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Marcus didn't dwell on what had happened, he could see Emelia realised that her actions had had unforeseen, though predictable repercussions. The old 'every action has an equal and opposite reaction' really did apply to organised crime. He leaned back and began to think about how he could find the animals who had done this to the Draper family. Knowing they were D'Amato helped narrow the field a little, but not by much. D'Amato had an army of enforcers and any of them could be responsible for what happened. But he had a crime scene, he knew where it had happened and he knew roughly when, that had to account for something. Then he had an idea and lent forward again, hands clasped together on the table between him and Emelia.

"I have 24 hours, yes? Ok, I have an idea. Assuming the guys that did this called in to let their boss know the job was done, which is a good bet, then all we need to do is find all cell phone activity in the area of the massacre at the time it happened. Once we have those numbers we track them to the phones owners, run that list against known D'Amato thugs and that will give us the person who was in charge of the team who did it. From there it's pretty easy, I'll pay them a visit, get the other names of the team he led and then ..." He paused as his options came to a fork in the road, legal, or illegal. "I could either give you the names, or I give them to Shovelli. It's an open investigation right now so if I bring her evidence of the people involved she can make sure they face justice. But if I give you the names I take it you would give them a more pointed form of justice. However, this is your game, Emelia. I told you what I am going to do, you tell me which way you want this to end."
 
"I want them," Emelia responded. "I want them for myself."

She had already fantasized all the horrific things she would do to these men for what they had done to the Draper family. They were murderers. Worse, though, they were rapists, rapists of young girls.

The Courts had an answer for these types of crimes. Emelia, of course, had a better one.

Emelia thought back again to her promise to Marcus, that she would help him and his Untouchables take down the Crime Families in mostly legal ways. But no, that just wasn't going to work here.

"I want the names of these men ... names and, if you have them, locations," she told him. "Then ... my people will do what needs to be done to ensure this never happens again."

Then, knowing how hard it might be for this man of law and order to surrender to vigilantism, Emelia reached out to take his hands in her own and finished with a sincere tone, "Please, Marcus."
 
This was what Marcus had been dreading. All his life he had had a solid moral compass, he always did the right thing even if it ended up hurting him. He looked into her eyes as she took his hand again and saw the need there, the need for vengeance for those who could no longer seek vengeance, or justice, for themselves. And that was why he had become a cop, to speak for those who couldn't, to stand for those who couldn't, to fight for those who couldn't.

If these people hadn't done what they had done he might feel the need to fight more for their lives, but they had behaved like animals, and rabid animals had to be put down hard so they couldn't hurt anyone else. He nodded and squeezed her hand again before letting them go and standing. For a second he looked down at her, the nodded again as if to himself, as if to tell himself this had to be done.

"I'll find them and send you the names, what happens next I want no part of though, Emelia. I know you need to do this, possibly to salve your conscience that you brought about their deaths." It was a little harsh, but not untrue. "Lets try to keep this style of retribution rare though, ok?"

With that he turned and walked out, not looking at Philip or any of the other bodyguards. He climbed into his car and only then did he realise he had been holding his breath. A long sigh escaped his lips and he sagged. But then he steadied himself. These D'Amato thugs had brought this on themselves, this had been their choice and just as D'Amato had reacted to Emelia's actions, he must realise she would react to his. But then losing a few thugs from his payroll would hardly keep him up nights. Finding such people was, unfortunately, to easy in this city. Cole just hoped this would end the back and forth retributions at least for now.
 
Two hours later he was sitting in the hideout thinking about how exactly he could trace the people responsible. His plan was good, the police had found people that way before, though it usually took a while. The Feds were better at it, quicker as they had the tech required. He was up against the clock though, he had promised Emelia she would have it in 24 hours. He rubbed his chin and sighed, never make promises you can't keep his father had always told him, but at the time he had wanted the 24 hours. It felt like a stop gap between people living and people dying at Emelia's hand, probably very painfully. As his phone rang he wasn't really focused on who it might be so he just pressed accept.

"Hello."

"Detective Cole, I understand you need my help."

The voice was undoubtable that of Mephisto's, the mysterious individual Cole had met the other night.

"And what would I be needing your help him, Mephisto?"

"Hunting down some individuals responsible for the slaughter of the Draper family."

Marcus looked around the room, looking for a camera or something that perhaps gave this guy his almost prescient abilities. Cole licked his lips before answering.

"And what the price be for this help?" He asked.

"I already told you I don't need your money, or more precisely I don't need Emelia D'Angelo's money, but yes, I do have a price. As I said the other night I want to help you, I want in on your plans."

"Maybe we can discuss this sometime then, after you give me the names and locations."

"Why not discuss it now, I am outside your new base of operations. Why don't you let me in."

Cole went to a window and looked outside and true enough, standing by a streetlight looking straight at him was the hooded form of Mephisto. Marcus shook his head though he realised he probably shouldn't be surprised what this guy could do.

"How the hell does he do that?" He asked under his breath, not realising he said it out loud.

"Experience, and skill. Now, buss me in Detective."

Cole did so and met Mephisto at the front door of the apartment. Luckily none of the others were present otherwise he would have a hell of a job explaining who this guy was. Mephisto walked in, nodding his thanks, and looked around.

"Yes, this will do nicely. I can work from here." He said.

"Wait a minute, I didn't say you were in yet." Marcus began to argue, but the hooded man simply turned and looked at him with a small knowing smile.

"Fine, you're in." Marcus gave up. "Do you have the names and locations yet or not."

"Not ... not yet, give me an hour though and I will." He moved around the apartment before coming to a stop before the hidden work space Greg Abbot had made for computer and surveillance monitors. He opened it and studied it, then nodded. "Yes, yes this will indeed do nicely. Mr. Abbot does good work."

"How do you know Greg ..." Cole began, then just stopped himself and waved at Mephisto. "Forget I asked."

"I'll move my gear in tomorrow, but now I have work to do. I'll be in contact soon, Detective, stay by your phone." With that Mephisto left after getting a spare key for the apartment from Cole.
 
Yesterday:

Jennifer Kennedy was on the way into the Precinct to work her regular shift. She was still officially just a beat cop. Her Training Officer, Glenda Jefferson intercepted her, pulling her aside and flashing a sheet of paper at her

"What's this?" she asked accusingly.

Jennifer looked at the sheet and realizing what it was, looked away sheepishly.

"It's a transfer," Glenda filled in, adding, "It's a ghost transfer. You know what that means, right?"

Glenda pointed a finger at various spaces in the form that had vague entries as Classified, Confidential, or Withheld for security purposes.. She asked, "What's going on, Jenn'?"

Jennifer respected her T.O. too much to lie to her. But she'd been ordered by her new T.O. -- Marcus Cole -- to keep the Untouchables confidential. She reluctantly said, "I'm sorry, Gee. I can't tell you."

Glenda studied Jennifer a moment. She'd heard of young Police rookies being recruited right out of the Academy for undercover operations. She presumed that this was just another one of those. She simply offered out a hand and said, "Good luck to you, boot."

They shook hands and were about to go their separate ways when Glenda kept hold of Jennifer's hand and pulled her close again. She said softly but with a serious tone, "When you get in trouble ... which I suspect you will at some point, as I know a little bit about the kinds of things someone is pulling you into ... you call me. Understand?"

Jennifer only nodded acknowledgment before they finally went their separate ways.

.................​

Two days later:

Jennifer and Kitty had worked up a list of additional arms, armor, and other needs they wanted for the Untouchables' armory and delivered it to Marcus. They were sitting at an outdoor coffee stand waiting for their boss to text them that the first delivery was ready for them to pick up. To preserve the Bat Cave's secrecy, they were picking up the guns themselves and delivering them.

As they chatted and sucked down their espressos, Jennifer noticed a car sitting at the curb kitty corner to them that had four men sitting in it. After almost five minutes, they were still sitting there. That was unusual, obviously. After some casual surveying of the streets in all directions, she spotted a second Chrysler, as well as a Ford panel van, each of them with men filling the visible seats.

"Kitty ... without looking like your looking," Jennifer said, "check out the dark gray Chrysler 300 across the road, your two o'clock ... and the second one at your five."

She let the one-time-wanna-be-no-longer-wanna-be cop casually turn to take in the two cars, then added, "Don't look now, but there's a full-sized van on our side of the street, a hundred feet behind you."

Kitty picked up the stainless-steel napkin container and used its reflective surface to find the third vehicle, also a late model Chrysler. "What do you thinks going down? This isn't about us, is it?"

"No, no, not at all," Jennifer reassured her. "The guys at your two and five have been watching the door of the bodega on the northwest corner ... cross the street."

They sat in silence for several minutes, inconspicuously surveilling the surveillers. Kitty eventually asked, "Whaddaya want to do?"

They were surprised when a man stepped out of the coffee shop in front of which they were sitting to say, "Do nothing."

Before either of them could do anything other than look at the man, he whipped out a semiautomatic pistol. He didn't aim it at them, instead holding it casually before him as he held up his other hand in a stop gesture and saying, "Relax, ladies. There's no issue here between you and us."

Jennifer had reached for the Beretta in a paddle holster on her hip, but at the man's warning didn't pull it from its holster. Kitty, despite not being a cop and still awaiting her concealed carry permit, had gotten permission from Marcus to start packing, too. But she was dressed in a tight-fitting blouse and short skirt, so her weapon of choice today was a 5-shot, hammerless, .38 Special and it was in her purse over the back of her seat.

As Kitty was contemplating her mistake of not keeping her weapon more handily in place, Jennifer responded to what the man had said, asking, "Us...? I noticed you said us, not me."

About that time, she noticed other men approaching from all directions. By the time the armed man's team had assembled around them, Jennifer counted six in all. One by one, they all sat in chairs at either the girls' table or at the surrounding tables. The casual morning coffee scene had suddenly taken on the look of a Men-In-Black convention, although, honestly, the men who were in suits looked far more casually than all that.

The man who'd pulled his firearm sat with the Untouchables -- who suddenly didn't feel as Untouchable as a moment ago -- and told them, "We weren't expecting you to be here at this moment in time ... Miss Kennedy ... Miss Zhang."

The two women looked between themselves, then back at the man. Jennifer asked, "First, who are we ... and what is happening in, what you called, this moment in time."

"My name is Philip," the man said, adding, "I work for Miss Emelia D'Angelo."

Jennifer had heard of Emelia D'Angelo, of course. Anyone in Law Enforcement who'd been paying attention had heard of Enzo D'Angelo's heir apparent should anything ever happen to him. What she didn't know was: first, something had happened to Enzo D, as Jennifer's TO referred to the Don; and second, that Emelia D'Angelo herself was the primary financial backer of the Untouchables.

The phone in Philip's jacket pocket vibrated. He pulled it out, read the short text -- it only said Coming out now -- and told Jennifer, "Gimme a second, will you? Just ... sit there, stay calm, and no one will get hurt." Then, as if to secure their understanding and cooperation, Philip said, "Detective Marcus Cole would want you to sit there, stay calm ... and not get anyone hurt."

Philip stood, looked to and nodded to each of the three vehicles Jennifer had spotted, then sat back down. Jennifer caught movement at the bodega across the street, finding three men emerging and heading for a car sitting just two spaces away. They'd covered just half the distance when the car exploded, sending a shock wave out through the neighborhood.

It was a small explosion, though, in the engine compartment far from the rear-located gas tank. The effect, though, was all that Philip's team had wanted as the three men were blown to or simply fell to the ground. At the same time, the Chryslers and Ford van were racing to the scene. Men leaped from the vehicles as they skidded to stops near the smoking car.

The bodega patrons were beginning to recover, trying to stand while pulling firearms from on their hips or under there arms. Shotguns exploded from all directions, though, knocking the men to the ground with multiple strikes. The ambushers rushed in, kicking away the pistols and taking control of the men. The trio were shoved into the side door of the awaiting van, and off it rushed.

"No one dead, no one hurt," Philip told the shocked Untouchables. When they looked to him, he explained, "Bean bag shotguns. We didn't want these men dead." Then, smirking devilishly, he added, "Not yet, anyway."

A fourth and fifth car that the pair of women hadn't spotted -- they'd been two blocks away -- skidded to a stop near the coffee shop. The men surrounding Jennifer and Kitty stood and loaded up in the cars as Philip circled around to the curb. He holstered his weapon, telling the pair, "Speak to Detective Cole. He'll explain all of this to you, I'm sure."

With Philip slipping into one of the cars, they sped away. Jennifer looked across the street, specifically to the sidewalk where the men had been shot down. There was no sign of blood on the street. If it wasn't for the burning engine compartment of the car across the street and a few windows that had been blown out by the bomb's shock wave, you would never have known that anything took place here.

Jennifer looked to Kitty, her face showing the same shock. Kitty shook her head, laughed with surprise, and asked, "What the fuck was that?"
 
Mephisto had moved himself in and made part of the apartment his. Without putting up physical barriers he had still managed somehow to make it obvious to all that he was not to be disturbed. It helped that now he had moved in all his computing equipment that small area of the room looked like the NORAD situation room at Cheyenne Mountain. Marcus watched from afar as the man tapped away, he had two keyboards side by side, four normal size monitors and one bigger one in the middle. Cole had no doubt that the majority of what he was doing had nothing to do with Emelia's quest to do right, but as long as Mephisto came through when they needed him, Marcus didn't care overly much.

It would be interesting how the rest of the group took to the mysterious stranger when they first saw him, Cole considered with a smile. To say Mephisto was anti-social was like saying Hitler was just having a bad day when he invaded Poland, a huge understatement. Marcus had reached out to Devon McCauley twice more, getting no responses to his texts or messages left and he was about to give up hope of recruiting the man when out of the blue a text binged his phone from the man himself. And an hour later Cole pulled into the garage McCauley owned for the second time. The man was, again, working on the Corvette, but this time looked up when Marcus walked in and cleaned his hands on a dirty rag before nodding for the detective to follow him into a small side office.

"You are persistent, kid." He said as he dropped into an office chair next to a beat up desk with invoices and other paperwork all over it.

Cole shrugged. "We need you, it's as simple as that. I wasn't going to give in easily."

Devon nodded, watching Cole carefully as if making a decision, then he stood up and offered his hand. Marcus smiled and started to reach out to shake when McCauley held up a finger to stop him.

"Before we shake you need to know there is a stipulation."

Everyone had their stipulations before joining, Marcus sighed inside his head. He shrugged.

"What is it?"

"You said we would be bringing down all the organised crime in the city, yes?" Devon asked. Cole nodded. "Every family, when we are done there won't be one crime family left, not a one." McCauley went on.

"Yes, that's the plan." Cole reemphasised his expression curious as to why McCauley wanted to make that so obvious.

"Not even the D'Angelo family." Devon stated, his gaze fixed to Cole's now, his own expression unreadable.

"You know?" Cole asked, surprised.

"I guessed, I might not be on the Force anymore but I still hear things. When a member of the OCB is seen not once but twice with Emelia D'Angelo, well, it gets around. That's one reason I didn't get back to you straight away when I heard that. I don't work for any criminal, however sexy she may be. I'll do this, but I work for you and if possible I don't want to lay eyes on her and when its done she is gone."

"It gets around?" Cole asked, suddenly worried everyone in town knew of his and Emelia meeting up.

"Don't worry kid, your secret is safe, but maybe next time don't meet in a restaurant? A restaurant that has staff that might talk to someone they trust?" Now a small smile curled McCauley's lips.

"Emelia's plan is to take out all Organised Crime then go straight. She wants to bring her family into the light, supposedly her father wanted that too."

"Old Enzo wants to go straight?!" Devon asked in amused shock. "Kid, if I told you half the stuff that old man has pulled over the years your hair would go white. But, maybe, your girlfriend does want to go straight. I guess we'll see. But I warn you, if I even sniff of something crooked I walk."

"That's fair, we have a deal?"

"Deal." McCauley shook Cole's hand.

"And, by the way, she isn't my girlfriend." Marcus tried to clarify.

"Uh huh .... sure she ain't, kid." Devon laughed.
 
After their strange encounter, Jennifer and Kitty were concerned about making the first round of arms and armor pickups. They zigzagged all about the City, looking for a tail but seeing none. Kitty had questioned, "How do we really know that no one's on us. I mean, back there--"

"That wasn't about us, Kitty," Jennifer reassured her. "We were in the wrong place at the wrong time."

Kitty reminded her, "That Philip guy mentioned the D'Angelos ... Emelia D'Angelo. He said Marcus would tell us. Is he holding something back?"

"I dunno," Jennifer said honestly. "I'm sure Marcus will tell us what we need to know."

She wasn't happy about not being in the know. They could have gotten themselves killed if she'd actually pulled her gun on Philip. Of course, Marcus hadn't known that what went down was going to go down. He'd given Emelia D'Angelo the locations of the men she was after, but he hadn't known the specifics of the capture.

They backed the small van Marcus had purchased or leased or stolen for them up to a loading dock of one of the gun dealers approved of by the Department. Pulling the rear rolling door up, they loaded four cases of assorted, legally approved weapons, as well as ammo.

Jennifer handed the man an envelope full of cash. The man handed Jennifer a receipt that listed the items purchased only as Assorted Firearms and ammunition.

"Let's get out of here," she told Kitty. She didn't like doing business like this. She said with a combination of humor and real concern, "Let's get before the ATF shows up and takes us into custody."

They headed for their next location, then another, then another. Each stop felt even more sketchier than the last. Their last stop was the shadiest of the shady, though. They were back in the city at half past midnight, sitting under an overpass in the dark, with a van full of more than $100,000 in guns, body armor, smoke and concussion grenades, actual Army issue frag' grenades, and so much more ... and it was just the two of them!

What neither Jennifer nor Kitty knew was that the D'Angelo Family was involved in this last purchase in ways neither of them could know. First, the dealer they were meeting worked as a contractor for the D'Angelo's. Second, the weapons he was selling them had come from the D'Angelo's. And third, there were more than a dozen D'Angelo thugs hidden in the shadows protecting the purchase.

An SUV pulled up slowly with only its parking lights illuminated. Two men got out, gestured Jennifer and Kitty to the back end, and opened the doors to reveal a treasure trove of mostly illegal weapons, including fully automatic AK-47s and a variety of machine pistols.

Again, Jennifer handed over an envelope of cash, and again their own vehicle's back door went up for the transfer. Once completed, the Rookie cop sat with eagerness and a grimace, "Let's get back and get this over with. I need a fucking shower."

They returned to the parking garage of the Bat Cave, loaded a portion of their purchases onto a rolling cart and into the freight elevator. They delivered the cart to the second-floor rooms, where they both stopped short at the sight of a man neither of them had ever seen.

"Who the fuck are you?" Jennifer asked accusingly of Mephisto.

Before he could answer, Marcus came through the door. Jennifer ignored the stranger, getting right to business by telling the boss, "We made all the pickups. The rest're in the truck. We could use some help."

"Oh, and by the way," Kitty cut in. She looked expectantly to her partner.

"Oh, yeah," Jennifer said, hesitating. "We, um ... we had a situation this afternoon."

She told Marcus about their espresso and kidnapping morning, finishing with, "We were told that you'd explain. Care to?"
 
Phillip had already called to fill Cole in on the meeting between the two ladies and his goons as they picked up three of the men on the list Marcus had handed over. Cole had winced as Phillip explained, knowing that he would have some explaining to do when the girls got back. Something Phillip had seemed to take amusement in. When he had recruited the three he had battled with himself about whether to come completely clean, or just tell them what they needed to know to stay safe. He had hoped that going with the latter option would have sufficed, but then Murphy's Law was a bitch sometimes.

Mephisto hadn't even acknowledged the girls presence, despite Jen's pointed remark, but Marcus did notice a smile on his lips as Kennedy asked for answers. It seemed everyone was finding Cole under the spotlight amusing other than him. Marcus started by waving at Mephisto, he figured get that over with quick before diving right into the shitty deep end.

"This is Mephisto, he is our tech expert." Cole stated.

"Tech genius." Mephisto corrected without looking round.

"And he is very modest as you can see." Marcus waved at some chairs for the girls to sit as he took an armchair and readied himself for their reaction to what he was about to tell them.

"I told you that this operation was geared to taking down every crime family in the city, that is the truth. I also told you we were working under DA Shovelli .... that is partially true." He paused as he tried to get his thoughts in order to make the most sense. "You probably wondered why I recruited two rookies, and one ex-cadet, for this team. Logically you might of thought I would need experienced big hitters already on the Force. But as I mentioned earlier, the Force is riddled with corruption and you never know who will or won't have your back at any given time. Even the OCB which is set up especially to take out organised crime has corruption in it. If I had recruited from there then what I intended to do would of got back to the Families and I would have failed to make arrests and probably be sacked for wasting department time and resources. But by taking you all on as my team I don't have to worry about that. None of you have been around long enough to make a difference to the Families so they won't have bothered offering to buy you off yet. I can trust you all."

He stood and began to pace, now came the hard part of this. Up till now what he had told them should of made sense to them, but would they buy the next bit was the question.

"DA Shovelli doesn't know what I am about to tell you, so you are in good company. She is after nailing Senator Davis to the floor and we will help her do so and in return she provides us with legal cover and some pull in the courts." Marcus took a deep breath. "A few weeks ago I was approached by Emelia D'Angelo, you may recognise the name. The D'Angelo's are one of the biggest, most power crime families in the city. However the proposition she offered me was simply to good to turn down. She wants to take the Family straight, make it a legitimate and clean company. To do that she has to get rid of all the opposition because if it came to light that the D'Angelo's were going straight the other Families would take it as a sign of weakness and try to take them down. Can you imagine the mob war that would follow?"

It shouldn't of taken much for the girls to imagine, smaller incidents were in the news nearly every day. Shootings, car bombs, kidnappings, the list went on and had become almost so natural to those living here they didn't even pay much attention anymore.

"She offered to throw her power behind us, to help us take out the other mobs and once done she would get rid of all the illegal aspects of the D'Angelo family and turn it into a legitimate business concern. When that happens every hint of organised crime in the city will be gone. Corrupt cops will be prosecuted as they will no longer have paid for lawyers to defend them. Those lawyers will be disbarred and probably face jail time too. We can finally give the people of this city what they always asked of us, protection and service." He realised his voice had been rising a little as he had gotten impassioned about the topic he was talking about, so he took a few seconds to calm down. "As for what you witnessed today. Talk about wrong place, wrong time, sheesh. A few days ago you may have seen on the news about a family called the Drapers being slaughtered? The women and girl ... raped?" He felt his anger rising and licked his lips. "This was done in retaliation to the D'Angelo family buying up a D'Amato money laundering business. The D'Amato's decided that because the owner had sold out, Mr. Draper, that he and his family should die in a particularly ugly way to send a message to both those who might do the same and the D'Angelo's to stay out of their business affairs. As you can imagine this seriously pissed off Emelia D'Angelo who wanted the names and locations of the animals who had done this terrible thing. With a little help from our tech genius over there I passed on that information. You two had a front row seat when three of those men," And it was obvious from his tone that he didn't consider them worthy of being described as men, "were picked up by D'Angelo soldiers and taken to their punishments."
 
Marcus took on a serious tone as he began recapping the reason for the Untouchables. Jennifer and Kitty knew all of this, of course, up to and including the reasons behind the recruitment of the two of them, Mephisto, and Devon McCauley, who none of the others had yet met.

But then he got into the involvement of ADA Laura Shovelli. Jennifer knew the woman's name and reputation. Around the Court House, those who knew Laura Shovelli called her The Shovel for her singular goal of burying the City's most notorious Organized Crime bosses.

Marcus explained that in exchange for helping her nail some dirty State Senator named Davis, Shovelli was going to help the Untouchables in court. That made sense. It wouldn't do any good for the team to bust all of these Dons and goons if the dirty courts were just going to put them back out on the streets.

Then, as far as Jennifer was concerned, Marcus dropped a nuke: "A few weeks ago I was approached by Emelia D'Angelo..."

Jennifer's heart skipped a beat, a painful chill ran up her spine, and her skin exploded in goose flesh. Marcus continued, talking about the D'Angelo Family and what Emelia wanted to do with them. Jennifer stood from her seat and began pacing, ending up at the wet bar that was at one end of the renovated kitchen. She poured a double of Tequilla, downed it, then poured another. She didn't down it, though, as she wasn't much of a drinker.

"As for what you witnessed today," Marcus continued, "Talk about wrong place, wrong time, sheesh."

He talked about the Drapers, and Jennifer's anger at knowing of the involvement of the D'Angelo's almost began to fade ... but not quite. She'd left her drink at the counter as she ambled Marcus's direction. She barely heard the rest of what he'd said about this morning's incident and reaching him, Jennifer hauled off and punched him across the face.

"Fuck!" she practically screamed out. "What the fuck have you gotten me into?"

She turned away, clutching her punching hand in the other. The pain radiating through it and up her arm told her that she'd likely broken a finger or two. Kitty was there in an instant, fearing that her partner might take whatever this was a step farther, endangering the future of the team.

"Get off me!" Jennifer said, shaking Kitty off her before heading for the suite's door, calling back over her shoulder, "What the fuck ... what the fuck!"

She threw the door open, exited, and stomped down the hallway toward the stairwell. She didn't reach it, though, instead turning to an alcove of the door of one of the many empty rooms on the floor. She turned her back to the wall, slid down it, stared at the wall opposite her ... and lost it.

Kitty hadn't known what to do back in the room, so she'd hurried after Jennifer. Finding her sobbing on the floor, she dropped on her knees before her, asking with a sympathetic voice, "What's going on? Jenn', tell me. What's happening."

Jennifer didn't immediately respond but eventually got her shit together enough to look the woman in the eyes and explain, "Enzo D'Angelo killed my father."

Kitty stared in silent disbelief. Jennifer had told the other female Untouchable about her father's recent death. She asked, "You said he died of a heart attack."

"He did," Jennifer confirmed. But then she clarified, "He was shot years ago, on the job. They weren't able to get the bullet out. He suffered a blot clot because of it ... and he died. Enzo D'Angelo killed my father."

Still confused, Kitty began, "I ... I don't understand why--"

"Because Enzo fucking D'Angelo shot my father!" Jennifer cut in. She'd stopped sobbing and was now showing heated hatred.

"You mean the D'Angelo's shot your father," Kitty corrected, thinking Jennifer was laying the Family's blame specifically at Enzo's feet.

"No," Jennifer corrected the correction. "No ... Enzo D'Angelo himself pointed a gun at my father ... pulled the trigger ... shot him in the hip ... and left him in the street to die like a feral dog hit by a speeding car."
 
"Well, that went well." Mephisto smiled from his computer desk, then went back to his keyboard.

Marcus shot him a nasty look as he rubbed his jaw. Damn did Jen have a right cross on her. But what had sparked such a reaction. His gut told him it wasn't so much that they would be working for a mob boss, but something more private. He waited a moment, juggling his options. Follow her out and try to catch up to her and ask why the explosion, or wait to give her time to cool off and explain herself in her own time. Considering how new the team was he decided waiting might not be a good play, he needed to get this sorted now before they started anything heavy. He stepped from the door to see Jen and Kitty further down the passage with Kennedy sitting on the floor. He slowly walked up giving both ladies time to hear him coming.

"Can we talk?" He asked Jennifer in a quiet voice, glancing at Kitty in a silent appeal to give them a moment.

Having overheard the last part of Jen's confession he now knew why she had vented her anger at him the way she had. It was a hard thing to get over, the death of a loved one and then to be told you would be working for the daughter of the man who had, by his actions, killed your father, well, Marcus wondered how he would have reacted. He crouched down next to Jennifer and sighed.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know." He began. "If I had I would not have recruited you and put you in this position. If you want to leave I won't stop you, but I would like you to think about the good we could do here. Think about all the other people who won't lose their loved ones because we brought down Organised Crime in the city. You could be a big part of that, I think your dad would have been proud of you for staying with it and doing so much good."
 
Jennifer caught movement down the hall and knew it would be Marcus, her boss, coming to find out why she'd just assaulted him. She quickly wiped away the tears that had streamed down her face, remembering what her father had taught her about crying in front of men.

Kitty saw Marcus, too. She stood, backed up a bit, and waited to see whether she was needed here anymore.

"Can we talk?" Marcus asked.

Kitty looked between the two of them, read their expressions, and turned to evacuate the area. One of two things was going to happen here, and she really didn't want to be part of either one of them.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know," Marcus told Jennifer after they were alone together. He talked about their circumstances, adding that she could help take down Organized Crime in the City and finishing, "I think your dad would have been proud of you for staying with it and doing so much good."

Jennifer's rage had faded by now, but she was very much conflicted about what Marcus had gotten her into and whether or not she wanted to remain as part of it. Yes, she wanted to be a crime fighter, and if she was ever going to do serious damage to Organized Crime, it was going to be here with Marcus and the Untouchables.

"Emelia D'Angelo...?" she murmured in shocked dismay. Looking up, she asked, "How the hell did this happen?"

Marcus was about to speak, but Jennifer cut him off with a quick and forceful gesture to not. She held the stop sign up a moment more, lowered it, looked away, and then started, "My father and his partner were providing perimeter support for a raid of a D'Angelo stash house. There had been word that Enzo D'Angelo himself might be there that night, and OCB wanted to catch him with the goods and put him away.

"As soon as the breach began, all hell broke loose. In the hail of gunfire, Enzo D'Angelo slipped out with a dozen or so men protecting him. They were all either shot or stayed behind to delay the police, and eventually, D'Angelo was all alone ... when he came around the corner, saw my father and his partner, and opened fire. He shot my father and his partner both. Peter Palmer ... he survived fine, but my father spent the next year learning how to walk again.

"The bullet was never taken out," Jennifer continued, now with a single tear building. She intercepted it the moment is slipped out. "It had been a problem off and on over the years ... and two months ago, it caused a clot that in turn caused a heart attack and a stroke ... and three days later he died."

Jennifer rose from the floor now, approached Marcus, looked him right in the eyes, and growled, "I want to see Emelia D'Angelo ... face to face ... just me and her." She hesitated, then said, "You arrange that ... and if I don't put a bullet in her hip ... or in her brain ... I'll remain part of your team."
 
For a moment Marcus just looked into Jennifer's eyes, seeing the determination there, then he nodded and sighed. "I'll arrange a meeting for you, and for my part I am sorry, Jennifer. I put you through this, I should of looked deeper into your family then I would never have recruited you. But I did, and I like you and need you. I honestly think your skills will be of great use to us all." He put a hand on her shoulder and squeezed gently before smiling. "Now, let me give you a hand with those crates, huh?"

An hour later everything had been brought upstairs and unloaded into the armoury, or left in cases in that room for later use. Mephisto was still mysteriously clicking away at his computer, the hieroglyphics on the screen meant nothing to Cole but then he had never really been good with tech. Engineering, as in cars and stuff yes, but tech, no. He walked out into the hallway to get some privacy as he pulled his phone from a pocket and pressed a speed dial. He waited as it connected.

"Emelia? Marcus, I have a favor to ask."
 
A mere hour later:

After Devon McCauley's warning about public rendezvouses, Emelia made arrangements to meet Marcus at an abandoned office building. It had been part of a recent real estate purchase she made. Once renovated, it would be the City's largest and most fully equipped treatment facility for heroin addicts.

For now, the meeting location was little more than a quartet of chairs arranged around a low laying coffee table in the middle of the first floor's main room. Philip was at the door when the others arrived.

Emelia was surprised to see Jennifer Kennedy. As with Marcus, she was unaware of the relationship between their fathers. She smiled politely to both of them as they approached.

"Hold on," Jennifer said when they were still much closer to Philip than they were to Emelia. She studied the other woman for a long moment, then looked behind them to the the woman's bodyguard. Making sure that Philip didn't expect anything untoward, Jennifer pulled back her jacket to expose her Beretta without ever getting her hand near the weapon's butt. She told Marcus, "You might want to take this ... just in case this doesn't go as I know you hope it will."

Once she was unarmed and while she was still looking at the other woman, Jennifer asked softly, "Would you mind letting me talk with Emelia alone, please." She looked into Marcus's eyes, repeating, "Please."

She continued forward, took a chair opposite Emelia, and stared at the woman for a long moment. Too low for either Marcus or Philip to hear them clearly, the women talked for more than twenty minutes. The conversation seemed to be calm and peaceful, though on occasion, Jennifer could be seen raising a finger to silence Emelia before she herself continued the dialogue.

Eventually, both women stood, stared at each other a moment, then turned to head toward the men. Jennifer reached out to her boss, saying, "I'll take that back now."

Emelia looked to Philip, then Marcus, and said, "We're all going to take a drive together. Detective Cole ... you can follow in your car if you want, so that you have a ride back to the city afterwards."

Jennifer looked into Marcus's eyes again and said with a reassuring tone, "It's alright. Everything's alright."

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At the D'Angelo Compound:

Forty minutes later, the pair of Untouchables were standing in Enzo D'Angelo's bedroom, watching Emelia talk to the Don in a soft, soothing voice. After a few minutes of talking softly to him, she rose and crossed to the other two and explained, "He's in and out all day long ... sometimes for only a few seconds ... sometimes for a few minutes. Today is a good day. He has a hard time communicating, but he understands all he is told."

Emelia glanced back, then looked to Marcus again. She smiled, telling him, "He knows who you are, Detective Cole. I explained to him what we're doing when we first started it. He's happy. He's happy that we are doing this together, your people and mine."

Then, looking to Jennifer, Emelia said, "I told him what you told me earlier ... about your father. He ... he wants to talk to you."

Jennifer's eyes widened in surprise. She asked softly, as if afraid Enzo would hear her, "Me...?"

"I can interpret for you, Miss Kennedy," Emelia said as she reached out to softly take the other woman's elbow and urge her forward. She explained, "My father's lost his ability to speak, but he and I both know Morse Code, so we communicate by--"

"I know Morse Code," Jennifer said. She wasn't trying to cut out Emelia but was instead just stating a fact.

Emelia didn't appear offended at all by being told she was unnecessary. Instead, she only gestured Jennifer forward, telling her, "Hold his hand."

Jennifer hesitated, looking to Marcus a moment. She moved to Enzo's bedside, sitting in a chair there. She looked into his eyes ... into the eyes of the man who was responsible for her father's death. After a long moment, she reached up and took his hand ... the hand that quite possibly had held the gun with which he'd shot her father.

A long moment passed before Enzo began giving Jennifer's hand sharp, short squeezes. Several minutes passed ... and suddenly Jennifer was sobbing like she never had before.
 
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The 'conversation' between Enzo and Jennifer seemed to go on a long time, but then when one part of that conversation is in Morse Code its going to take a while longer. Finally they seemed to come to an end and Jennifer stood, still crying which surprised Marcus. Always before she had made a concerted effort never to cry in front of him, but now she wept as he put an arm around her and guided her to the door and outside into the fresh air. He got her into his car and then turned and went back to Emelia.

"Is everything ok between you two?" He asked glancing back at Kennedy in the car then at Emelia. "Do I need to know anything that will effect my team?"
 
"No," Emelia reassured Marcus, "not at all."

She reached out to take one of his hands and squeeze it. It was an intimate sort of act, just another in a succession of them over the couple of weeks that they'd known one another. She glanced to Jennifer and, finding the other woman watching them closely, released her hold on him.

"My father did her wrong ... did her father wrong ... her family wrong," Emelia said with a sincere tone. "He can't bring back Miss Kennedy's father ... but he -- I -- am going to make amends as best we can."

Emelia considered letting him go without another word, then felt that she should warn him of what was ahead. "The men you helped me locate -- oh, and by the way, I'm sorry for what happened between your officers and my men the other day, but ... at least no one got hurt."

She meant Jennifer and Kitty, of course, and not the men that Philip and his team had taken into their care. She continued, "You're going to hear some things in the days ahead ... possibly even today ... about how all that played out. I want you to remember what happened ... to the Drapers ... before you make any judgements as to whether or not I ... overreacted."

Meanwhile, at Untouchable HQ:

Kitty and Teddy had just finished some firearms maintenance when Mephisto called them in to the suite's main room. He pointed to the largest of his monitors, on which a YouTube video was paused. Upon closer inspection, they would see that the video had been posted just over two hours ago and already had 100,000 views.

Mephisto ran the video back to the beginning and hit the play icon. It began with a man sitting in a chair in the basement of an old brick building. He'd obviously been beaten, his lip fat and bleeding, as was an abrasion on his forehead.

"My name is Alessandro Cappitani," the man began hesitantly. "I am a Capo for the D'Amato Crime Family." He hesitated to calm himself, then continued, "On the 4th of this month ... I and seven other men kidnapped--"

He paused; his attention was drawn by someone signaling him from off camera. He cleared his throat and began listing the names of each of the other men. He then continued, "Together ... and under direct orders from Don Giovanni D'Amato of the D'Amato Crime Family ... we kidnapped Henry Draper ... his wife ... their two daughters ... and one other woman..."

He hesitated again but was prompted again from offscreen. He continued, "We ... raped ... we raped the women--" His eyes watered, and tears began streaking down his dirty cheeks as he clarified, "-- including the girls..."

A voice off screen, that sounded female and might have sounded familiar to Marcus Cole, growled, "How old were they?"

Cappitani dropped his eyes, dreading what he was about to admit. Finally, he was able to continue, "Henry' Draper's daughters--"

"Look into the camera!" the female off screen demanded.

Cappitani did as told, continuing, "Henry Draper's daughters ... were only twelve ... and fourteen. We raped them ... we raped their mother ... we raped the other woman ... then we killed them ... the women first ... to make Henry Draper watch ... then ... we killed him, too, and left them all in an open field outside of the City."

By now, he was sobbing, though, whether it was from fear for his life or regret for what he'd done, who could know. He cleared his throat again, looked to the cards, and continued by naming more than a dozen D'Amato Associates who he claimed had foreknowledge of and, in some cases, had had a hand in authorizing the attack. They were all top Capos in the Crime Family or the Capos' powerful Made Men and were certainly known to Law Enforcement.

The video ended with him looking directly into the camera and saying with deeply felt emotion, "I want to apologize for my part in this. There is no excuse for what I did ... and whatever punishment lies ahead for me ... is justified."

The image of him was replaced by a list of the rapist-murderers, as well as the Capos and Made Men above them who'd been part of the crime. Over the list, a computer-generated voice said, "These men, if not already in custody, will turn themselves into the City Police Organized Crime Bureau within 24 hours. If they do not, they will be hunted down and punished as is appropriate for their crimes."

The video ended without any indication of what those crimes might be. However, Mephisto then tapped some buttons to bring up a video he'd found someplace that he didn't explain to Kitty and Teddy.

Upon close examination, it was apparent that the video had been filmed in a veterinarian office's examination room. A few seconds into the video, a man's cries of fear and panic sounded. Four men, seen only from their shoulders down, manhandled a naked Alessandro Cappitani onto the examination table. He was begging in a mix of Italian and English, obviously aware of what was ahead.

A moment later, a fifth person came into view, and less than thirty seconds later, he was holding Cappitani's severed cock in his hand as the Capo screamed in agony. The wound site was treated with a small, handheld propane torch to prevent the man from bleeding out.

Cappitani was removed from the table and taken away, and a minute later, a second rapist-murderer was brought to the table and given the same punishment. This continued until each of the D'Amato men who'd confessed to raping the Draper girls had suffered the same punishment.

Kitty found herself watching with rapt attention. She'd always been a bit morbid, so seeing these men punished in this way for their horrific crime was, for lack of another word, entertaining to her.

"Someone needs to call Marcus and Jennifer," Kitty said halfway through the video. Looking to the other two men, she smiled with delight and asked, "May I?"
 
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Also meanwhile...

"9-1-1 Operator #2122, what's the nature of your emergency."

The operator strained to understand the man's words. He sounded as if he was in pain, possibly dying. She was already tapping the buttons necessary to call up an EMT, and ambulance, and an escorting police car as she said, "Sir, I'm sorry, I'm not understanding you? Are you having a medical emergency? Do you need first responders at--"

"Help me!" the man finally got out clearly. A moment later, he growled, "The bitch cut off my dick!"

The operator had been on the job for quite a while and had heard just about everything. But she'd never received a Bobbitt call before. "Sir, I'm dispatching emergency services to your location as we speak. Can you give me your exact address. Your cell phone is only giving me an approximate location."

The man never returned to the call, but the cell's signal was enough for the EMTs to locate him in a dirty warehouse basement. The first responders were shocked to find not one man suffering from a severed cock but seven of them; of the men, two had bled out already and one more would die on the way to the hospital.

When police questioned the men later after initial treatment, they were surprised to find that none of them were willing to speak about what had happened to them. Of course, by this time, the internet was blowing up with news about the YouTube video in which the 9-1-1 caller had indicated himself and the rest of the men found with him in the murder and rape of the people who would soon come to be called The Drapers, despite the fact that Rosalee wasn't a family member and had, in fact, been Henry Draper's whore-mistress.
 
Marcus watched the two videos silently. He and Kennedy had just got back making it the first time all of The Untouchables had been present at the Hanson Building hideout at the same time. He rubbed a hand over his face as he asked Mephisto to rerun them once again. Kitty and Teddy watched silently from a couch having already seen the footages a few times. It was pretty graphic, and Marcus found himself divided on what he saw. He had made an argument that these men were not really men at all, that no true man would have done what they did. That they were rabid animals who needed put down and when he had said it he meant every word, he still did, but seeing the method of their punishment was jarring. Emelia had asked him not to judge her methods, to remember what they had done and he was trying hard to balance in his mind the good and bad.

The screams of the tortured men was perhaps the hardest part to bear for Cole. He had seen similar videos to this before, but not in America. When deployed abroad fighting terrorism he had seen captured American soldiers treated like this. It was supposed to instil fear into the ones left alive, to stop them from coming after the terrorists. What it had in fact accomplished was to make the Americans hate the enemy even more and retribution for what that enemy had done to his fellow soldiers had been quick and brutal. Although he had never taken part in the punishment he had never judged those of his platoon or unit who had. Cause and effect was a deadly and terrible reality in the world at times.

Now there was no hiding the fact that the D'Angelo's and D'Amato families were at war. The D'Amato clan couldn't let this pass unanswered, even as Emelia had not been able to let the Drapers deaths go unanswered. The fighting would grow and spill into the streets and like sharks smelling blood in the water the other families would make use of the war to move into areas of the city that before had solidly been under Italian rule.

"Ok, enough. Turn it off." Marcus told Mephisto who shrugged and did so. The bloodshed on screen had seemingly not phased him at all and it made Cole wonder what needed to happen to someone to make them unfeeling to what they had just seen.
 
Jennifer and Kitty had responded to the horrific video differently. Sure, Jennifer thought the men had deserved some punishment, even some beyond-judicial punishment. But having their cocks sliced off with a straight razor, followed by having the stub cauterized with a blow torch? Jesus Christ! That was simply barbaric!

Kitty, however, had nearly applauded what the D'Angelo's had done to the rapist-murderers. She'd watched the video all the way through three times before joining her female team member on the couch. The only thing Kitty said was, "How about that?"

"Ok, enough," Marcus finally said. "Turn it off."

Without even hesitating, Jennifer asked with emphasis, "Can we go get those fucking animals now?"

She checked the reactions and concluded that some of the Untouchables might not have understood to which fucking animals she was referring. She clarified, "The D'Amato's. Can we go bust these fuckers before we end up with another Italian War?"

Jennifer had grown up with the stories of the City's first Italian War. In 1992, Giuseppe D'Angelo -- father of Enzo D'Angelo, grandfather to Emelia D'Angelo, and then-Don of the D'Angelo Family -- was killed in a dramatic hail of automatic gunfire as he left an Italian restaurant where he and his wife had just finished a romantic Valentine's Day dinner. He, his wife, three bodyguards, and two innocent bystanders were killed.

Upon his father's murder, Enzo D'Angelo became Don of the Family. He was 34, and his father had been grooming him for the position since his teens. He'd joined the Army and spent time in various war zones before coming home to become a Capo and the heir apparent. He understood warfare, he understood the organized crime business, and he understood how to merge the two together.

Enzo didn't hesitate to launch a war against the D'Amato's, who'd been reliably fingered as the gunmen. The Press would label the 3-year long conflict as the The Italian War. The D'Amato's would end up suffering the most, finally suing for peace.

Enzo had agreed on the condition that all of the gunmen and the Capo who'd led them in his father and mother's assassination were turned over to him. Those 9 men were never seen again, their bodies having been buried in a field 3 miles outside the City. Enzo later purchased the field and had it rezoned as Protected Native Grasslands to ensure that no one ever dug up the bodies during construction of a distribution warehouse or super mall.

Enzo had made another demand of Don Giovanni D'Amato, though, one that has to this day been kept between just the two of them. Gio's middle son, Lorenzo, had been involved in the assassination. Enzo had demanded sangue per sangue: Blood for blood.

Gio had known that he had to make a familial sacrifice to end the war. He also knew that he couldn't just hand his son over to Enzo D'Angelo for punishment. The Family's Capos wouldn't stand for it, and -- obviously -- neither would his wife. So, after making a deal with Enzo and waiting a sufficient period of time to support the story of a tragic accident, Gio walked with his son from his second-floor library to the grand staircase ... then pushed him down to his death.

Lorenzo would be the last of over 200 deaths, more than half of them Innocents, that would be attributed to the Italian War. After the truce Enzo and Gio attempted to keep the lines of communications open about territories and their respective criminal activities to ensure that nothing like this ever happened again.

It all was about to come crashing down several years later, though, when men working for Giovanni D'Amato killed Enzo's first wife, Annabelle. Oh, Gio had sworn up and down that it had all been a tragic accident, that Annabelle had been in the wrong place at the wrong time. But Enzo would learn later that it had been a hit designed to throw him off his game. A consolidation of the Italian Famlies had been underway, and Giovanni D'Amato had attempted to gain the upper hand by killing someone near and dear to his chief rival, Enzo D'Angelo.

The effect was the exact opposite of that for which Gio had hoped, though. Enzo threatened an all out war once again, even hitting several D'Amato establishments as a sign of what was to come. Gio reluctantly agreed to let the D'Angelo's have all of the businesses and territories of the two smaller Italian Families, the Rossi's and the Bianchi's, which for a long time now had been entirely defunct.

Jennifer stood up and, as if needed more drama than they'd already seen this day, she jerked out her Beretta, partially pulled the slide back to ensure it was loaded, and told Marcus, "I wanna kill a bad guy, and I wanna kill one now."
 
"Then you're no better than them."

Devon McCauley stood in the doorway of the Untouchables apartment hideout. He didn't seem particularly mad about what he had heard, his tone of voice was level, matter of fact, as if he had told Jennifer that the sky was blue or the sea wet. He closed the door and walked further into the room, eyes making contact with everyone present, giving a small nod of respect to Cole before turning back to Kennedy.

"You think killing a person is so easy, girl? Just point that gun you're waving around, pull the trigger and bang! they are dead, move on?" His eyes seemed to be reading her. "Did the Academy teach you nothing? Take it from one who has been on both sides of death, giving and receiving, it is NEVER that easy. You take a life it stays with you, always, and the more you take the more heavy your conscience gets. Unless you are some type of psychotic killer you will live with your acts of violence all of your life." He shrugged. "Don't get me wrong, some people can deal with that. Our intrepid leader here is such a one. A soldier has to be able to take lives, it is what they are trained to do, even so there is always a point in anyone's life when it becomes one to many."

Marcus shook McCauley's hand and turned to his people who seemed both shocked and confused as to who this old guy was.

"People, this is Devon McCauley, retired legend of the police department and a walking organised crime library. What he doesn't know about it doesn't need learning. He has agreed to join our fight. My advice? Learn from him and believe me, he speaks the truth ..." His eyes met Devon's, "He knows all about death."

He turned to Jen, his eyes cold. "Put that damn gun away. You'll get your chance, we all will. No one will get out of this operation without some red in their ledger, I warned you of that when I recruited you. You want to kill bad guys, Kennedy? You will get your wish sooner than you might think." He waved at the computer monitors that had just shown them the graphic videos. "What you just saw is the opening salvo of a gang war, one we are about to put ourselves right in the middle of. If I read the current leaders of our police force correctly they will stand back as much as they can and let the Families destroy each other, the only problem with that is they will take down innocent people, such as your father, Jennifer." He didn't mention McCauley's families death in a shootout, if Devon wanted that known he would tell the others.

"We are going to try and make sure that as few as possible as possible die on our watch. We will be using the law to take them down, not just the gun." Again he speared Kennedy with a look. "We have a ADA willing to go to bat for any arrests we make, and a Judge willing to back her and us up. They too are putting their lives on the line, don't think for a moment that they aren't. So, when we make arrests we make good, solid ones. We give the Families bought and paid for lawyers nothing to work with to get cases thrown out. We do it by the book ... does everyone understand me? Am I 100% crystal clear on this?"

"And what if there comes a time where you must step outside the law to see justice done?" Mephisto asked softly.

"When that time comes we do what we have to do. I will not put your lives in unnecessary danger, I give you my word, but gang wars are bloody and brutal. They currently think they have the strength and power to do what they want. We will show them they are wrong."
 
"Then you're no better than them."

Jennifer turned to find a man standing in the doorway. She'd been so involved in the conversation about killing bad guys that she'd neither heard the door open nor caught his movement.

"You think killing a person is so easy, girl?" he began chastising Jennifer.

She listened to his every word and, initially, dismissed them all. Who the fuck was this old guy who knew nothing about their situation and was criticizing her professionalism? But as he continued and after Marcus explained who he was, Jennifer began to realize two things: first, he was right, and she shouldn't have been so flippant; and second, he was hot.

There was an obvious age difference between them. She guessed he was almost twice her own age of 25. The truth was that Devon had already turned 55.

"Put that damn gun away," Marcus ordered. "You'll get your chance, we all will."

Mephisto asked, "And what if there comes a time where you must step outside the law to see justice done?"

"When that time comes," Marcus responded, "we do what we have to do."

Jennifer agreed with that, though, she didn't speak up about it. She was feeling guilty -- foolish, actually -- for acting the way she had. She stepped over to Devon and extended her hand.

"Welcome to the team," she told the man. Then, more for him alone, she added, "And sorry about that ... earlier. I was just venting."
 
McCauley flashed her a quick smile to let her know it was ok. "Venting is good, means you're not sealing it all up inside. That is never a good thing. Myself, I tend to find a nice aged whiskey and a bar with some Blues music ... or I work on my cars. Hammering dents out of a panel can work wonders for ones state of mind."

Devon might have been old enough to be her father, but he wasn't dead quite yet and even his scarred and haggard emotions could acknowledge a hot lady when he saw one, or two as it happened as his eyes fell on Kitty sitting with Teddy on the couch. But his eyes went back to Jen's and he gave her a quick wink before turning to Cole.

"Seems you have filled out your roster a little since we first talked." He threw a thumb at Mephisto. "Probably just as well, I have trouble texting let alone using a damn computer."

"Don't worry old man, if you need your tax records fixed up just let me know. Friends and relatives rates." Mephisto replied without looking at him.

"Ohh," McCauley shook his head and sighed, "One of those tech geeks."

Marcus chuckled. "I'm glad you dropped by, I think your speech got heard."

"Hate giving them to be honest, all piss and hot air, but you never know, sometimes someone is listening and takes it in." He looked around the apartment. "Where's your weapons locker?"

Cole pointed to the door to the armoury that looked like any other door in the apartment, McCauley walked over, looked at it, then looked at Cole.

"You put your guns in the closet?!"

"Not quite. I had Greg Abbot do some remodelling for me before we moved in." Marcus laughed as he walked over, tapped in the code on the pad next to the door and waited as there was a dull, heavy thunk and the door swung open a little. Cole grabbed the edge and pulled it the rest of the way as the lights inside started to flicker on.

"Now this is a weapons locker." Devon remarked appreciably stepping inside the room and looking around. "And if Abbot built it at least we know it won't be falling down around our ears anytime soon. He still married to Diana?"

"Yeah, and she's still worried he will go and do something stupid again." Marcus smirked as he and McCauley chuckled.

"So, who is your gun bunny?" Devon asked.

"Well, I kinda put Jennifer over there in charge of the weapons, she has the most skill and knowledge with them. Call her Gun Bunny if you want, just keep a hand over your balls when you do though, you saw her temper." Marcus smiled and winked at Kennedy.

"A beautiful woman who knows her way around a gun and has a temper?! Be still my beating heart." McCauley stated with a wide grin as he looked Jen over with more appreciation than he had the first time.
 
Three Days Later:

The entirety of the City was on edge after the Draper Family rape-murder and the subsequent D'Amato Capo-strations, as one online news outlet was calling it. Castration was, of course, less about cocks and more about balls, but then what could you expect from online news sources that were sensationalizing these two related stories?

It wasn't just those two events that had people scared, though. In just the last 72 hours, there had been more than a dozen drive-by shootings involving D'Amato or D'Angelo properties and/or personnel. The Police were doing their best to stop or at the least minimize the damage, but already there were 14 dead and 24 injured, half of them innocent bystanders.

Emelia D'Angelo had called her Capos together and told them that under no circumstances were they to strike at the D'Amato's without her expressed permission. So far, she'd authorized only two attacks, and they'd been carefully executed to prevent the taking of innocent lives.

Her attention had been on advancing the efforts of the Untouchables. Emelia had been meeting with State Senator Eric Davis's Personal Assistant, Camille Carlton, each day, sometimes for just a few minutes, sometimes for several hours. She'd finally convinced the woman to put her trust in Marcus Cole, and here they were now, waiting for him to meet them.

Emelia had heeded Marcus's warnings, which had originated with a man she was yet to meet, Devon McCauley, about meeting in places that were too public. Today, they were meeting in a little Greek restaurant that was protected directly by Emelia's people and not the larger D'Angelo protection rackets team and, at this moment, was closed to the public as well.

No sooner did Marcus enter then Camille leaned closer to Emelia and asked, "Can I talk to him alone ... please."

"Are you sure?" Emelia asked, surprised. She knew what Camille had gone through with regards to her boss's inappropriate and, in most cases, illegal sexual harassment of her. She thought Camille might feel better having a woman at her side as she talked to the Detective the first time. When Camille hesitantly nodded, Emelia patted her hand, nodded her head toward Philip, who was standing in the corner near the front entrance, and told her, "I will be right over there. If you need me, just signal me."

Emelia stood, met Marcus halfway between the entrance and the table, and smiled to the cop. "Thank you for coming, Marcus. She's ... fragile. Take it easy on her. Oh, she, um ... she wants to talk to you alone. I'm hoping that's okay?"

She reached a hand out to the Detective, patting him on the forearm with a bit of an intimate touch, then passed by him to go sit near Philip.

When Marcus arrived, Camille asked with a concerned tone, "Miss D'Angelo says that you can protect me if I help you get Eric ... Senator Davis, I mean."

She waited for his response, then after drawing and releasing a deep breath -- which tended to emphasize her wondrous bosom -- jumped right into her story. "I am the Personal Assistant to State Senator Eric Davis. I ... I do all the things you would expect a PA to do: secretarial, meeting arrangements, taking and returning calls, planning and maintaining his schedule ... everything. He, um..."

Camille hesitated, repeating her dramatic air in, air out. She ended her job description there, even though she could have added, I service him sexually, too. She left that out, though, as she went on, "Senator Davis has ... friends ... people with whom he shouldn't be associated but is. I'm talking about the D'Amato's. I think you call them a Crime Family, yes?"

She studied Marcus a moment. She found him very attractive, the kind of man she might get involved with if she wasn't already involuntarily exclusive to her boss when it came to fucking and sucking. "I, um, told Miss D'Angelo when she approached me a week or so ago that I would help her take Eric ... Senator Davis down."

Camille's anger was rising within her as she continued, "He's a pig ... and a not very nice guy ... and I'd be happy to see him go to jail." She glanced toward Emelia again, then back to Marcus. "Miss D'Angelo has promised to relocate me and give me some money ... so that I can start anew. Tampa ... I'm going to go to Tampa, where my family is. I want to go back to school and finish my..."

She stopped, realizing that she was getting off track. She continued, "Miss D'Angelo has promised to help me on the condition that I can help you get the Senator. I can! But ... well ... I'm going to need help. Eric keeps everything regarding his interactions with the D'Amato's on a laptop that I can't access. I don't have the ... whaddaya call it, hacking skills...?

"To make it worse," Camille continued, "he keeps the laptop and the cell phone he uses to talk to the D'Amato's in a safe in his office. Now, I can get you into the office. But I can't get you into the safe ... or into the laptop. But ... Miss D'Angelo says you might have a guy who does that kind of stuff?"
 
Marcus hadn't been totally aware of how this Camille would react to him, or how he would react to her. Emelia had told him they had an understanding, and now she had told him the lady in question was fragile. There was also the underlying message that the Senator had abused both his position of power and Camille. Cole felt his gut tighten in anger at that, but as he entered the small restaurant and finally laid eyes on the woman in question his heart melted. Camille was gorgeous, her pretty eyes seemingly looking at him as though he was her would be saviour.

Marcus nodded to Emelia's words and warning, placing a hand on her arm to let her know he understood before walking to the table and sitting down, giving Camille his best reassuring smile as she launched into her speech. He had to wonder how long she had been trying to prepare it to make sure he bought it. But he was sold from the moment he looked into those big dark eyes of hers.

"Yes, we can protect you, Camille." He replied to her first question, and he honestly felt they could. With Emelia's help they had a secure and above all secret base of operations at the old Hanson building. "But you must remember to trust no one but me and Emelia ... and Phillip." He glanced over at Emelia's bodyguard. "Talk to no one else about this, do not go with anyone who tells you they work for us either."

As he finished his sentence she breathed in and out deeply, and although he didn't want to be the kind of man like Davis who only saw Camille's incredibly body, he couldn't help his eyes going to her cleavage as her breasts rose and fell. He licked his lips slightly and dragged his eyes back up to hers. Focus, Marcus, focus, she has been through enough, she doesn't need you checking her out like a piece of meat, he told himself.

As Camille started to lose her temper Cole reached over the table taking her hands in his and squeezing softly letting her know she wasn't alone in this anymore and as she laid out what she could and couldn't do his mind was already racing ahead to find options and solutions. Even before she said that Emelia had told her he had a guy who could handle the laptop and phone he was already thinking about Mephisto.

"Yes, I do, I know the exact person to handle those things. But I don't want to get you into trouble, so we need to get into his office when there is absolutely no chance of him being around. I don't know how long we'll need to handle everything. The safe, the laptop, the phone ... you understand? You know his habits though, so we'll do it when you feel it will be the safest. Give me your phone." He took it and added his number, labelling it Pharmacy in case Davis decided to poke through her contacts. He held the phone up to show her. "If you need me dial that number day or night and when you have a time figured out, we probably need a clear hour, call me and we'll set it up."

He passed her phone back to her with a smile, taking her hands again. They were so warm he thought.

"Try not to be scared, I know its hard, but you're not alone now. With your help Senator Davis will be heading to jail and no one will ever find out you were involved. You will have to testify at his trial, but we can have you do that anonymously due to fear for your life. The only people who will know are ADA Shovelli and the judge, both of whom work with me."
 
A chill ran up Camille's back as Marcus took her hands that first time. It had been a long time since a man had touched her without thought of achieving sexual pleasure at her emotional expense. (In truth, deep down, Marcus was probably thinking I want to fuck you so badly, but Camille didn't know that and, again honestly, Marcus might not have known it consciously either.)

Eric Davis hadn't only been sexually harassing Camille all these months of her employment with him but had demanded that she reserve herself for him exclusively. Camille had had to give up sex with other men altogether. This had been tragic for her as she'd always greatly enjoyed sex. Plus, looking like she did, men were always hitting on her.

And yet, she couldn't see any of them, not even for a one-nighter to satisfy her own carnal needs. Davis would find out somehow, and he would punish her in some way. He had before, and he'd do it again.

Camille wanted to send the Senator away to jail, but she needed to free herself from the forced sexual relationship they had so that she could get on with that aspect of her life in way that pleased her, that satisfied her, that was healthy for her.

Marcus told her he had a man with the right skills to get the job done in Davis's office, and she smiled with relief. He spoke of the need to get in and out without being detected. She told him, "I can arrange that. You just have to tell me when. He, um ... he keeps irregular hours. I have to be available to him 24/7, so I almost always know where he's going to be, when he's going to be there and usually for how long."

After putting his number in her phone, Marcus said, "Try not to be scared. I know it's hard, but you're not alone now."

He was holding Camille's hands atop the table again, and while he might have only been trying to comfort her, she found her heart beating faster and harder with sexual excitement. It made her nervous, which made her blush.

Or did she? The technical definition of blushing was to have your skin, typically reserved to the cheeks, turn red as an emotional response, caused by the sudden release of great amounts of adrenaline and widening of blood vessels in the skin.

Camille's wondrously dark skin wasn't going to suddenly turn pink with her embarrassing thoughts of her being in rapturous ecstasy with the Detective sitting before her. She did, however, feel the effects of the blood rushing to her cheeks. And the sudden rise in temperature caused her to smile nervously, then even giggle a bit.

"Sorry," she told him diverting her eyes for a moment before looking back up. "It's just ... it's been a long time since ... since I thought I could trust a man the way I already trust you."

Camille realized how forward that sounded. She looked past Marcus to Emelia, then back, adding, "I mean, the both of you, of course. You and Miss D'Angelo ... you're ... the two of you are going to change my life in a way I never thought anyone could."

Marcus warned her about not trusting anyone but he, Emelia, and Philip, then reassured her that her identity was safe. She was still holding his hands when she said, "Thank you, Detective Cole ... Marcus ... is it okay is I call you Marcus, Detective."

Camille realized suddenly that she was flirting. Embarrassed again, she casually separated her hands from his and sat back in her chair. Whether she did it consciously or as a matter of comfort, Camille straightened her back a bit, causing her bosom to become more obvious again. She thought she caught Marcus taking a quick glance at her tits, and that only caused her to smile wider.

"I, um ... I think I need to get back to the office," Camille said, fearful that something was going to happen that would ruin all of what the three of them were planning. "Eric ... the Senator ... he's meeting with a man from the D'Amato's tonight about the Stadium project. You know about that, right...? That the Senator had a hand in getting the D'Amato's a bunch of contracts to build it...?"

Marcus surely knew all this, of course. And because of the Draper Murders and the subsequent attack on the D'Amato thugs, the whole of the public was learning about it in the daily headlines. Camille knew that Emelia was a D'Angelo, of course. But she had no idea that the beautiful mobster had been involved in the Capo-strations. Honestly, if she had, Camille would have been even more impressed with the Italian-American goddess.

By the time the Personal Assistant gathered her coat and purse, Philip was already standing at her side. As she rose, Emelia's bodyguard looked to Marcus with a friendly expression, saying surprisingly, "It was good to see you again tonight, Detective."

That was probably the most personal exchange Philip had shown the man since they'd first met, but because of his nature, it was all he'd be showing the Detective tonight. He helped Camille to her feet, gave them a moment to exchange farewells, then said, "We'll use the rear entrance again, Miss Carlton."

As the pair were departing the restaurant, Emelia arrived at Marcus's side. She been watching the other woman's full, shapely ass depart, and -- smiling devilishly -- said softly to the Detective, "She's a beautiful woman." Then, with a touch of hatred, she added, "If I was the Senator ... and I was into other women ... I'd be tapping that, too."

She turned to face Marcus, then -- suddenly realizing how crude that had sounded -- laughed aloud and apologized, "Sorry! I didn't mean that. I mean, I meant it. I just ... I didn't mean for it to sound that horrible."

Emelia again neared Marcus and kissed him on the cheek. This kiss was a bit longer in length, a bit more intimate, with her lips and cheek remaining against him just a bit longer, just enough to indicate that maybe it was more than just a goodbye for now gesture. When she pulled back, Emelia smiled again and said, "I have to catch up with Philip ... or he'll panic."

That wasn't true, of course. Philip didn't panic. He was always cool, calm, and collected. Emelia reached out to grasp Marcus by the hand, squeeze, then back away. As she left, she glanced back, smirked, and said with a knowing tone, "If I were you, Detective ... I'd be having thoughts along those lines, too."

Emelia didn't specifically spell it out, but she was obviously talking about tapping the wondrously beautiful Camille Carlton. She turned away and laughed, finishing, "Good night, Detective Cole. We'll talk soon."

And with that, she was out the door and gone.

............................​

It was less than an hour later that Marcus would receive a text from Camille's phone: This all has me scared a bit. Can you come see me. There is no danger. Just you please. I just need to talk to someone I can trust. Please.

Camille included her street address and apartment number.
 
The whole meeting had been one of firsts for Marcus. Meeting such a gorgeous and sexy woman as Camille was always a pleasure and despite having tried to be a gentleman for her he couldn't stop his body reacting to the visual and physical stimulation she gave him. And she had been flirting with him surely, he couldn't of mistaken that could he? He was already half hard under the table when she had stood to leave and seeing her sexy ass in that tight skirt didn't help, neither had Emelia's almost playful comments about if she had been into women she would tap that. A fleeting image of Emelia and Camille naked together flashed through the detectives mind making his cock even harder. The kiss and prolonged skin contact and her hand on his had only made matters worse to the point he had seriously contemplated heading to the toilet to jerk off before heading back to the Hanson building.

To add to his confusion though Phillip had actually been nice to him, which had taken Cole aback a little as the man had seemed coldly polite the few times he had met him. Marcus had managed to smile and nod to the man after the platitude had been said, though Marcus was still not 100% sure Phillip didn't harbour love for Emelia. Not that Cole would of blamed him at all. But to finish it off Emelia had told him to have thoughts about tapping Camille. For some reason that had both surprised him and saddened him. Surprised because he hadn't thought Emelia would want a man thinking of Camille that way considering what the young woman was going through, but saddened because ..... because what? He had thought Emelia might want him for herself? Had he misread the little intimate signs from her somehow? Was Emelia just playing with him like a cat with a mouse, a game that got her off? No, no not that. He might have only known her a short time but he was a good enough judge of character to know Emelia wouldn't do that to him. With a sigh and a shrug he left the restaurant and drove back to the hide out.

At home base he had given Teddy and Kitty the job of staking out the Senator tonight. If he was meeting a D'Amato representative they should find out who and why. The surveillance gear they had bought was top notch, decent cameras and even a mouse ear to let them listen into conversations from a long way away. Whatever it picked up would be recorded for the others to hear later back at base. Then his phone had beeped. he read the message and found his finger tapping the phone as he considered the risks involved.

Camille said it was safe, but Cole wouldn't put it past Davis to have her watched. He sounded the type to be insecure and jealous over his property. But Marcus had promised to protect her, wasn't this part of that promise, and he felt a rush of blood as he considered being alone with the beautiful young black woman. Quickly he text back he would be at her address in half an hour. He had told Mephisto about the lap top and phone, neither of which, the hacker had stated, would be an issue, though the man had pointed out that although he could break into any electronic lock and system, that didn't mean he was a safe cracker. McCauley though had come to the rescue there and told Marcus he knew a person who could do a job for them for the right price and as money didn't seem to be an issue for them Cole had ok Devon reaching out to this unknown safe cracker.

Twenty five minute's later he pulled his mustang over to the curb half a block from Camille's apartment. He sat there watching the street, the cars, the people, watching for someone staking out the woman's home. Finally happy there was no one watching he walked the rest of the distance, into the apartment building and up to her front door. He found himself smoothing down his white button up shirt and blue denim jeans. He chuckled and shook his head as he realised he wanted to look his best for Camille before knocking on the door.
 
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