Chapter 3
Bella, bm, MJK and Jolie stared for a moment
Heat Z: " Only part you got wrong is in this case we didn't sanction them going ghost and until now have never been able to prove they did
MJK: " They went rogue ? "
Heat Z: "Indeed, more money as a merc team for hire, we almost caught up with what we believed to be them in Tangier, we had a man vaguely identified as Whiskey Tango located in a hotel, we sent in a heavily armed special forces team, he killed all 6 with a bread knife and his bare hands "
bm: " So a badass mother****er "
Heat Z: " The worst....mind if i borrow your computer Miss Bella ?"
Bella: " No, not at all"
Heat Z sat at her desktop and put a Disc into the machine.
Heat Z: " Let me introduce you to the rest of the team "
A face came up on the screen, It was a man with long dark hair and an almost feminine face with cold blue eyes
Heat Z: " This is Abbadon, a master with explosives, infamous for 2 particular kills, a Colombian cartel boss who liked his own product, Abby replaced his stash with a concentrated type of gun powder, when he snorted it, it ignited and blew his head off...the other was a dictator in a South American country, he loved his hookers but was safety conscious, Abby laced his condoms with nitroglycerin and, well you can guess the rest...Next up is BadgePhil "
A pic came onto the screen of an Asian man with an eye patch and thin beard.
Heat Z: " Probably the most accurate sniper on the planet "
bm: " A one eyed sniper ?
Heat Z: " Helps focus his aim, he actually pulled is own eyeball out...next we have NDX "
A pic of a receding 30ish year old, overweight man with a gray hair lump on his chin appeared.
Heat Z: " Can hack just about anything, once believed to have hacked NASA but it was never proven....Now we have The Iron Man"
A pic popped up of a man around his early 20's with spiky blond hair.
Heat Z: " Air, Sea, Land...if it's a vehicle you need expertly handling this is your guy....and last but not least........Whiskey Tango "
A pic flashed onto the screen of grizzled man in his late 40's with short gray hair.
Heat Z: " Simply put one of the most dangerous men alive, smart, inventive and deadly in hand to hand combat, If he's behind this assassination then this is as heavy as it gets "
Heat Z switched the screen off.
Cmill: " If they have already made their hit then won't they have left NYC already though ? "
Heat Z: " Chatter has it that it was step 1 of something bigger "
Cmill: " Do we have any idea who hired them and what their next move is ? "
Heat Z: " Not really, if they are in NY still, i figured your detectives may be the best resource available "
MJK: " Ive got an idea boss, let me check it out ? "
Cmill: " Go! "
10 minutes later MJK, bm and SML were in a car heading to Brooklyn
bm: " Are you comfortable in the backseat SML ? "
MJK: " Coming from you that has so many levels "
SML: " Yes, quite comfortable thank you..on ALL levels "
bm: "...

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MJK: " OKAY... lets have some music "
he turned the radio on....Justin Timberlake's new track came on, bm started moving his head side to side.
bm: " Oh yeah, that's the hotness, you like JT, SML ? "
SML: " He's ok....i prefer Tobey Maguire in those tights Teehee!....ahem..are we nearly there yet ?"
MJK: " There he is "
MJK pulled over to where a man of indistinguishable age was sitting on some steps, he was old for sure and looked like he hadn't seen a bath in a while, he had a raggedy gray beard and a receding gray hairline, he was dressed in a long gray coat and scarf despite the weather being mild.
SML: " This bum is gonna help us ? "
bm: " He may be a bum but he's a nomadic bum and floats all over these streets and hears everything "
They approached him and he suddenly got up on seeing them and tried to walk away.
MJK: " Hey Iron Fist! where are you going ?....Sit down! "
The old man sat down and MJK retold the days events.
TIF: " I don't know nothing "
bm: " Bullsh1t! "
TIF: " I don't, i was in a hotel room with a woman until 30 minutes ago "
MJK: " Now i know you're lying, Michael Jackson was black the last time you got any *****, now spill "
TIF: " ....All i know is...some guys...not saying it's the same ppl mind you....have done a deal today with FallenAngel in Harlem to buy some merchandise....beyond that man, count me out "
TIF got up and scurried off
MJK: " Looks like we have a trip to Harlem to to see the king"
SML: " Is this man royalty ? "
MJK: " In Harlem....Yes"
To Be Continued....