When Love Calls (Chapter Twenty-Nine)

CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
QUINTESSENTIAL TRIBECA LOFT
New York, New York
 
Agent Pelican lifted Marcus’ jacket and removed his Magnum 357 Revolver from out the waistband of his pants. He stuffed Marcus’ weapon in his gun holster worn at his side. Agent Pelican turned Marcus over onto his back. He lifted his glock from off the concrete and placed it in the side pocket of his leather jacket.
 
“Bad choice my man, that was present from me to my nephew.”
 
Mr. Ramo slammed the extended barrel of his HK416 assault rifle over Agent Pelican’s head.
 
Agent Pelican’s body fell forward.
 
Mr. Ramo whistled.
 
Four men donned in black pants, a black turtleneck, and back Bates Men’s 8 Inches Durashocks Lace-to-Toe Work Boot, rose from out the green grass surrounding the embankment to the Hudson River. All four men lifted their HK416 assault. One of the men lifted his Ground Panoramic Night Vision Goggles.
 
“Help me get my nephew into the Hummer.”
 
“How about this piece of shit.”
 
“We have to use the Sodium Pentothal on someone.”
 
One of Mr. Ramo’s Navel Seal comrades bent over and lifted Agent Pelican over his shoulder blade.
 
“Hold it Lucky.”
 
Mr. Ramo dipped inside Agent Pelican’s pocket and removed the glock. He reached over to the other side and removed the 357 Magnum Revolver from out his gun holster. He placed both weapons in the pockets of his fatigues.
 
“When you get this bitch inside the vehicle, make sure you check him for...”
 
“Ramo, I got this shit.”
 
Mr. Ramo saluted Lucky.
 
“At ease soldier. Man, we ain’t still in the military.” Lucky looked around. “Then again, how these youngsters be strapped the fuck up, I can’t call it.”
 
Lucky walked over to the side of the building where the Hummer was hidden.
 
Mr. Ramo removed some smelling salt from out the back pocket of his green fatigues pants. He placed the stick under Marcus’ nose.
 
Marcus flinched. He twisted his head to one side. He saw the tip of black boots. Marcus tried to get up; his body slumped back to the concrete.
 
“Man, get the fuck up, you’re embarrassing me in front of my people.”
 
Marcus slowly turned over onto his back.
 
“Uncle Ramo.”
 
“Yeah.”
 
Marcus sat up and cupped the back of his head; he then looked up. “Shit.” He felt the raised knot to the back of his head. Marcus looked up.
 
Several men eyes hidden behind night vision goggles dressed in full military tactical gear, looked down at him.
 
“What the fuck happen.”
 
“From what we witnessed from afar, some fuck in a suit hit you over the head.”
 
 
“And you saw this shit going down, and you still allowed the mothafucka to knock me the fuck out.”
 
“It looks like you were surviving on your own nephew, and I got it all on tape as evidence.”
 
“Okay then.”
 
“That fuck who slammed his weapon over your head, is in the Hummer.”
 
“Don’t let that corrupt bastard get away.”
 
“Lucky, never lets his man get away, or if he’s an enemy, live another day.”
 
“I will prosecute the bastard to the fullest extent of the law.”
 
“Wrong answer. The fuck who bruised your ego, is one of your own.”
 
“Sat what!”
 
“He is one of the FBI agents who’s in your unit.”
 
“Seriously.”
 
“On the real nephew.”
 
“Ain’t this about some bullshit.”
 
“Now man now get the fuck up.”
 
Marcus held his hand up.
 
Mr. Ramo clasped Marcus’ hand in his and pulled him to his feet.
 
Marcus wobbled.
 
 Mr. Ramo steadied his nephew’s balance.
 
“Man, are you up for this shit.”
 
“I would not had called the best for reinforcement if I wasn’t.”
 
“What about the bodies.”
 
“Toss the motherfuckers into the river.”
 
“Nephew, you work for the man, the law remember.”
 
“Did those fucks take the FBI creed seriously, hell no? They tried to take me out under the orders, I’m assuming that Russian bastard, Dmeshii.” Marcus glanced over at the three corpses lying on the ground. “I hope those three bastards can swim, now toss those fucks.”
 
Mr. Ramo circled his finger at the three men still stationed at his side.
 
DAVID KOCH CENTER
20 Lincoln Center
New York, New York
 
Dmeshii glanced down at his watch. He lifted his cell phone from off his hip clip. He slid it open and looked down at the screen.  He sensed something was wrong; he already knew Agent Pelican was supposed to call him with an update on that nigger’s status; hopefully dead he was wishing.
 
Dmeshii’s cousin bumped the side of his arm.
 
Dmeshii returned his cell phone back to his hip clip. He pivoted his head to face his cousin.
 
“Yeah.”
 
“Isn’t that the woman from the news? Mr. Delaro’s daughter?”
 
“Dammit where?”
 
Dmeshii glanced in all directions.
 
“She is seated in the next viewing box. She looks soft and tender in person.”
 
Inside and out Dmeshii thought. Maybe tonight will turn in his favor.
 
“I’m going to need a favor from you, no questions asked, and whatever is asked, do not cause a scene.”
 
“You got my attention cousin.”
 
DAVID KOCH CENTER
20 Lincoln Center
New York, New York
 
“These seats are great. I do not think your surprise could top this.”
 
“I think it can, and I want my girls to be included.”
 
Zaniyah looked around the Theater.
 
The lights flickered and then dimmed.
 
Zaniyah sat back in her cushioned seat.
 
EASTERN WAREHOUSE
Newark, New Jersey
 
Agent Pelican shook his head. His head was throbbing immensely. He tried to lift his hand forward. His hands were zip locked behind his back. He tried to shake the black hood from off his head.
 
“Hey, what is the meaning of this shit! Do you know who I am?”
 
Agent Pelican leaned his head forward. He rattled the chair. He noticed his legs were bound as well.
 
“What the fuck is this shit!”
 
“So nice of you to finally join us Agent Pelican.”
 
“Whose there.”
 
“Your worst nightmare.”
 
“Do you know it’s a crime to…to.”
 
“To what, interrogate a federal agent.”
 
“Fuck yes.”
 
“It appears this federal agent now has morals. Did morals stop you from conspiring with Dmeshii Yukisovo for putting a hit out on a Director Modarius?”
 
“Is this what this shit is all about. No one really cares about that nigger. Listen, I’m sure if you let me go, we can work something out. My boss would pay you quite handsomely.”
 
“Tell me now, is that Director Modarius, or Dmeshii. Word has it, there is a shipment due this evening, and I’m sure if you are not there to oversee the details. Then you are a dead man.”
 
“I never told you about a shipment of any kind is due. Who the fuck are you! Do you work for Dmeshii, if so, we can both walk out here alive, and still split the money and take the dope.”
 
“Tsk Tsk. What do you think we should do with this Modarius fellow? He was brought here too.”
 
“Kill the nigger, if you fucks did not interrupt my plan. Dmeshii’s hired guns would have taken care of him. That nigger needs to go; he is fucking with a multi-million dollar syndicate of getting drugs into a Metropolitan city and its boroughs.”
 
Marcus looked on as one of his uncle’s associates interrogated Agent Pelican.
 
“Uncle Ramo, how much shit did you pump into this fuck’s vein.”
 
“Three CCs.”
 
“This fuck is going to be talking for hours. I think we have enough information. We need to have backup on the docks, and arrest Dmeshii tonight,” Marcus whispered to Mr. Ramo.
 
M. Ramo looked back over at Agent Pelican.
 
“How about Agent Pelican?”
 
“He’s a dead man.”
 
Marcus pulled his black gloves up, and lifted Domenico’s confiscated 500 Smith and Wesson Magnum from out the side of his black waistband. He lifted it and pointed it at Agent Pelican. He shot him in the center of his forehead.
 
The chair fell backwards.
 
Marcus walked over to where Agent Pelican laid.
 
“It’s a shame I trained your racist ass, you sat at my table, broke bread with me, no sooner then I turn my back. You sold me out for a Russian fuck, not even an American. Well fuck you, you corrupt bastard, you’re nothing but an embarrassment to the badge.” Marcus shot Agent Pelican in the center of his chest.
 
“Let’s go, this shit is only going to get sticky in the end.”
 
“Are we going to leave him here?”
 
Marcus looked over at Agent Pelican’s bent legs resting over the chair.
 
“Someone would call it in.”
 
Mr. Ramo and Marcus walked out the warehouse.
 
Marcus tossed Domenico’s weapon near a stack of awnings.
 
Both men returned to the Hummer.
 
DAVID KOCH CENTER
20 Lincoln Center
New York, New York
 
Intermission
 
“I will be back, I have to refresh my lipstick.”
 
“You want me to order you a drink.”
 
“I’m fine.”
 
“What? Girl we are out celebrating.”
 
“I have been feeling queasy lately. You can order me a soda.”
 
“And hurry back, before all the eligible men are taken.”
 
“I’m already spoken for thank you very much.”
 
Martinez’s eyes dropped down to Zaniyah’s left hand.
 
“I do not see a ring on it, so you are fair game, missy.”
 
Zaniyah laughed.
 
“I will be right back.”
 
“And hurry back, the last time I was hit with a gun.”
 
“I’m on my way.”
 
Zaniyah walked away from Rosalina.
 
Dmeshii’s cousin lingered by the woman’s restroom. His other cousin stood near the entrance.
 
Zaniyah walked inside a bathroom stall. She pushed the door close and locked it. She lifted the hem of her gown up and squatted over the commode. She positioned the HCG test stick under herself. She took a breath and urinated on the stick. Zaniyah shook the excess from off urine stick and placed it on top of the silver toilet tissue roll dispenser. She rolled off a stream of tissue and cleaned herself. She let her gown go, straightened her posture, and tossed the soiled tissue inside the commode. She lifted the urine test stick. She closed her eyes and then reopened them. She looked down.
 
“Negative, dammit, shit.”
 
Zaniyah unlocked the door, opened it, and walked out the stall. She strolled over to the sink and tossed the urine test stick inside the silver trash bin. She leaned over the sink, turned on both water faucet knobs, and then pressed some liquid soap into her palms. She vigorously rubbed her palms together and placed them under the running water. Zaniyah pivoted and tugged down a brown paper towel from out the dispenser; she dried her hands and then turned off both water faucet knobs. She dropped the paper towel inside the trash bin. She walked over to the door, opened it, and walked out.
 
Dmeshii’s cousins walked behind Zaniyah. He placed his hand over her mouth.
 
Zaniyah grunted.
 
“You scream out, your two friends who my men are holding will be dead. Do you hear me?”
 
Zaniyah instantly shook her head.
 
Dmeshii’s cousin propelled Zaniyah’s body forward. He led her over to the elevators.
 
Rosalina and Martinez walked in the direction of the bathroom.
 
“I told this girl, if she didn’t return, all the good looking men will be gone.”
 
Rosalina opened the bathroom door and peeped her head inside.
 
“Zaniyah, are you in here.”
 
No response was echoed.
 
“Zaniyah.”
 
“Girl, she probably made it back to the Grand Foyer, come on.”
 
Rosalina let the door go.
 
Both woman walked back in the direction of the Grand Foyer.
 
Dmeshii waited in the limousine. He saw his two cousins walked out with Zaniyah. He boyishly smiled to himself.
 
Minow open the back door for Zaniyah’s presence.
 
Zaniyah looked inside the limousine.
 
“Are you kidding me?”
 
“No, now get in.”
 
Zaniyah looked back at the Koch Center.
 
“If I get inside, you would agree to let my friends go, yes.”
 
“I will agree to the woman’s wishes.”
 
Zaniyah got inside the limousine.
 
Minow closed the door. He walked around to the driver side of the limousine. He opened the door, got behind the steering wheel, and pulled he door close. He strapped his seatbelt, and then plugged the key inside the ignition. Minow pulled the limousine away from the curve.
 
The tinted window divider dropped.
 
“Will I be following orders to the destination spoken earlier?”
 
“Yes.”
 
“Yes sir.”
 
The window divider rose to its original stance.
 
“And where is this destination.”
 
“Russia of course.”
 
“But.”
 
“Your freedom in exchange for your two women friends. And my cousins do like American women.”
 
Dmeshii rubbed down Zaniyah’s arms with the back of palm.
 
“I happen to follow his lead on that.”
 
“If I agree to this, you would have me back tomorrow I’m assuming.”
 
Dmeshii laughed.
 
“It depends on your cooperation.”
 
“Such as.”
 
“Relax, we will finish this conversation on my jet.
 
Damn she should have listened to Marcus and stayed put.
 
“Can I call my father; I do not want him to worry.”
 
“You may once we are in the air.”
 
“And from here that nigger is out of the picture.
 
Dammit this shit is serious now she thought.
 
 
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