And Big Louie hated to be kept waiting.
He glanced around the room, sizing up the crew.
He glared at the crew assembled before him. "And you know what we do to snitches!"
He tossed a grin over his shoulder towards his enforcer, Tiny T., who cracked his knuckles menacingly.
"Might as well get settled in boys," Big Louie said, ignoring Red's scornful huff.
Armando rubbed his hands together gleefully. "What? You think you're the only one that moves in these circles? I'm getting a piece of the pie!"
The good news was that Armando didn't know that Johnny was an undercover agent. The bad news was that he did know that his name wasn't really Remmy D'Argent. "Hey, while we're here, I'm Remmy. It's kind of like my code-name," he said. "It builds mystery. Like Slick... or Butterfingers..."
"Oh yeah! I have a code name, too!" Armando said excitedly. "They call me Weasel!"
"Hey, what are you two girls gossiping about over there?" Slick asked, laughing at his own joke. Slick thought he was God's gift to the world.
Johnny shot the idiot a glare and hurriedly moved away. He pointed his finger in Armando's face. "Don't forget!" he warned. Good God, he was pinning the success of his mission on Armando's memory. This was no bueno!
Heading over to the chess table to give him time to formulate a contingency plan, Johnny sat with his back to the crew, but kept his ears open, hoping someone would say something useful to solve his case.
"You''re blocking the TV" Tiny T. warned, trying to peer around the cowboy. "Move."
Butterfingers didn't have to be asked twice.
"Useless! A bunch of useless, spineless pansies!" Big Louis railed. "Where's that damn pretty boy?"
Bambi fawned over the syrupy compliments.
"Ow!" he complained, rubbing the back of his head.
Red wasn't done yet, though. She grabbed him by the arm and pulled him away from temptation.
"Get your head in the game, Slick. Bambi's off-limits!" she snapped. "Find some other girl to bamboozle."
"Aw, Red, I didn't know you felt that way about me," Slick snickered as Red snorted and walked off.
Big Louie shook his fists in the air. "What's my problem?" he railed. "You're my problem! You should be over here hanging off my every word and where are you? With that slick, pretty boy!"
"We were just talking!" she whined.
"I've got my eye on you, Bambi. And I swear to God, if I find out you're messing around on me, you'll regret it!"
"Who?" Armando asked, following Slick's gaze. "Oh yeah, fine piece of ass," he echoed agreeably. He preferred long, straight, black hair, though. His thoughts slipped back to Haley and the time he'd seen her through the window taking off her shirt. He'd been so close to seeing it all, but she'd stepped away from the window.
Slick scoffed, "As if she'd ever mess around with someone like you!" He flipped his collar proudly. "We came close a few times, you know."
Armando's eyebrows shot up. "Really? When?"
"Oh, you know, I'm not the type to kiss and tell. That's why the ladies love me!" he bragged.
Tiny T. eyed the offering with a critical eye.
Johnny barely restrained himself from rolling his eyes. "Yeah, I was just on my way."
"Oh! You've been working out!" she exclaimed, reaching out to touch his arm. "You're so big and strong!"
Johnny jerked his arm away as subtly as he could. What? Was she trying to get him killed? "Come on, let's go grab some grub," he said blandly, trying not to give her any reason to latch on to him.
Big Louie shot a glare their way. They should've damn well given up their spot for him. "No damn respect these days!" he muttered under his breath.
"Oh, excuse me," she said, as though rubbing up against him had been a mistake.
"Yeah, whatever," Johnny grunted, stepping out of the way.
Johnny averted his eyes. Yeah, she had the nicest rack money could buy...
Johnny let out his pent-up breath. Christ, she was going to get him killed!
Bambi & Butterfingers slipped into the bunkbeds in the far corner, while Slick grabbed the bunk bed on the other side. Bambi was still a little miffed at Big Louie for his tirade earlier in the evening. And she did not have a problem withholding her gorgeous self to keep him in line.
Johnny glanced around the now-quiet Warehouse. Everyone had found a spot to sleep except Big Louie, Tiny T., Armando and himself. Looks like it's going to be a long night, he thought irritably.
And then his night got worse.
He held his breath as he waited to see how Big Louie would take his talk-back.
Slowly, a grin spread across Big Louie's face. He smacked Johnny on the shoulder. "You're a good kid, Remmy," he laughed companionably. "Can't blame a man for looking, though, can I? You know, I paid for that rack myself!"
Johnny had just started to release his breath when Big Louie dropped all pretenses of camaraderie. "Touch her again and I'll cut your hand off."
"WEASEL!" Big Louie called from the other side of the screen.
Armando winced as Red shifted in her bed, her eyes fluttering open and then closed again, barely registering his presence.
"Well get the hell out of here!" Big Louie hollered. "Ya damn pervert!" Big Louie shook his head in disgust before stalking away.