. Slick and Butterfingers didn't have enough brains between the both of them to be a snitch.  There was that suspicious new guy, though... what was his name?  Weasel?  She'd have to keep her eye on him...

Wednesday, August 19, 2015

Day 3 - Black Market Gnomes

Warning: Language

Tiny T. slugged his drink down, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. 

Butterfingers ambled up and grabbed a drink.  "Heeeeey, Tiny!" he said, saluting the big man with his drink.

Tiny T. just grunted.

Trying to show off how manly he was, Butterfingers downed the drink in one swallow.  The alcohol burned in his mouth and twitched his head in response.  "Whoowie... that'll put hair on your chest! What's in there?" he gasped.  He reached for another drink.

Tiny T. just raised his eyebrows and watched Butterfingers guzzled another drink.

"Yeah buddy!" Butterfingers said as he slammed his empty glass down on the bar.  "Feels good!"
All of a sudden, he bent over and crossed his knees.  "Oooooo...." he moaned as his bladder emptied.
"Amateur," Tiny T. winced, waving his hand in front of his nose.


Johnny grunted in disgust as some jerk-wad turned on the stereo.  He threw the covers off and rolled out of bed.
"It's 6 in the morning people!" he called out angrily.  "Leave the G-D stereo off!"

"Couldn't have said it better," Slick muttered angrily on the other side of the stereo.  "I can't wait until it's broken!"


Big Louie glared across the kitchen as he watched Slick prep a salad for breakfast.  Fricking yuppie, he thought in distaste as he ambled out of the room.
Slick stirred the red wine vinegar into his salad, mixing it up.  He licked the spoon, testing to see if he needed more seasoning.  Mmm, just right, he thought.  "Hey, Remmy, you want some?" Slick asked, holding up the bowl in offering.
Johnny scowled as Slick stuck the spoon back in the bowl.  "Uh, no, I'll pass," he said dryly.  Mental note: do not eat anything slick prepares, he thought to himself. 
He selected two day-old, burned waffles that tasted like fridge and felt like it was an improvement over Slick's morning meal.


Big Louie scrubbed the shower.  "Bunch of damn hippies!" he grumbled under his breath.  He was going to have a stern talking to Bambi.


"BAMBI!" he shouted, close behind her.
Bambi turned around and batted her eyes at Big Louie, thrusting her hip out to the side and her chest out.  Sometimes she was able to distract him from whatever he was mad about.  "Hey baby," she hummed, giving him a come-hither look.

Big Louie saw past her ploy.  "Do you know what I just did?" he asked quietly.

"What's that, baby?" she asked.  Ooo... not good... not good... she thought, taking a small step back.
"I just scrubbed my shower! YOU'RE supposed to be taking care of me and seeing to my needs! What the hell are you doing here if not that?!" Big Louis railed at her.
Bambi's draw dropped.  "You want me to clean the bathroom?" she asked incredulously.  "I don't do bathrooms, Big Louie! Send one of your lackeys to do that!"  She couldn't believe it!  She was young, hot, and sexy and Big Louie wanted her to scrub a toilet!

Nearby, Slick watched the argument unfold.  It enraged him that Big Louie treated her like that.  But, there was nothing he do about it. He was doomed to love her from afar...  If Bambi was his girl, he would treat her like a... a... queen!  Scowling, he threw his dishes in the sink.  Big Louie didn't even appreciate what a treasure he had!


Butterfingers was determined to prove that he could hold his liquor.  He just couldn't actually bring himself to drink again after this morning's embarrassing accident.  So, he came up with the great idea of just standing behind the bar.  Then people would think he was a hard-drinker.  People typically saw what they wanted to see, that's what Remmy always said.
He turned his head and watched Big Louie walk funny towards the bar. 
"What's going on, Big Louie?" he asked companionably.  "Want a drink?" he asked.
Big Louie just grinned evilly as he drew closer.  "BOO!" he yelled, waving his arms around.
Butterfingers stumbled back a few steps, startled and klutzy.  Big Louie cackled to himself as he poured himself a drink.  Sighing heavily, Butterfingers ran his hand over his forehead.  "Oh Lord," he grimaced.  "He got me!"

Johnny clapped Butterfingers on the back companionably.  "I probably would've had the same reaction seeing that hairy chest so close to me."

"Thanks for saying it anyway," Butterfingers said, unwilling to believe that his hero, Remmy, would stumble away from Big Louie in fear.


Johnny slipped from the front door at a time when everyone else was distracted, slipping into their beds.  He hid behind the column, darting a glance back towards the Warehouse a few times before making a break towards the subway.


Consumed with unrequited love, Slick headed to the bar and tossed back a few drinks.  Why did Big Louie have to have all the luck? he wondered unhappily.
Bambi sashayed by, preening like a peacock.  She knew Slick had a thing for her and as long as she was careful, she didn't see any reason that she couldn't enjoy his company.
She licked her lips as she checked him out. Mmm... mmm... mmmm! He was so hunky!
Putting his drink down, Slick hurried to her side.  "Bambi, I can't stay silent any longer," he told her.  "Big Louie shouldn't treat you that way! I'd treat you like a queen!"
Bambi gasped, glancing around. "Slick, you're gonna get us both killed talking like that!" she whispered.

Slick reached for her hand, prepared to declare his love-sick feelings, but she grabbed her hand back.
"Quit it!" Bambi hissed.  Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Big Louie watching them.  If there's one thing she knew about Big Louie, it's that he didn't have any patience for childish humor.  Knowing it would give them a moment alone, she made a face at Slick, giggling when he made a funny face back.

"Damn idiots!" Big Louis grumbled, stalking away to the join Tiny T. on the couch.
"What are we watching?" Big Louie asked.

"Cooking," Tiny T. answered. "I was thinking about trying to make those chocolate cream puffs."

That's the most he'd ever hear Tiny T. say in one sentence.  Big Louie though, glancing over at his big, tough enforcer with wide eyes.  Who knew he had such a soft spot for cooking!  Although, he thought, turning his attention to the screen, those cream puffs looked damn good.
"Bambi! Do you know how to make those cream puffs?" he barked.

Bambie huffed and looked back over at him. "I don't cook," she informed him irritably.

Big Louie snorted with disgust.  What kind of female was she? Didn't clean? Didn't cook? Got mad and didn't put out!  He was starting to think he'd made a bad investment in her....


Johnny left Bridgeport Public Services Building, annoyed that his boss, Romeo Rake, had kept him so long. 

So far he didn't have any information about Mackenzie's disappearance.  He did have a good lead on some black market gnomes.  He'd told Romeo that Big Louie's crew was hiding drugs in the gnomes on the production line.  Romeo demanded that Johnny make it down to the business center to listen in on the crooks' meeting to gather more intel. Ha, it might boost his career, but Johnny couldn't run by the business office to check out the lead. 

Remmy needed to get back to the Warehouse before his absence was noticed!  He took off at a run across the plaza, startling the pigeons that congregated there.

"Johnny!" Bianca called out as she stepped outside the building, trying to slow him down.
Johnny kept on running.  She should've called him Remmy.
Rushing, he jumped the subway turnstile and slipped on a departing train before anyone noticed him. 


Johnny slipped inside and headed straight to the weight bench.  Nobody had seen him slip in and they would likely believe that he'd been working out all these hours. Hopefully.


Butterfingers saw a plate of salad on the table, unattended.  "Is this anybody's dinner?" he asked quietly.  "No? Okay! Don't mind if I do!" He plopped down in the seat and began shoveling the salad down.
When a big shadow fell over the plate, he stopped and gulped heavily. 
"I believe you're sitting in MY spot," Big Louie said sharply.

Butterfingers jolted out of his chair.  "So sorry, Sir!" he gasped, lettuce flying out of his mouth.  "It's all yours!"

Remmy glanced down at the salad flying out of Butterfingers mouth and glanced down at his salad.  Nope. Not gonna eat it.  He set it down on the table and walked away.

"You gonna eat that, Remmy?!" Butterfingers called out.
"Have at it," Johnny said, slipping down to his undies and climbing up into an empty bunk.  "I'm gonna hit the hay."