Little time spent Guardian Investigative Service volume 2

Chapter 4

   Angel and Gibson walked into the gym to practice their take down moves.
Angel noticed the look on his.
"What's your beef, can't stand to spar with your little sister?", Angel mocked shoving him with her fingertips.
"I'm the world's most least afraid person, just don't want to hurt you," Gibson said.
"I took a piece of lead to the hand, how much more can I be hurt?", Angel laughed.
    Angel charged at Gibson and her brother quickly threw her to the ground by her wrist.
"I stand corrected," Angel cracked with a grin.
They sparred for a half an hour and headed to the weapon room.
    Manning walked up to them with a grin.
"Looks like you all had fun," he remarked.
"How're things going so far?", Angel asked.
"Swimmingly, we should be ready within the next few minutes," Manning replied.
   That night, they pulled into the field and spread out.
They watched as a motorcade of a semi and several cars pulled up to field two and everyone exited their vehicle's, fully armed.
"Everyone get ready, the buyers should be here soon," Angel radioed in.
Stokes pulled his sawed off shotgun from his bike and rushed over behind a tree.
"Stokes, stay there," Angel cracked.
Stokes nodded over at them and laid in wait.
"Guys gonna get his head blown off," Harrison smirked.
"It'd save us trouble if he did," Jake said.
      The buyers pulled in and got out.
Sholley glared at them for a moment.
"We have your drugs, do you have the money?", He asked.
"Cut the shite," the leader quipped snapping for his men to bring the three suitcases forth.
Sholley's men stepped forward and looked the money and nodded over at him.
The next group brought four cases of drugs forward.
A man stepped forward and tested it.
"You could step all the way Florida and back on this stuff," the man told his leader.
Sholley shook his head with a grin.
"Brock, I would never sell you shite I wouldn't give to my mom," Sholley laughed.
"Thanks for the respect but, we need to get going," Brock replied.
   Angel and her people swooped down on them, weapons drawn.
The crews dropped their guns.
Brock and Sholley took off on foot, Angel and Gibson hot on their heels.
Brock took off into an alley.
"Brock, stop!", Angel shouted her gun drawn.
    Brock dropped his gun and approached her with a smug grin.
"Take me in hot stuff,"he mocked.
Angel took out her hand cuffs and approached him.
Brock took out a knife and lunged forward and tried to stab her.
She quickly grabbed his wrist and disarmed him, throwing him to the ground.
She quickly cuffed him and brought him in.
   Gibson came out from another alleyway.
"Sholley freaking disappeared," Gibson said.
Angel glared at him for a second.
"What do you mean disappeared?", Angel insisted.
"I came into the alley and he was gone, dangdedest thing I've ever seen," Gibson replied.
   They went back to headquarters.
Boyd looked at them as they led the people they'd arrested in and placed them into interrogation rooms.
"What do you got Boyd?", Gibson snapped.
"We've got the financial information you wanted on the land grabbing deal," he responded.
"What did you get?", Angel asked.
"Saint Thomas More wasn't the only Catholic church to be in on this thing," Boyd began.
Gibson looked at him;"how many more were there?", He asked.
"At least four, including Saint John's in Edmond," Boyd answered.
"Saint John's, I grew up around there," Special Agent Alex Holt said.
"Holt, I didn't know that you're Catholic," Gibson said.
"I'm Church of Christ actually, but I had several friends who went to the church," he responded.
"Any of them still around?", Gibson asked.
"Two of them are priests there," he answered.
"Get with them and see if they know anything about this," Gibson told him.
"I'm on it," Holt returned.
    Angel and Gibson walked into interrogation room nine where Brock sat.
They pulled up chairs across from him and sat down.
Brock glared at them arrogantly.
"I didn't know that feds were so gorgeous," he said.
"Can the complements and tell us where Sholley went!", Angel fired at him.
"Awe, direct and to the point, wonderful," Brock shot back.
"Where did he go?", Gibson added.
"If I knew, I wouldn't be wanting to risk my life and well being telling you," Brock laughed.
   Angel left the room and let Gibson handle it.
Gibson got up and unhooked the camera on the wall.
"You're smug attitude won't get you far with me, start talking!", Gibson growled.
Brock threw his chair behind him and charged Gibson.
Gibson threw Brock onto the table and put Brock's arm behind his back and kept forcing it up.
Brock finally broke and Gibson everything.
   Gibson walked out of the room and closed the door.
"Nice work man," Angel complemented.
"All he needed was a little persuasion," Gibson replied with a grin.
They watched as Brock was hauled outside to a car and it sped off.
"You think he was truthful with you," Angel questioned lighting a cigarette.
"I think so," Gibson replied lighting a cigarette.
    Two cars pulled up and four suits got out of the cars.
They identified themselves as NPA agents and were shown in.
"What the hell does the NPA want with this?", Gibson asked letting out a drag.
"Everyone wants a damn chance at Sholley," Angel replied letting out a drag.
   Navarro walked out with them.
"Everyone and their dog is about to come down on us like a ton of bricks," he stated lighting a cigarette.
"That's the truth," Angel replied stamping out her cigarette.
    They all finished up and headed back inside.
Angel began to address the hovering hoard of agents.
She told them about all they'd found out from the diacese and other sources and where the next shipment was due.
They agreed help each other out with the next raid.
   Stokes sat back in his chair with a grin.
"I'm gonna laugh when this thing turns out to be a race," he said.
They finished up and Stokes headed out to his bike.
Angel followed him out.
"Where are you going?", She asked.
"I have a couple of pipes I need to tap," Stokes answered speeding off.
  She walked into Gibson's office and sat down.
"Stokes just left to tap some sources," she told him.
"Hope he gets something," Gibson replied.
They started getting ready for the raid.