Undercover Briefing File

Tuesday, February 21, 2017

Day 11 - Remmy, the Romeo

Bambi tried again, slipping into bed beside Slick.
 She curled up behind him, slipping her hand around his waist. 
Slick woke up in a cold sweat, smelling Bambi's hair.  Oh plundering plumbbob, she was in bed with him again!

She was trying to kill him, he thought with a groan and he leapt out of bed.  Either he'd die from her teasing him or Big Louie would kill him.  Either way, he'd be dead.

Plumbbob, he needed a drink...


Slick was nursing a gin & tonic, trying to steady his pulsing heart and his randy willy, when he smelled Bambi's perfume.

"Why don't you want me?" she pouted behind him, startling him and making him swallow the olive whole.
"Uh..." Slick gulped.   "I can't," he said, turning his back on her. 
Bambi scowled.  "We need to talk," she hissed, shooting a gaze across the room to where Big Louie was busy pecking at the keyboard. 


Big Louie hit a key, then looked around for the next letter.... "E.... e.... e..." his finger hovered over the keyboard.

Irritably, he slammed his fingers down on the keyboard.  "Where's the flippin' E?!" he called out.  "Red! Get over here and figure this damn thing out!"

Red sighed across the room and headed over to Big Louie's side.


Johnny decided to cast some of the suspicion off of himself by making a show of producing some product for Big Louie.

He purposefully botched the job.
"Having trouble, Remmy?" Bambi asked sugarly-sweet as Johnny passed by.
"Get bent," Johnny muttered under his breath as he headed to his duffle-bag for some clean clothes.

Bambi glared as Remmy walked by.  She didn't like that guy.  She couldn't put her finger on what it was, but something about him wasn't quite right...


Johnny flung his clothes on the cleanest spot in the restroom and stepped into the shower, preparing to take a shower.

 "Remmy?" he heard Bambi say as she boldly strode into the room.

"Plumbbob, Bambi," Johnny sighed, stepping out of the shower.  "You really want to catch me in the shower, don't you?"
Bambi giggled vapidly.  "I just wanted to say I think it's sooooo romantic you're sneaking out to see your girlfriend.  Maybe we should call you Romeo instead of Remmy!" she teased.

Johnny shrugged.  "Romeo," he drawled.  "I think I like that," he added with a wink.  His boss would have heart palpitations if he started going by Romeo undercover.  He liked it!  "So, as you can see, I'm feeling a little scorched.  Do you mind if we cut this conversation short so I can shower off?"

Bambi gritted her teeth and smiled.  "Of course not, honey.  You go right on ahead," she raised an eyebrow, making it obvious that she wasn't going anywhere.
"Alone?" he stressed, rolling his eyes when Bambi flounced out of the room.
After he was alone, Johnny jumped in the shower and tried to wash up as quick as possible.  With no lock on the bathroom door, there was no telling when someone else would come busting in.
Stepping out, he reached for his towel and realized that Bambi had apparently walked out with it.  Dang it!
He put his clothes on dripping wet, swearing under his breath when his jeans stuck to his legs.  Bambi was starting to be a thorn under his skin.  He needed something to throw her off his scent...
Thankfully, he was able to slip from the warehouse without anyone noticing.

Johnny hurried up the steps.  He needed to check in with Romeo and give him the update.

Red sighed as she finished typing up the letter Big Louie had given her.  When she'd proven so proficient at typing, he'd given her a stack of correspondence to send out.  She grumbled under her breath.  Her mama had always told her to never let people know your strengths or they'd walk over you every time.

She flipped the letter down and picked up the next letter.  Although, the upside of being Big Louie's personal secretary is the amount of secrets she was picking up!

 "...And then Big Louie said he needed to talk to me and I about peed my pants," Armando admitted to Butterfingers.  "He wanted to know all about where I came from and what I do.  I think he thinks that I'm the weasel!"
"But you are the Weasel," Butterfingers said.   "Right?"

"Yeah, but not that kind of weasel!"

Butterfingers thought about it.  "You mean the mole?"

"But I don't have any moles!" Armando said, chewing on the side of his lip. 

Butterfingers shook his head.  "It's a right pickle, isn't it?"

Armando shrugged.  "I don't care for pickles, either."

"Me neither," Butterfingers admitted.


The meeting didn't go well with Romeo.  His boss wanted more results, and quicker.  Apparently he wanted to run for mayor next year and wanted this whole deal finished before he announced his candidacy.

He shot off an insulting text before he could apply his filter.
He could only imagine how Romeo would react.


Day 10 - All Talk, No Action

Red stared across the room at the ancient computer sitting on the dining table.  Big Louie must've brought it in - which was weird because he hated electronics!
She took her drink over towards the monolith to take a closer look.
"Alright!  A computer!" Armando cheered with a fist pump when he saw the computer.
Red set her drink down and frowned sternly at Weasel.  "That's Big Louie's computer. No touching," she warned him.
"Oh, yeah, sure. I know!" Armando said, stealing glances at the computer.  "Totally wasn't going to touch it," he promised.

"Be sure you don't!" she said, sticking her finger in his face before walking out.

Slick was having the best dream ever!  He was romping in a large bed with a bunch of beautiful women.  And then Bambi joined the mix...

He heard her murmur and snuggle up against him.  He felt her hand graze his chest. 

Wait! Slick woke awake with a jerk.  Omigod, omigod, omigod, Bambi was in bed with him! he thought with elation, followed closely by the fear, Big Louis is gonna kill me!
Slick vaulted from the bed, hurrying away in hopes that nobody saw him in bed with the blonde bombshell.

Johnny raised his eyebrow with surprise when he saw Slick hightail it out of the bed he was sharing with Bambi.   If he hadn't been watching, he would've have seen Bambi open her eyes and frown after Slick hurried away.  She threw the sheets back, fluffed her hair and sauntered after Slick.

Interesting.

He slipped from bed to follow Bambi.

"Morning, Remmy!" Red said, stepping in front of Johnny.  "I've been giving a lot of thought to how to get the hell out of here faster.  Maybe we can put our heads together and figure it out faster," she said, her gaze drifting down towards his muscled chest. 
"Uh, yeah, sure," Johnny said distractedly, trying to follow Slick and Bambi's movements.  "Sounds good, Red."  He paused. "Uh, excuse me," he said with a smile, slipping around Red to follow Slick.
Red sighed, pressing her hand to her chest as Remmy passed by.  She ogled his butt as he strode away.  Backside, frontside, that man was fine!

Bambi slid into the seat next to Weasel.  "Morning, honey," she drawled, fluttering her eyelashes at him.

"Hey! You got something in your eye?" Armando asked.  He reached over and plucked at her lashes. 

Bambi reared back, avoiding his clumsy fingers.  "What are you doing?" she snapped, irritated. 

Weasel's eyes widened at her tone.  "Sorry, I just... er... eyelash..."  He murmured, avoiding her gaze.
Bambi sighed.  She shouldn't have lost her temper with him.  Now it was going to be harder to cozy up to Weasel.
Her gaze strayed towards Slick.  She had to admit.  She was a little disappointed that Slick had vaulted from bed, even after she'd pressed against him.  She'd been hoping for a little bit of groping based upon his talk.

Maybe he was all talk, no action, she mused, allowing her gaze to drift down his flat stomach.  She made a tsking sound of regret, Too bad!

She'd been so distracted staring at Slick's flat stomach, she didn't even notice Remmy slip from the front door.


Slick was distracted watching Bambi at the bar with Weasel and Butterfingers.  "I mean, Butterfingers," he said out loud.  "What the hell does she see in him anyways?"
"Get your head out of your butt, Slick!" Red hissed sharply, glancing around to make sure no one was listening in to their conversation. 

"What?..." Slick asked, swiveling towards his boss, Red.

Red put her hand on her hip.  "You slept with her last night," she hissed.

Slick straightened with alarm.  "I did not!" he hissed back.  "I went to sleep alone. I didn't even know she was there until I woke up!"  At Red's disbelieving look, he held up his hand, "I swear to Plumbbob!" he promised.

"Keep a wide berth from her AND Big Louie today," Red advised.

Right, Slick thought.  Keep my distance.  He could still smell her perfume and feel her hand on his chest.


 "Congrats on your promotion," his partner, Bianca, said, nudging him with her shoulder.

Johnny grinned.  "Thanks," he said.

"So, you must be pretty psyched Romeo didn't pull your undercover stint," she said.

Johnny was incredibly psyched.  He'd lobbied hard to be able to continue his investigation.  He argued that he was collecting a lot of information on not only Big Louie, but also a handful of other small-time thugs.  When this investigation was done, it was going to take out the whole Bridgeport criminal underworld!
"Yeah, well good luck," Bianca said flippantly before heading off.  "I personally think you must be crazy to willingly go back to that warehouse asylum!"

Johnny chuckled as he headed for the subway.


Johnny slipped into the warehouse, as unobtrusively as possible.
But, apparently his entry did not go unnoticed.
"Grrrrrr...."  Tiny T. growled menacingly.
 Well shit, Johnny cursed under his breath.  Best defense is a good offense...
 "What the hell do you think you're looking at?" Johnny snapped.
Tiny T. arched his brow aggressively.  "I'm looking at you and wondering which bone to break first!"
Johnny backpedaled.  "Whoa, I can see this is just a big misunderstanding!" he said. 

Tiny T. lunged and Johnny tensed, ready to brawl.

"What's going on?" Big Louie boomed.

Tiny froze, as though waiting for Big Louie's permission to pulverize Johnny.  "Remmy just came prancing in after being gone all day," Tiny told Big Louie.
Big Louie's gaze swiveled to Johnny.  "This true, Remmy?" Big Louie asked, deadly lethal.
Johnny did some fancy talking quickly.   He fast-talked for the next ten minutes, doing his best to convince Big Louie that there was nothing out of the ordinary.
"Are you seriously buying that?" Tiny T. asked as Johnny walked away.

"Of course I don't buy, that, ya big lug!" Big Louie sneered.  "But I'm gonna catch him and string him up with his own excuses!  Maybe if you actually did your job & succeeded in tailing him, we'd know a little bit more!"
Tiny T. hung his head.  "Sorry, boss."


Bambi sneered as she watched Remmy working the chess table.  The jerk had managed to slip out on her again when she'd been ogling Slick.  She knew she was going to get an earful from Big Louie at their next meeting.

She was going to figure out what the hell he was up to, once and for all!

 
Big Louie zeroed in on Armando, aka Weasel.  He cracked his knuckles menacingly.  "It's time you and I had a little bit of a chat."

Armando choked on his breath, shaking like a leaf.

"AAAAAAAAAH..."
"HHHHHHHHHHH...."
"HHHHHHHHHH..."
"HHHHHHHHHHH...."
"HHHHHHHHHHH!!!!"
Armando stopped, struggling to take a deep breath and to still his erratically beating heart.  Oh plundering plumbbob, Big Louie was going to KILL him!! 

He had to talk to Johnny!