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"Going Straight" (closed)

Marcus walked out of the bathroom just in his tight boxers having showered and was drying his hair as he smelt the amazing breakfast and the coffee. He smiled at her words and walked over, draping the towel of the back of a chair as he walked up behind her and slipped his arms around her and kissed her neck, inhaling her scent as his crotch pushed into her ass.

"Eggs, bacon and toast will be fine, You didn't have to do this you know, I could of grabbed something on the way into work." He whispered in her ear, kissing it softly before backing up and sliding into a chair at the table as the food was placed before him. "I need this after last night, you wore me out."

He smiled up at her and chuckled as he began to eat. She really has, he felt drained, but in a very nice way. He also felt satisfied sexually for the first time in years, many, many years. Camille had pushed all the right buttons and taken care of his ever need last night, he only hoped he had done the same to her. He now had to make sure she stayed safe. She had said she didn't want someone with her all the time, and Cole wasn't sure that was a good thing, but he would honor her wishes for now.
 
Mephisto sat quite still as he felt the blade of the knife on his neck. He listened to her words, his expression not changing a bit, neither from the feel of the blade or what she said. He looked like this was something he had either expected or been through before. When she done and released him he simply turned his head left and right to relax his neck muscles and bent back over the keyboard and mouse. He pointed to a picture of Davis and the man from the D'Amato's.

"I need time to go over the audio you recorded, and we know the good Senator, but this here is Leonard Cobbin, an accountant for the D'Amato Family, one of many, but this guy seems to undertake the heavy lifting for their accounts. He has a legitimate accountant firm in the city, pays his taxes on time, even his parking tickets, but that's all a cover. What he really does is help the D'Amato's close deals to buy and sell property and items. He also helps them find ways to launder dirty money which has become harder now Miss D'Angelo bought out the Drapers." He paused as if waiting for something. "I've had a few second with this, aren't you even a little impressed with what I have found?" He asked Kitty.

True, most of the work had been done by algorithms he had written and created, software to do the menial tasks while he did the more important jobs. Inputting the photos to his software it had quickly searched every database in the city and State looking for the faces and then brought that intel to Mephisto's fingertips, but Kitty didn't need to know that.
 
Kitty, with Mephisto and Teddy at the Office:

Kitty wasn't surprised by Mephisto's less than dramatic reaction to her holding a knife to his neck. He was one strange cookie; she'd learned that during their first meeting. He probably would have invited whatever Kitty could do to him just for the morbid experience of it. Or maybe he was one of those people who simply didn't experience emotions.

Who knew about people like him. He was unique. It was actually kind of hot for Kitty. As she stood over Mephisto and he began his explanation, she wondered whether he'd be as cool, calm, and collected if she pulled his pants and panties down and sucked his cock. Later, maybe, she thought to herself. I've had my fill today.

Kitty looked back over her shoulder toward the bunkroom, wondering if Teddy had laid down for a badly needed sleep or was showering or was getting ready to depart for his own home. She felt a bit guilty about the way she'd ended their love making. He probably thought he'd been used for her pleasure and her pleasure alone.

She hadn't, of course. Kitty had wanted to give him something he'd never known before, either because he'd still been a virgin or because he hadn't been with enough women to have pleasured him the way he truly deserved.

Mephisto explained what he had to do with the intel Kitty and Teddy had collected. He identified the man with State Senator Eric Davis as Leonard Cobbin, an accountant for the D'Amato Family. Kitty had never heard of him, which didn't surprise her. Crime Families preferred that their money launderers remain well under the radar.

Kitty wasn't entirely certain what the next move against Cobbin would be. It sort of depended on who was going to take him down, the Untouchables or ... What the hell does Emelia D'Angelo call her team? Kitty wondered.

"I've had a few second with this," Mephisto said, bringing Kitty out of her reverie. "Aren't you even a little impressed with what I have found?"

She looked down at the man, then back to the screens. Leaning down and putting her lips close enough to his ear for him to feel the warmth and wetness of her breath, Kitty said with a seductive, whispery tone, "Thank you ... for doing your job."

This time, Kitty kissed him on the cheek with wet lips before rising, turning away, and heading for the bathroom down the hall to shower the small of pussy juice and cum from her crotch and thighs.
 
Camille and Marcus:

"I need this after last night," Marcus commented on their workout the night before. "You wore me out."

Camille laughed, then blushed. She turned his face up to her and kissed him, saying, "And I'll do it again if you let me."

She kissed him again, laughed playfully, and turned back to the kitchen. She tended to some clean up before joining him at the table. Camille loved looking at Marcus. He was so stunningly handsome.

"I have to go to work," she said with a pouty lip pushed out. She stood, kissed Marcus again, and reluctantly padded barefoot off to her bedroom. On the way, though, she lifted her negligee to flash her full ass at him, laughing and saying playfully, "Something to remember me by."
 
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As Kitty finished teasing/traumatising Mephisto, though his reactions were so hard to read it could of been either or none, Teddy finally walked out of the bathroom with his pants over his arm.

"Kinda got them wet." He explained to the two Untouchables, though he really didn't need to as they knew he was trying to clean them of dried cum. "I'm, uh .... going to lay down for a while .... you two ok?"

Mephisto turned to look at the young man standing there in his boxers and shirt, sighed and looked up at Kitty before shaking his head and going back to work. Teddy blushed a little at Mephisto dismissal but gave Kitty a smile before feeling his cock starting to harder just looking at her so quickly vanished into the bunkroom. It was as if, Teddy conjectured as he lay on the bunk, his body was now wired to get horny upon sight of her. Not that changed much, she had always turned him on, but now, after their session in the car, it was so much worse. he looked down at his crotch seeing the tented bulge there and closed his eyes.

"Just go down, please?" He begged of his own erection.
 
"As if I would ever forget you." Marcus replied smiling and happily taking in the view she was giving him.

He figured he should get going too. He was the boss, so it was unlikely the Untouchables would be wondering where he was or how he had spent his evening, but still, they had a lot to do and if Mephisto had come through again, and Marcus hated how they had already become so reliant on the guy, they might well have their first real mission to undertake. He finished off his breakfast then entered the bedroom to recover his clothing, watching Camille dress as he did so. She was as sexy putting clothes on as taking them off he decided to himself. They both walked down to their cars, chatting together, but as Camille kissed him goodbye, Marcus grabbed her around the waist and pulled her into his body for a deeper, more passionate kiss, before slowly letting her go and allowing their lips to part, then he winked and smile.

"Something to remember me by." He said softly, then turned for his car.

Later he walked into the Untouchable office, the morning light illuminating the place and showing Mephisto, at his computers, as he always was.

"Morning, is anyone else here?" he asked the hacker who glanced his way and threw a jaunty salute.

"Teddy is in the bunkroom, I think he had a busy evening ... I am not sure where Kitty went, and I haven't seen Jennifer or Devon. If this will become a regular question would you like me to install trackers on them so you can see their locations at all hours?"

Marcus stopped and looked at the man, he just could never tell when Mephisto was joking or being serious.

"Um, no, no it's fine, thank you. Did anything come of the surveillance last night?" He asked heading for the kitchen and the coffee maker. He glanced Mephisto's way as the man choked on something or so it seemed. "You ok?" Cole asked.

"Yes, yes fine, something caught in my throat. Yes, something did indeed cum last night. I'll bring you up to speed."

Minutes later Cole nodded and sipped his coffee as he took in what the hacker had to say. So, was Davis helping the D'Amato's move money as they had lost their biggest launder service? It made sense.

"What about that other little project I asked you to look into." Marcus asked.

"It's wasn't hard. We knew some of the people responsible for the Drapers deaths had evaded Miss. D'Angelo's wrath. I simply watched for an uptick in known D'Angelo safehouses, ones that recently had been dead. I figured the people hiding out would still stay in contact with their lord and master if just to let him know they had arrived." He pulled up a map of the city and zoomed into a section which was pretty rural on the outskirts. "This is a farm that the D'Angelo's bought many years back, it hasn't produced anything since however and from satellite overview the surrounding fields have been left fallow. The house itself though seems to have been repaired and upgraded. We can assume they installed CCTV cameras to monitor anyone driving up to the farmhouse or walking around the farm itself. They have also installed floodlights here, here, here and here. So even if you go at night they will probably see you coming." He turned in his chair to face Cole. "My advice, hit them at dusk. It has been proven that s humans ability to stay sharp and observant is lessened at dusk and dawn. If they do have sentries or are watching the CCTV you will have a better chance of catching them off guard at that time."

Marcus nodded, Mephisto was right. The Marines used the same strategy many time during raids. All he had to do now was call in his troops and wait till dusk.
 
Camille and Marcus:

Camille laughed in surprise as Marcus grabbed her, pulled her in close, and laid a big kiss on her. She returned it, of course, as she did the groping, too.

"Something to remember me by." He said softly.

"Jesus Christ!" a woman hollered from the third floor, one window over from Camille's own apartment. "Get a fucking room already." Camille sunk her face into Marcus's chest in embarrassment, as the woman then called out, "Oh, wait, you did that last night and you kept me awake until midnight!"

"Go to work, Clarise!" Camille hollered back up at the woman before laughing. "And it wasn't midnight! It was barely 11 o'clock!"

It hadn't been actually. By the time they'd enjoyed their last orgasms together almost simultaneously, it had been nearing 1 o'clock. The woman on the balcony laughed, flipped Camille off, and headed into her apartment.

"That's Clarise," Camille apologized. "She's the one who was beating on the wall last night while we were ... well ... you know. She's nice. I like her. And she's beautiful. She works for a modeling agency called Tabitha's."

Camille didn't notice whether or not Marcus reacted to the name Tabitha's. Camille didn't know that publicly Tabitha's was a modeling agency but privately it was one of the most exclusive escort services in the city. The Models, as the female employees were called, were as trained at gathering valuable information from their clients as they were at sucking their cocks or fingering their prostates.

Neither Marcus nor Camille could know now that at some point in the very near future, Clarise was going to play an important part in the take down of a major crime family.

Marcus headed off for his car, and after waiting for him to get into it and give her a last farewell, Camille got into hers as well and headed off to work.
 
Slowly over the course of the morning the other Untouchables appeared. Cole considered he might have to actually ask everyone to be here at 9am each morning rather than rolling in when they felt like it. Of course with the unorthodox makeup of this squad it was a little tricky, only three of them were serving police officers, Kitty, Mephisto and McCauley were civilians he had no real control over. They were here because they wanted to be here, not because they had to.

"Ok, people, now everyone is here," He glanced at the kitchen where McCauley was sipping his coffee and smiling as he had been the last one to appear, "Today will be our first day of real operations. Mephisto has located where the remaining people responsible for the Drape killings are holed up and we are going to go get them."

"Why us?" Teddy asked curiously. "Why not just send the information to the D'Angelo's, they made short work of the other bastards and would probably love to get their hands on these guys too."

"Because we aren't vigilantes, Officer Yarrow."

"You didn't seem to mind passing on information that got the last bunch of D'Amato thugs castrated." Mephisto stated softly.

Marcus scowled. The man was of course right, but it had been different. "I had to make a hard choice. Miss. D'Angelo felt she was responsible for the deaths of the Drapers, she wanted to get some payback so I ..."

"So you gave your girlfriend information that got some men killed and others permanently scarred for life." Mephisto continued.

"Are you defending them?" Cole scowled, his voice getting harsher."

"Not at all, they deserved what happened to them, I am just trying to make sure we all know what has happened so far." The hacker stated calmly.

"If you don't like how I do things, Mephisto, there's the door."

The hacker held up his hands and turned back to his computers as Cole turned back to his squad. He wondered how many of them were wondering the same thing as Mephisto, was he playing fast and loose with the law? Yes, probably, but this was one of those times where the ends did indeed justify the means. That did not mean he would hang innocents out to dry, but if people like the men who raped and killed the Draper family met painful ends he would sleep just fine.

"But, back to Teddy's question, it's time we stamped our place on the map. So far the only people who know we exist are either in this room or are ADA Shovelli and a judge she has at this time not told me about. With the heat rising between the D'Angelo's and the D'Amarto families, and all the other organised crime families looking on, we need to show the city we are here and we are not taking prisoners. If someone steps out of line and breaks the law we will be there." He turned to a large monitor covering one wall and pressed the remote control to bring up a map of the safe house Mephisto had located. "We are going to go in and arrest as many as we can, but I do not expect them to come quietly. Right now they are scared for their lives. Not only do they fear the D'Angelo's will be coming for them, but they also form a loose end for the D'Amato's, a loose end Gio would probably wish didn't exist. It would not surprise me if he takes these people out of the picture so there is no fall out on him."

He put the remote down on the table and turned his back to the screen.

"I want you all to be familiar with this location before we roll out. We will hit them at dusk so we have plenty of time. Learn the routes in and out of the farm, choke points, concealment. We will hit them in two teams. Kennedy and McCauley will go in the back, while me, Teddy and Kitty go in the front. We use flashbangs through windows then we storm the place. I would prefer them all alive, but do not put yours or any member of this teams life at risk just to take someone alive."

"Don't we need evidence that these people have actually broken the law, Detective?" McCauley ask.

"Mephisto will have that ready by the time we need it. The cops have already had CSI at the scene of the Draper murders. All DNA samples are now on record. Considering what they did to that family, the ... the physical aspects of what they did, there is no way they didn't leave DNA markers, fingerprints and other proof of them being there. Also all their phones will have been pinged and ID'ed as being on scene when the murders took place. That should be more than enough for Shovelli to prosecute them." He ran a hand through his hair and sighed, relaxing as he realised he had been tensing up a lot. "We need to make an impact people, we need good PR, we need the press to be there at the precinct when we bring these animals in. McCauley knows some reporters he trusts so that is taken care of. But do not answer any questions, no matter what you are asked or how you might feel. I will be the face of this team, it's me who takes the fall out if anything goes wrong, I want you all to be able to go back to your lives when this is over."
 
The Untouchables, at the Office:

The Profiles Page, in case anyone wants to see it


Jennifer Parker was the first of the females to arrive. She'd actually been sitting in the parking garage since 0600 hours. She'd wanted to chat with Devon McCauley before they went up. She was developing a crush on him after working off and on with him since he'd joined the Untouchables.

That didn't happen, though, as McCauley was the last of them to appear. Jennifer hopped out of her car at the sight of Marcus driving up to park nearby. She ascended with him in the elevator, chatting him up instead. He seemed to be in a good mood, and Jennifer couldn't help but wonder if perhaps he'd gotten lucky the night before. If only she'd known.

Kitty was the second female Untouchable to arrive, but it wasn't until three full hours after Jennifer had. Kitty didn't do alarm clocks. She'd left the Academy to care for her ailing father, which had been a 24/7 job. She slept when she could, usually when Papa himself was sleeping, and she sat up with him when she needed. She'd equated it to being the mother of a newborn or toddler, though, she would never had said that out loud to her father.

Occasionally, when she needed a break, her father's insurance had made girls available from a caregiving service. They would relieve her for 48 hours, and for a day and a half, Kitty would party hard. She'd force herself to come home for 8 hours of sleep before returning to her life as a loving, caring daughter.

Of course, that was all over now. Papa had died of a heart attack three weeks ago, something she hadn't told anyone except Jennifer. It was part of the reason her Academy friend had requested her inclusion in the Untouchables; Jennifer had thought it would be good for Kitty, and she'd been right, it turned out.

Of course, the Great and Powerful Wizard Mephisto had probably already uncovered that information from behind his curtain and passed it on to Marcus. No biggie, she thought. It would come out eventually.

Marcus talked about the upcoming operations and about the reasons behind them taking in some of the Draper suspects and Emelia D'Angelo tending to them the way she did. He made it clear that they weren't vigilantes. Jennifer agreed with that, though standing next to her, Kitty murmured softly, "Too bad."

Marcus spoke about Assistant District Attorney Laura Shovelli, and as if on cue, Mephisto gestured toward a security monitor that featured an image of the woman approaching the building's front entrance. She entered the building just as anyone would, but had to use a code in the elevator to access the upper floor of the Hanson Building which was entirely the possession of Marcus's team.

She was met at the door and let in, then introduced to the others. Laura moved about the room, shaking hands and sharing smiles with each of the Untouchables. When that was over, she told them, "It's a pleasure to be working for you all, the Untouchables."

Laura smiled at her use of the word. Marcus had used it playfully in conversation with her once, and she'd loved it. As far as she was concerned, it was their official name. She quickly added, "And when I say working for you, I mean for you! I am here to serve you ... not the other way around. You tell me what you need, and I will do my absolute best to get it for you."

She hesitated, then continued, "That being said ... the Untouchables are not official yet. What I mean is that I have not run your official creation up the chain of command yet." She glanced to Marcus, who already knew this, then looked back to the others before continuing, "We have to be careful about who we tell about you and when. I'm bypassing my boss, the DA. I don't know if I trust him. I'm bypassing the Mayor, even. Same reason.

"For security reasons," Laura went on, "I'm going straight to Governor Harker for permission to create your task force. I know I can trust her. Most people don't know this, but Elizabeth Harker is my Godmother ... practically my mother, actually. We don't advertise that because I don't want to be accused of advancing through the ranks at the DA's office via nepotism, when really I got to where I am today by sleeping around."

Laura's lips spread in a smile at the reactions. She laughed, telling them, "Kidding! I'm kidding!" Then, hesitating a moment more, she smirked and said, "As far as you know. Anyway, I am sure I can get the team authorized, with a significant budget and -- if you ever need it -- support from SWAT and/or the FBI.

"However," she said, raising a finger as if wanting to signify the point she was about to make, "I have to show her a victory first. Which is what this upcoming raid of yours is about ... and, even more importantly, the take down of State Senator Eric Davis."

She looked to Marcus, asking, "They're aware of that operation, yes?"

They were, of course, so Laura's sudden fear that she'd dropped a spoiler without an alert faded. She told the team, "You take down the Draper Family rapist-killers ... you take down Senator Davis..." She smiled wide, pleased. "...and you become this City's next superheroes."
 
"Can we have ...?" Teddy began until Marcus broke in.

"No, you can't have a cape."

After a round of laughter that even Mephisto joined in on and a blushing Teddy gave a boyish grin, Marcus stood next to the ADA.

"With the Governors endorsement the local PD can't touch us." Cole stated. "They can't shut us down, they can't interfere, but that will breed animosity among some of them. The good cops will not like us working outside of what they consider the rules and regulations. The bad cops won't like us for, well, for the reasons that are pretty obvious. We can put them in jail. When the crime families get wind of this we will also be front and center for them to keep an eye on and they will fight back. They might not take us out directly, it would bring the wrath of the Feds down on them, but they might try to put pressure on your family, friends, people you care about." He made eye contact with his team one by one. "So, before this gets down and dirty I'm giving you each a final chance to leave. Nothing will be said, this is a dangerous situation for us, bringing in family too makes it much worse. We signed on for the risk, they did not. But I need to know before we leave for our mission today."

He left them all to think it over and discuss matter as he took Laura's arm and guided her away for a moment.

"Thank you for coming over, I think it will make the team feel better knowing that you really do have their back and it's not just me making up stories to keep up moral. Your Godmother is really Governor Harker? Who would of guessed, but that's a really good Ace to have up your sleeve." He smiled at her. "Ok, let me introduce you properly to Mephisto, and yes that is what he insist we call him, so get used to it, Laura." He led the ADA over to the hacker who respectfully stood as she approached and even shook her hand. Seeing Coles look of confusion at this abnormal behaviour, Mephisto smiled.

"Ma'am, I have some ideas about how you can prosecute anyone we arrest today, but you obviously are the expert on legal matters so can we go through the evidence I have so far amassed and what else you might need to put these pigs away for life?" The hoodied hacker asked the beautiful ADA.
 
At the Office
Laura Shovelli and others:

"No, you can't have a cape," Marcus told Teddy after Laura told the Untouchables that they would soon become thought of as superheroes. After the laughter, Marcus took Laura aside to speak about the particulars, but first he asked, "Your Godmother is really Governor Harker?"

"Yep," Laura said, smiling with pride. "She's a good woman ... and honest politician, probably the only one I know. I don't know if you know her history."

Elizabeth Harker had been a social activist who, among other victories, had gotten a lot of attention suing polluting businesses, many of them associated with Organized Crime. After the then-Lieutenant Governor died of a heart attack while in bed with a paid escort, Lizzy was appointed by the then-Governor to fill the post.

When the Governor was caught up in a campaign financing scandal and resigned, the State suddenly had its first ever leader who'd never been elected to an Executive office, similar to the manner in which Gerald Ford had become President of the United States almost five decades ago.

Not having had to run for the office, Lizzy had never had to suck up to contributors for campaign donations. She hadn't had to cower to Organized Crime either. The Press had given her many nicknames, including Mrs Clean.

"She's in the right place at the right time for us to do this, Detective," Laura told Marcus. "I don't think we could do this without her."

He introduced her to Mephisto, who told her about his ideas for cementing convictions. When he called her the expert on legal matters, Laura laughed. "I know things. I'd hardly call myself an expert." She gestured him back to his chair, sat in another one near him, and said, "Tell me your ideas."

They spent almost two hours going over some of what Mephisto already knew, what he thought he could learn, and what he needed to accomplish the team's goals. When they finished, Laura had six pages of scribbling on one of the legal pads without which she rarely went anywhere.

"I'll get you everything you need, Mephisto," Laura promised. She jabbed a finger at the monitor that, currently, had an image of Senator Davis on it. "You get me what I need on him."
 
The day wore on, getting ever closer to dusk. Mephisto had kept a close eye on the farm to make sure no communications went in or out that could jeopardise the mission. The only call that had gone in had been from a D'Amato Capo telling the four men inside to stay put until the heat had died down and that once that had happened they would be taken care of. Mephisto had smiled at the use of words, 'taken care of' could have so many meanings when talking to criminals of the D'Amato type.

It was just before 5pm, it would take about an hour to get to the farm and Cole had begun to get the Untouchables geared up. They were all in the armoury now, checking weapons, picking out which ones they wished to take with them. All had one body armor, all had attached sidearms to their thighs through the tactical webbing they wore. Flash bangs and grenades were also attached. As night would be falling NVG we're assigned too. Marcus looked around, happy with the professionalism on display. McCauley he knew had done this exact same thing so often he could do it with his eyes closed, but for the three rookies this would be their first time under fire, and yet none of them seemed nervous, not even Teddy. What they felt inside of course he couldn't say, but he liked what he was seeing and nodded to Teddy as he saw the young man noticed him watching. Jumpstreet flashed his boss a quick smile as he slapped a magazine into his assault rifle and sling it over his head and shoulder.

"Ok, people, lets go, and good luck. You know the plan, be ready for anything. It's a tired cliché I know, but try to expect the unexpected. Kennedy, you drive with McCauley, you'll use the old logging road behind the farm so you can get as close as possible. The rest of you go with me. We'll park up on the side of the highway and walk to the farms access road and move in from there. Keep your comms open at all times, but try to limit chat as much as possible just in case they have any way of detecting it."

With that said they all left the Batcave getting a last wave from Mephisto, and headed to their vehicles. McCauley's Ford pickup truck and Cole's Mustang.
 
Jennifer and Devon on the D'Amato rapist-murderer raid:

Jennifer hadn't said much during the day as the team made their preparations for the raid. She was already more experienced than any other Rookie with her minimal time on the force. She'd even used her weapon on the job, shooting a man after he'd assaulted a bodega owner and was trying unsuccessfully to clean out the store's register.

And yet this was a whole different sort of animal. They were walking onto a potentially heavily secured property with potentially heavily armed guards to take into custody known killers who, of course, were potentially heavily armed as well. She had no doubt at all that there would be an exchange of gunfire, and knowing the nature of the men they were going after, most of the bullets fired would be coming her direction, not the direction she wanted them to go.

Because of this, Jennifer had either donned or packed for donning later the most complete set of body armor they had. It wasn't your typical chest and back protection set you saw television cops wearing. This stuff protected the front, back, sides, groin, and thighs.

Jennifer could have gone a step farther with what SWAT wore when they went into dangerous situations, but all that extra gear hampered maneuverability, and she feared that not being able to move quickly was more of a danger than getting shot at in the first place.

Armor was only the first step. The second was arms. Jennifer had her Beretta 92FS 9mm on her thigh, of course; Jennifer never went anywhere without it. That was only the start, though. Slung over her back was a Heckler & Koch MP5 chambered for 10mm rounds. She would add a flash and sound suppressor to it once they got to their destination and had a little more breathing room.

Jennifer had competed with the rifle at the Academy in single shot, 3x burst, and fully automatic rifle range competitions, as well as on the Urban Landscape range. She'd kicked ass, beating out her fell Cadets in all but one category. She'd also set new Academy records in 3 of 4 areas. Ironically, the 4th was still held by some old, gray haired cop named Marcus Cole.

Once they reached their destination and geared up, Jennifer would also be carrying extra clips for both weapons, flash and smoke grenades, a Taser, a collapsible baton, and her crash-light, what her former-cop father called his 4 D-cell Mag Lite because he'd crashed it down on more than his share of thugs during his time on the force.

Jennifer was tickled that she'd been paired up with Devon. He was the most experienced member of the Untouchables, even more so than was Marcus. But it wasn't just that, of course. Jennifer was infatuated with Devon. There was so much to like about him.

Kitty had noticed the way she looked at him sometimes and asked Jennifer if she had daddy issues. She'd laughed it off, but honestly, deep down, Jennifer wondered it, too. She'd loved her father dearly, and sometimes Devon did in fact remind her of him. They said that every little girl wanted to find a man who reminded her of daddy. What was so wrong with that?

They took the long drive to the bottom of the hill just down from the ranch's backside. Once fitted with all their gear, Jennifer looked up the hill. The lighter blue-black of the sky silhouetted the top ridge of the shadowed hill. She smiled to Devon, asking, "You up for this climb, old man?"

As the house came into view, located across a piece of open ground that offered no cover, the humor of the minutes before faded. Devon had been slightly in the lead, but Jennifer now caught up and knelt beside him, almost intimately close. As he studied their destination, she nudged him, drawing his eyes.

"I'm not afraid," she whispered, sounding more confident that she actually was. Then, after hesitating a moment, she added, "But ... if you have any last bits of advice ... I wouldn't mind."
 
McCauley chuckled at hearing that from Jennifer. Out of all of the three rookies, as he couldn't help thinking of them as, she had impressed him the most. Like him she seemed to know her guns inside and out, always a good trait in a police officer. Yes, the Academy told them that if they pulled and fired their weapon they had lost control of the situation, and yes some old timers bragged about having never fired their weapon in anger. But Devon knew the truth after all his years first pounding the beat and riding patrol, then from his time in the OCB. If you couldn't shoot worth a damn, if you didn't take care of your weapon and make it a part of you, then either you or your partner or some innocent civilian would probably end up on a cold slab at the morgue.

Add to that her old man had been a cop, in fact McCauley remembered the man from his time on the Force. They hadn't known each other well, just to say hi to when passing in the squad room, but Devon knew the man had been a good, stand up cop which fate had decided to screw over. He hadn't told Jen that he knew her dad, he wasn't sure if that would put added pressure on her to be super cop or not and she didn't need that worry right now. But McCauley was a great believer in passing down knowledge and skills. He was sure that her father, even when she was a little girl, had been showing her the skills she would need, even if perhaps neither of them knew it was happening at the time. He watched her quietly as darkness began to fall around them, his eyes appraising. Marcus had wanted to wait till it was almost dark to make the main attack.

"Advice? You sure you want to hear what this old man has to say, Gunner?" He asked with a small smile. Gunner had been a nickname his old partner had picked up. The man had always, always had a backup to the backup to the backup weapon. He had been a walking arsenal. As Devon had watched Jennifer gear up she had reminded him of his old friend. "One piece of advice? Ditch most of this gear, we can pick it up after. It'll only weigh you down. This is a raid, not a siege. If you go through more than two mag's of ammo then we're doing something wrong. Keep your sidearm, keep one each of the grenades. Loose the sound suppressor and muzzle flash, you won't need them and they extend the barrel of your gun making it unwieldy and unbalanced. The HK is a great choice for up close and personal gun play because its a shorter weapon, easy to control, not easy for some bad guy to grab and use against you. Do you have a knife? Always carry a knife, if your gun jams or you run out of ammo always have something you can kill the mother-fucker with."

He stopped talking, his smile widening. "Sorry kid, guess that's more than one piece of advice, huh? Just don't want to see you screw up on your first real fire fight. But I'm not worried about you really, I read your file, you're good, very good .... your dad would be proud." He shuffled a little, getting comfortable as he looked out across the no mans land between where they crouched behind some rocks the main farm building. "The only one I'm worried about is Yarrow. That kid needs some meat on his bones, and how old is he anyway? Fifteen?"

He shook his head as if in exasperation, but he was really only kidding. He had asked Cole for all their records and it had reassured Devon that Marcus had picked three very good young cops. He just didn't want them to try any heroics on their first big raid. He had seen it before, young inexperienced officers trying to look good for the veterans watching them and doing crap that no right minded person would do. Putting themselves in danger just to look brave. He didn't want that to happen to Jennifer ... well, to any of the three of course. Her body heat next to him made him a little uncomfortable. It had been a long time, since his wife had been killed, since he had been this close physically to a woman, and now he was she was the right age to be his daughter. The universe had a wicked sense of humour he decided, but he couldn't ignore how beautiful Jennifer was. He smiled to himself, easy old man, she will think you're perving on her.

"You stick close to me, ok, you do as I do and you'll be just fine." He told her.

"On the count of three." Came Cole's crackling voice over their ear pieces. "One ..... two ..... three ..... GO!"
 
Jennifer with Devon, on the raid:

"Advice?" Devon asked when Jennifer asked for just that. "You sure you want to hear what this old man has to say, Gunner?"

Jennifer had to suppress a laugh at the man's comment. She'd teased him about being able to make it from their car to the house, and yet she honestly thought that she'd been breathing harder than he once they'd made it up the hill. But it was his last spoken word, too, that made her smile. She initially took it as a playful description of herself because of the time she spent in the armory with Teddy inspecting and cleaning their new arsenal.

And yet there was something also familiar about it. She wouldn't realize it until later, after the raid, but her father had used that word as a nickname for a guy who'd been on the force the same time as he'd been. She couldn't know it now, but she'd finally gotten her fighter pilot call sign, and it had come from the man for whom she would also come to know, appreciate, and even have inappropriate thoughts of after the raid.

"One piece of advice?" Devon continued. "Ditch most of this gear..."

He went on to explain about the weight and restrictiveness of the extraordinary body armor and other gear she was wearing and/or carrying. Jennifer surprised herself by immediately beginning to strip it off. She was careful about it, as much of it was held in place by a professional grade Velcro, which of course made noise as the two sides of the hook and loop material were separated.

In the end, she retained only the torso protecting portion of the body armor. It wasn't nearly as protective as the full set, obviously, but Jennifer reminded herself that it was the new revolutionary stuff that Kitty had gotten from a guy who knew a guy at RTS Tactical. She also shed many of the toys, keeping as Devon had suggested only her weapon's magazines, a single flash grenade, and her knife, which she was indeed wearing in a sheath in the small of her back.

Devon might have caught the somewhat disappointed look on her face as she stripped. It wasn't disappointment with him or with losing all the cool stuff. It was with being such a fucking rookie still. Jennifer was a walking, talking contradiction: she'd already gained more experience in the diversity of calls and encounters than most Rookies with her limited time on the force -- including already having used her firearm -- and yet she had to remind herself, You're still a fucking Boot! You don't know it all now, you won't know it all at the end of this day, and you still won't know it all after you've been here TWICE as long as Devon has.

Then the man shocked the crap out of her with, "...your dad would be proud."

Jennifer looked back to Devon again with surprise. What had he meant by that? Any father in general, particularly one who'd been a cop, would be proud of his cop daughter? Or had Devon actually known her old man. Jennifer wanted answers, but he was already on to his next thought, whispering, "The only one I'm worried about is Yarrow. That kid needs some meat on his bones, and how old is he anyway? Fifteen?"

Jennifer had to stifle a giggle. She whispered back, "No, I think he turned 16 last week." She took a moment to consider Teddy, too, as well as Kitty, then reassured Devon, "He'll be fine. Seriously. He may look like a teenager still ... but he's sharp! He notices things the rest of us don't. You should have seen him in the Situational Awareness classes in the Academy. My god, he picked up on clues left for us in the Test Rooms before most of us had even fully inspected the rooms. He's gonna be a Detective before any of us, I guarantee it. Kitty and even Marcus are in good hands. If there're any dangers on their side of the house, Jumpstreet'll see'em first."

"You stick close to me, ok?" Devon suggested. "You do as I do, and you'll be just fine."

"Copy, Dad," Jennifer joked, again giving Devon a playful little nudge. She had a thought for a moment: Ooh, nicknamed him! Or maybe "Grampa". Or maybe just "The Old Man" She would have contemplated the concept a bit longer, except that it was then that Marcus's voice filled the ear in which Jennifer was wearing a radio earbud.

"On the count of three," the boss whispered. "One ..... two ..... three ..... GO!"
 
Marcus had pulled over to the side of the high way a good distance from the main entry to the farm. He didn't want to risk anyone hearing the car approaching the main building. They all got out, made sure they had everything ready to go, then began to hike up the road toward the lonely farmhouse. Cole took point followed by Kitty, Teddy bringing up the rear, all of them moving as silently as possible. Luckily from the direction they were coming in from there were trees and bushes to hide their approach and finally as darkness fell, they crouched in the treeline looking at the building. To their right was the driveway up to the farm, then the building itself. There were two cars parked out front, but Marcus couldn't see anyone on guard outside. A light came on in what he assumed was the living room of the house, and someone walked in front of it, pulling the curtains. He turned to his two colleagues.

"Ok, we go through the front door after throwing flashbangs through both of the front windows. That one," He indicated the lit window, "Seems to be the living room, the other I guess will be a bedroom. Devon and Jennifer will hit the back, so we focus on the front of the house. It seems to be one level, but probably has a basement. This is how we go in ... I'll breach and hold the hallway to the left, Kitty, you and Teddy enter on my tail and immediately turn right into the living room. Check your corners. We will be announcing ourselves as police officers and shouting for them to get on the ground, you know the procedure. But if you see anything, and I mean anything that makes you think they are going for a gun you drop them. These guys used up all their nine lives when they butchered and raped the Drapers, you understand me?"

Both Kitty and Teddy nodded, cradling their weapons as they watched their surroundings.

"Ok, stay here, I'm going up to those cars to get a closer look, only move when I wave you in." Marcus said and began to move forward only to feel Teddy's hand suddenly grab his right shoulder and pull him back.

The young man held a finger to his lips in a sshhhh'ing gesture, then pointed into the dark shadows on the right of the building. For a moment Marcus couldn't see anything, but then a patch of shadow, darker than the rest moved. Damn it, they did have a guard and he had missed it. Cursing to himself, Cole flashed Teddy a nod and a smile of thanks, the young man's sharp eyes had just saved his life.

Now he knew where the sentry was Cole kept an eye on him and when he turned away he quickly crab walked forward to take position behind one of the cars. He glanced around the side of it, found his target and waited again. The guard was pacing up and down, smoking a cigarette, the orange tip had been to small for them to see at the treeline, but now this close it marked the mans position perfectly, and which way he was facing. As the sentry turned his back on Cole again Marcus move stealthily up behind him, one muscular arm slipped around the mans throat, pulling him back hard against Cole's chest as with his other hand he put pressure on the back of the mans head choking him out. The gun the man had been carrying dropped from his limp hand, but it hit dirt and made no real sound. Slowly laying the now unconscious man on the ground, Cole quickly slipped plastic restraining straps over his wrists, binding them together, then gathering up his rifle he moved along the front of the building, ducking down as he past the lit window of the living room. He got to the main front door and waved Kitty and Teddy forward

He tapped his comm button.

"On the count of three," he whispered into his mic. "One ..... two ..... three ..... GO!"
 
The flashbangs went off at the front of the house just as Devon was crashing through the door at the rear of it, with Jennifer following close behind. There was already the sound of frantic activity in nearly every direction as she went left into a small alcove and tossed her single concussion grenade into the nearest room and her partner did the same on the right with his.

She covered her ears and pulled her head back hard into the corner of the meeting walls. The grenades went off almost simultaneously, BOOM BOOM! Around the corner she went, hollering in her loudest voice, "Police! Police! Weapons down!"

Jennifer barely got around the corner before she was met by one of the thugs. He was just standing there looking at her, and if she'd taken the time to study him, she would have realized that he'd been stunned by the grenade that had gone off almost at his feet. But this wasn't a time for study and instead she twisted to her left, lifted MP5 up beside her head barrel away from the man, took a big step forward, and slammed the weapon's butt into the middle of his face. He went down never having even known Jennifer was there. Later, the doctors would find she'd broken seven different facial bones surrounding his nose and upper lip.

There was gunfire, then automatic gunfire, somewhere else in the house. The room that had been the subject of Jennifer's breach turned out to be the kitchen, adjacent to the dining room, a hall to other rooms, and the laundry room. There didn't seem to be anyone in any of them from what she could tell, but she was careful to take cover behind a centrally located Butcher's Block as she moved about.

She had the MP5 properly placed to use its more dangerous end and was just rising to move toward the nearest doorway when a figure moved into it. She paused just long enough to ensure it was a bad guy, whether armed or not she couldn't care this time. She pulled the trigger of the weapon that was set on 3-round burst. Pop! Pop! Pop! He went down where he stood.

Then all hell broke loose. Another figure appeared in the doorway to her left, and even as she was identifying him as a presumed-D'Amato and firing at him, a third behind her was already letting loose with his own weapon set on automatic. Before the man she'd just killed had even hit the floor, Jennifer was diving past the maple Butcher's Block that had taken the brunt of the machine gun's discharge, pointing her rifle upwards, and pulling the trigger again, this time letting fly three shots, then three shots more for safety's sake. Again, a bad guy went to the floor dead.

All of this, from first shot fired to last, had taken less than five seconds. Jennifer laid there on the floor looking between the last man, the second, and then the first for about another five seconds. She wasn't in shock; she was in total control of her faculties. Still, she couldn't believe that that had all happened and happened so quickly.

She suddenly realized that someone, possibly Devon, possible Marcus or Teddy, was calling out for her, using her surname. She hollered back, "Check! I'm good! Kitchen clear! Kitchen clear! Three targets down!"

As she was saying it, Jennifer was watching all three door ways as she was standing. There was movement again and she spun the MP5 toward it, finger off the trigger in concern that it could be one of her team. She did indeed see someone, but there was something wrong with the image. That was when she suddenly realized that she was looking toward a full-length mirror at the far end of the hallway; the door down there had been opened partially, and the unevenly mounted door had swept open.

By the time she realized the danger and spun in place, the fourth thug pulled the trigger of a 12-gauge shotgun loaded with big game slug. The projectile hit Jennifer square in the middle of her chest. Unlike cop shows on television or in the theaters, she didn't go flying twenty feet across the room or through a wall or down to the street ten floors below. She did however get hit hard enough to tip back into a dining room chair, tripping over it to fall and both slam into and break the kitchen table leg, bringing it and all of its contents from the D'Amatos' latest meal down upon her and the floor about her.

Jennifer's next conscious thought would be two days later when she awoke to find Devon McCauley sitting near her hospital bed.

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On the other side of the house, Kitty was having a very dissimilar encounter with the D'Amato's. Almost as soon as she and Teddy curled into what appeared to be a home office, they began taking automatic gunfire. She dove behind a couch that sat a couple of feet out from a wall of books and knickknacks as debris being shredded by what they would later was an AK-47 rained down upon her. She looked for Teddy, but he'd apparently gone the other direction and she couldn't see him.

Knowing she couldn't just raise to return fire less she become Swiss cheese herself, Kitty crawled on her belly to the end of the couch, curled up for a springing action, then waited. The moment she heard the machine gun click empty, she pushed out, found the thug trying to kill her, pointed her own MP5, and -- with it on full auto -- nearly emptied it into him, ceasing fire only when he'd fallen out of her range of sight.

Looking around to ensure she was safe, her first thought was her partner. Kitty hollered out with an almost panicked tone, "Jumpstreet! Talk to me!"
 
It had been FUBAR'ed almost straight away. There turned out to be many more bad guys than the four Mephisto had warned them about, not that it would have changed how they breached the property, that only had limited choices. Still, it would have been nice to know how many people would be aiming guns at them, McCauley considered as he went in the opposite direction to Jennifer. If he had known the true count of enemy he would have gone with her, backing her up, checking the corners she couldn't. As it turned out after throwing his flashbang into the room he was facing he swung into a utility room with washing machines, tumble driers, a large sink, cupboards and shelves ... and one bad guy holding his head in both hands, eyes down, pistol still holstered. The last thing he took notice of was the butt end of McCauley's rifle as it crashed into his face and put him down.

In front the three person squad of Marcus, Teddy and Kitty threw there flash bangs and Cole kicked the front door in, entering first. Right before him was a woman, turning to bring up her machine pistol. As Marcus had his rifle to his shoulder already he put her down with a single round to the head before turning left. He could hear Kitty and Teddy go in the opposite direction, heard gunfire break out, but he couldn't worry about them now, he had to stay focused on what was before him. As it turned out it was a bedroom, with two double beds and two men both looking groggy after the effects of the flashbangs. One though still had presence of mind to roll from the bed to the floor to take covered and get out of line of sight of Cole. His partner looked up into the gaping wide black hole of Marcus's gun barrel and raised his hands.

Having another enemy in the room, Cole couldn't take time to correctly arrest the guy, so instead he gave him a short, hard punch to the face which laid him out, then turned to the gap between the beds. The other guy was laying down there waiting, Cole knew. The second he moved to get a shot he would get drilled, so, time to change the lay of the land. Holding his rifle in one hand, clutched tight and aimed downward, he quickly but quietly bent over, grabbed the end of the mattress on his side and flipped it up. As it flew off the bed the D'Amato man who had been aiming up where Marcus should of appeared turned his head in surprise and the last thing he saw was Cole pull the trigger of his weapon.

Back toward the rear of the house, having cleared his room, and hearing gunfire from Jennifer's direction still, followed by the blast of a shotgun and the thud of something hitting the floor, Devon lost control. Later he would think over what had happened and why it had happened, and it shocked him to the core. Hearing that thunk of a body landing and knowing none of his team were using shotguns, the only logical conclusion was that one of the bad guys had shot Kennedy and he was hearing her falling. A flash of his wifes dead body laying on the street where she had been gunned down slammed into his head, the blood, the way her body had seemed laid out like a puppet with its strings cut. The sheer uselessness he had felt, the grief, it had torn him apart. Now the anger he had felt then at the men responsible for her death boiled up again as if as fresh as the day he had been called to his wifes shooting.

"No! ..... No!" He shouted, running back into the room and seeing Jennifer on the floor under the table, under the food, eyes closed, arms spread out to either side. The man who had shot her was in the motions of chambering another shell into his shotgun when McCauley arrived. The look on Devon's face must have shocked the hell out of him though as he looked up and froze as if seeing the Devil himself appear before him. "No!!! Not again!!!"

The man broke from his trance and went to raise his shotgun at Devon, but McCauley was already close enough to bat the gun aside, the trigger being pulled and blasting a hole in the wall of the building. Devon slammed the butt of his rifle into the mans stomach, making him double over, then rammed his knee into the mans face sending him falling backwards to the floor. One hand going to his bleeding nose, the man still had the presence of mind to reach for his pistol and that was all the reason McCauley needed. With a trained flick of his thumb he set his rifle to full auto and pulled the trigger, and kept it pulled. Cole found him moments later standing over the man, the gun in Devon's hand clicking on an empty chamber, the trigger still pulled hard, McCauley staring down at the body which he had turned into Swizz cheese.

"He's dead, Devon, ease down now ..... ease it down." Marcus said softly putting his hand on the gun and pushing it down as the clicking stopped and Devon began to take panting breaths.

He dropped his gun to the floor, ignoring Marcus, and turned to Jennifer. He knelt and pushed the table off her and the food, two fingers going to her neck and he sighed and felt his body relax as he felt a stable pulse. He cupped her head softly, but her eyes stayed shut. He finally looked up at Cole.

"We need EMT's, your the cop here, you gotta call them."

Marcus nodded and pulled his phone from his pocket and dialled emergency services giving his badge number, and explaining what had happened, that they had an officer down and asking for a coroner and a CSI team to head to the location. Who knew what they might find here to help their case.

Back in the front of the house, as Kitty called out for Teddy, he had found himself covered by a falling shelving unit that he had barged into as he dove for cover. The entire thing had fallen on him and he hadn't fired a shot during the entire raid. Feeling a little sheepish he raised a hand and waved it as he pulled himself from under the wreckage.

"I'm here, I'm good." He said pulling himself to his feet and smiling at Kitty.
 
In the kitchen, Jennifer was dead to the world but not dead, which were both good news: she was no pain first, and second wouldn't be tallied as a loss for the Untouchables even before they'd been deemed official.

The slug had hit her right over her sternum, the force and the temporary shock to her heart knocking her out before she ever hit the floor. When she reached the hospital a little over an hour later, they would find that the blast had fractured her sternum and four of her sternocostal joints. Jennifer would recover in the end with some good therapy, but she'd be off the streets for two months, likely shuffling papers Mephisto printed or sneaking out to meet Laura Shovelli to petition for warrants.

The story was still unfolding in the other rooms, though. Teddy had called back to Kitty that he was here and good. No sooner had he done that, though, then a man ran past an open doorway and, a moment after that, they heard feet hurrying down a staircase.

"Basement," Kitty said to Teddy, telling him nothing he hadn't already figured out, she was sure. Then she remembered something that he'd said out in the woods, that this style of farmhouse often had an outside door for coal deliveries, storm shelters, and/or basic utilitarian access. She pointed toward where the man had disappeared and ordered, "Take the door but do not go down there without backup. Wait for Marcus!"

Kitty didn't really leave Teddy much of a choice in the matter, rising quickly and heading out of the room. She dropped the MP5 on the way, unsure of how many rounds would be in it now and drew another one of the armory's Beretta 92FSs. peeked around each corner, found no one, and essentially retraced their steps. She reached the still open door, peeked outside, didn't see danger there, and started to head out -- when suddenly she saw Marcus and Devon dealing with Jennifer.

Her heart skipped a beat at the thought that her friend was dead. She nearly turned that direction, to help, but caught motion beyond the still opened front door, out on the house's porch. She half stepped through door to find a D'Amato thug leveling his AK-47 toward a window that, because of the flashbangs, was more destroyed than not. Kitty immediately understood that he had a line of sight on the men in the kitchen.

"FUCK no!" she hollered at the man in an attempt to distract him. It worked, delaying his actions, and as he turned his head her way, Kitty put a bullet through it. She lowered her aim and put two more in his chest, just to be sure. The man dropped, and she immediately looked to the two veterans, gave them a thumbs up, then told them, "I'm going for the storm cellar door. Teddy's at the basement stairs, waiting for backup."

It sounded sort of like an order, from the new kid to the old men, but Kitty knew they would understand. She looked left and right for more bad guys, so no one, and hurried down the porch, sticking close to the outside wall of the house. She checked again at the corner for unwelcomed gunmen, again saw none, and -- seeing the storm cellar door -- hurried to a concrete and brick barbeque station for cover.

A moment later the door opened halfway, and a head poked up. Kitty didn't hesitate to put a round through the door. It dropped back in place, after which Kitty hollered, "Police!" She hesitated, then continued, "Open the door any more than a crack, and I'll put you down you fucking animals!"

She hesitated for a response, didn't get one, then ordered, "Crack the door two inches ... toss your weapons out."

Again, there was no response. Kitty reached up to activate the microphone feature of her earpiece, only to find it gone, likely still back on the floor in the den. All she could do now was wait for the men of the operation to bring this to an end.
 
Both Cole and McCauley had been focused on Jen. They had assumed the house was clear, a fatal mistake that only saved their lives thanks to Kitty's quick thinking. As Cole heard her shout he waved acknowledgment as a second later the whip crack sound of a pistol shot put down their potential executioner.

"Stay with Kennedy." Marcus told Devon as he ejected his clip, checked the remaining round and slapped it back in place.

He moved through the house finding Teddy standing at the top of the staircase to the cellar. He reached to his vest for another flashbang but realised he had used them, and so had Teddy. Time to improvise because there was no way he was letting either of them walk down those stairs without some form of cover. He quickly walked into the living room Kitty and Teddy had just been fighting in and found what he was looking for. He picked up a bottle of Navy Rum and popped the top off, grabbing the shirt of the fallen ass-hole Kitty had plugged he tore off a long strip and used some of the rum to wet it before sticking the majority down the neck of the bottle and into the spirit itself. Walking back to the open doorway Teddy was covering he pulled a lighter from his pocket.

"Didn't think you smoked." Teddy stated.

"I don't, but I always carry a lighter in case a lady asks for a light, or in case I need to light a Molotov cocktail." He grinned, lit the fuse and then threw the bottle as far into the cellar as he could without giving the enemy a target.

It broke with a crash of shattered glass followed by a whoomph as the rum ignited. The flickering orange and yellow light from the flames immediately coated the wall and illuminated the bottom of the staircase. Almost immediately shouting began as what sounded like two men began to argue about what to do. The flames licked around old furniture and the fire grew as smoke began to billow through the room.

"I'd say you have maybe two or three minutes to make your minds up, guys." Marcus shouted down to them. "After that you might be knocked out by smoke inhalation or the heat of the fire or both. Your choice. Give yourselves up to my officer outside, or die screaming like the pigs you are."

Having no options the two men opened the hatch and threw their weapons outside before climbing up and out, hands above their heads, coughing up a lung after inhaling so much smoke. With Kitty taking charge of them Cole grabbed a fire extinguisher had seen in the kitchen and quickly put the fire out. He didn't want important evidence damaged by it if the D'Amato's had hidden something in the cellar.

The sounds of sirens in the distance were already growing closer as two patrol cruisers and an ambulance roared up. Marcus directed the EMT's to the kitchen where Devon waited with Jennifer. He showed his badge to the police officers and explained what had happened. They radioed back to base asking for a wagon to carry off the living prisoners and another ambulance to take care of the injured D'Amato soldiers. As Jennifer was wheeled past him on a gurney, McCauley right next to it, the two men exchanged looks.

"I'm going with her to the hospital, Cole. She's my partner."

Marcus nodded, nothing more need be said.
 
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(OOC: Until now, we had only been calling the location of our story the City, but it is now necessary to give the City a name. How's Capital City sound? ;))


Laura descended from her office on the 4th floor to the grand staircase that connected the 2nd floor landing to the 1st floor foyer. Even before she arrived at the podium set up for the press conference, many of the more than 200 reporters and photographers gathered were already calling out questions to her.

She gently shook her head as she concluded her trek. She hated the Press. They were all just a bunch of gore hounds, operating on the premise that if it bleeds, it leads. Today that was most definitely going to be the case. She held her hands out in a gesture to silence the crowd. It took another full minute to gain total quiet and that was only after the more impatient Press members were telling the others to shut up because they had deadlines to meet for the early printings or web site updates.

"Thank you for being here today," she began, glancing at the notes she'd laid out before her. "For those of you who don't know me, I am Assistant District Attorney Laura Shovelli. For those of you who don't know how to spell that ... well, figure it out."

She took a moment to introduce some of the people standing behind her to each side, including the Chief of Police, CCPD's Chief Media Officer, and others who were normally expected to get a pat on the back after such police events, even when they'd played no hand it them.

Laura gestured to one last person, saying, "And gracing us with her presence today is our honorable Governor, Elizabeth Harker. Thank you for being here, Lizzy. Your presence on an occasion celebrating the great heroes of CCPD is heartwarming. Thank you."

Elizabeth Harker nodded her acknowledgement to Laura, but otherwise she remained where she was. She wanted her Goddaughter to retain all the credit for what was about to be explained to the Press and their vast audience. Laura returned the nod, then turned back to the notes before her.

"I'm sure I don't need to remind any of you of the recent and horrific crimes that most in the Press refer to as the Draper Family Murders," Laura began. She named each of the dead from that day, adding with a voice that broke at one point, "In addition to their murders, the female victims were savagely raped. Two women ... and two little girls ... savagely raped. Any form of sexual assault is unacceptable, but this ... this was simply inexcusable."

Laura could have spoken about the part Emelia D'Angelo had played in punishing some of the men involved. But then she would have had to denounce the woman who was behind the creation of the Law Enforcement team she was about pat on the back. She didn't want to do that outright, before she gave them that said pat on the back.

However, she knew that she would be asked about it before the morning was out, particularly when she continued as she did. "Some of these most-horrendous criminals had been previously taken into custody as you know."

Laura took a moment to name those men who'd been arrested at the hospital after their surgery at the hand of Emelia D'Angelo's men. As she named them, their images appeared on a large television screen off to one side of the podium. She added, "In addition to the arrest of these men, two additional suspects lost their lives in ... police actions."

"Didn't they die from blood loss after having their penises cut off, Miss Shovelli?" a reporter called out. There was laughter from some and a rash of related questions from many others. Someone hollered out, "Are members of the D'Angelo Crime Family responsible for these mutilations?" Another called out, "Are the D'Angelo's being punished for this? Have arrests been made?"

Laura waved the crowd silent again, then continued, "We are not here to talk about those events today--"

She was interrupted again by a flurry of questions, to which Laura said loudly with her mouth close to the microphone, "If ya'll don't want to hear what I have to say, we'll just bring this to a close now."

The mass of reporters got the message and went quiet. Laura again looked to her notes, then continued, "Last night, under the cover of darkness and at great danger to their own lives, a Task Force created by myself, and authorized by the Governor--" Laura glanced to her Godmother, who again only nodded her acknowledgment, "--raided a rural property on which the remainder of the Draper Murder suspects had taken refuge. These suspects--"

"Don't you mean ALLEGED suspects?" someone called out.

Laura glared at the man but otherwise ignored him, continuing, "These suspects opened fire after the Task Force members identified themselves as Capital City Police. The Task Force members returned fire where necessary and appropriate. When the raid was over, 8 suspects were either dead or critically injured ... and 4 more were taken into custody with non-life threatening injuries or no injuries at all."

"What about the female suspect?" a reporter hollered out. "Was she a rape suspect, too, and if so, can you explain that?"

There was another flurry of questions, then silence. Laura continued, "There was indeed one female suspect killed in the raid last night, yes. No, she was not a suspect in the Draper Family crimes, but -- through other investigative means--" She was talking about Mephisto's hacking skills, of course. "--we were able to determine that she had forehand knowledge of the crime and partook in hiding the other suspects from Law Enforcement."

Another interruption ended, and Laura continued by identifying the men and woman, as images of them flashed on the screen. More questions were hurled, many of them as to the involvement of the D'Amato Family in either the Draper Family Murders or last night's raid. Laura had been expecting this, of course, and she was ready, willing, and able to answer anything thrown at her.

"Our investigation is still ongoing into the case," she said diplomatically. But then she added bluntly, "But there is no doubt whatsoever that the suspects in the Draper Family murders, as well as those suspects killed or captured yesterday ... are known and long-established members of the D'Amato Crime Family."

The room exploded with inquiries again. Laura didn't immediately silence them as she had before. She was trying to get a read for any of the reporters with doubts about what she was saying. It was well known in the City that some members of the Press were just as corrupted by the Crime Families as were some of the Police, Politicians, and Business Leaders.

"You will find correct spellings of the suspects' names, as well as other biographical information in the Press packets at the door on your way out," she said. No sooner had she said it then almost half of the reporters turned and rushed for the door, making sure that they got a packet. A reporter hollered a question about the names of the Task Force Members, to which she said simply, "The Task Force includes veteran members from across CCPD, as well as members of other Law Enforcement Organizations."

That wasn't true, of course. Two of five of the Untouchables had only months on the job; one wasn't even a cop anymore; one had never been a cop; and one, Mephisto ... well, even his own team didn't know what the fuck his story was. The only Untouchable for whom Laura's statement had been true was Marcus Cole. But the pair of them had decided that, for now, the team members' identities had to be protected at all costs.

Laura finished up, turned, and hurried away, even as reporters were still hollering out their questions.
 
The Untouchables watched the press conference from the comfort of the Hanson Building, sitting on the couches or armchairs. They were all exhausted from last nights raid, some physically, some mentally, some both. They watched silently as Laura did her dog and pony show in front of the cameras. Teddy snorted.

"You should be standing up there, Boss, not those ass holes." He stated obviously pissed off.

Marcus smiled. "I appreciate the support, Teddy, and no doubt Laura will drag me out in front of the press when she thinks its time. We can always have the arrests we made backdated you know. As for the ass holes ..." He paused looking at the row of uniforms standing supportively behind the ADA, some smiling, some looking smug when they hadn't even known the raid was taking place but happy if the press thought they had. "Yeah, can't argue with you there."

He stood up from the couch as the conference wound down and headed to the kitchen to get another coffee.

"Mind you some of them will have to answer to Gio D'Amato later, if they haven't already, for why they hadn't given him a heads up the raid was happening. I would not want to be in their shoes for that, he is not the most forgiving of people." He chuckled to himself.

Teddy checked his watch. "Should we head over to the hospital do you think?"

"No, we're better off not going en masse. Jennifer is fine, she will recover, and McCauley is with her. If anything changes he'll let us know. Right now all turning up and hanging around her room just brings attention to her and us. No .... let her rest, she's in good hands."

Whether those good hands were meant to be the hospital staff of doctors and nurses or Devon McCauley, Cole didn't specify, but right now Devon sat next to the bed Jennifer lay in, watching her sleep. He held her hand gently as a nurse entered and picked up the clipboard from the end of the bed, checking the figures on the monitors, writing them down then looking at Devon.

"You know you've been here all night, Sir, she is not in any danger. Leave your contact details at the nurses station and go home, get some sleep." She said softly.

McCauley looked up at her and smiled "I'm fine, really, but thank you for your concern. I'll just sit here a little longer if that's ok?"

Normally there were visiting hours, and they were way outside of them now, the nurse could of asked him to leave, but she didn't. She had been there when the girl had been wheeled in, she knew Jennifer was a cop injured in the line of duty and in those circumstances it wasn't uncommon for the cops partner, family or friends from the Force to gather here keeping a vigil for the injured person. She simply smiled back and quietly left.

Devon turned his attention back to Jennifer's face, reaching out to softly brush some of her long hair from her eyes. He had spent the hours sitting here trying to come to terms with what had happened at the farm house. Why he had acted the way he had. He knew Marcus would want answers, but honestly so did he. He had known Jennifer a matter of a few days, and yet somehow, somewhere, a connection had been formed between them. When he thought she had died he had lost it, lost his cool, his professionalism and doing that in the middle of a gun fight could get everyone killed. The flashes of seeing his dead wife disturbed him. It had happened so long ago, he had thought he had come to terms with it, but then it had all come crashing back again and felt as raw as it had the day he had been told she was dead with their child. But Jennifer was not his wife, hell she was young enough to be his daughter, and maybe that was it? Maybe he was thinking of her as a daughter? He had lost one so now he had shifted that emotional connection to Jen?

He reached for the water on the table next to the bed and sipped at it. No, that wasn't it either. He sighed and rubbed his tired eyes. It had been so long since he had been with a woman, allowed himself to feel close to one, and somehow Jennifer had managed to rekindle that fire inside him. When he looked at her he felt arousal, warmth, he smiled without even knowing why. Good God, he was an old man compared to her, he shouldn't be thinking these things ... what would she say if she knew?! It would be so embarrassing for them both.
 
Kitty at the Office:

"You should be standing up there, Boss," Teddy said, "not those assholes."

Kitty listened silently to the exchange between the two men. She agreed that they deserved attention, but she also understood the need for secrecy. And to be honest, she was perfectly fine with not being all of television and the internet. She didn't take this job for the medals and other accolades. She'd taken it because her friend had asked, and now that friend was lying in a hospital bed with her chest cracked into pieces by a shotgun slug.

Teddy asked if they should go to the hospital, and Marcus warned against attracting attention.

"Well, I don't know about you two," Kitty said, rising to grab her coat and head for the door, "but I'm going home to sleep in my own bed."

It was only noon, but they'd been on duty since 3pm the day before. She reached the door, looked back, and found Marcus not looking her way. She waited until Teddy glanced her direction, then lifted the front of her shirt to flash a bare breast at him. "I guess I'll see you when I see you."

Her expression and body language said enough. She headed out and down to the parking garage. She slipped into the back seat of her sedan and waited. Teddy would either show up and get his balls emptied ... or she'd slip back into the front again and go home to masturbate. Either way, she needed some stress relief.
 
The call was bound to come, Marcus had been waiting for it and hadn't been looking forward to receiving it. Now half hour later he walked into the offices of the OCB. It was like that cliché scene in movies where the stranger, or the white hat character walks into a saloon and everyone stops what they are doing to look at him. The silence lasted a few minutes then everyone suddenly found something important to do as Cole met their eyes unwaveringly. He moved to his desk, although it hadn't really been his desk since he had set up the Untouchables. Nothing in or on it was important to him.

"Marcus, hey, Marcus, come over here."

Cole looked up to see perhaps the only friend he had left in the department waving him into the locker room. Hadley Ryan was a little younger than Cole, but a good, decent cop and an excellent investigator. As Cole stepped into the otherwise empty room Ryan closed the door.

"What the fuck did you do?!" He asked turning on his friend. "Lieutenant Gallagher has been frothing at the bit since Shovelli went on air earlier, are you a part of that?"

"Yeah, I am." Marcus sighed and raised a hand to stop what he knew was coming next. "Hadley, you don't want any part of this. That's why I didn't bring you in. You got a wife and two girls you need to take care of, you need to make sure you are not the black sheep of this department. You need to make it to your pension."

"And what? You don't?" Hadley asked with open hands and a shocked expression.

"It's different for me. I don't have a wife, no kids, no one who is depending on me. I can do what needs to be done."

"You could of at least asked me, talked it over or something, given me the benefit of the doubt."

"And what would you have said if I told you I was heading up the Governors pet law enforcement team?" Marcus asked.

"I would or said sign me up!"

"Exactly. I can't do that to you, I wouldn't be a very good friend if I did, and besides Rita would kill me for putting you in danger." He glanced behind him to make sure the door was still closed. "So what bug climbed up Gallagher's tail pipe?" Cole asked.

"I don't for sure. We all watched that press conference and when Gallagher got back from it he was spitting nails, calling you a traitor, a fucking bastard, a low life ..."

"Ok, ok, I get it, thanks." Marcus smiled. He sighed and straightened up. "I better go see him, get this over with."

"Good luck, Marcus, I mean it."

The two men shook hands then Cole left the locker room and headed across the bull pen to Lieutenant Gallagher's office. He knocked and walked in finding the man on the phone. If looks could of killed Marcus would have dropped right then and there. As it was he closed the door behind himself and stood before the Lieutenants desk.

"Yeah, he just walked in ..... I'll call you if I find out, ok?! ..... Yeah, yeah later." And he slammed the phone down.

"Detective Marcus Cole, war veteran, all round boy scout, hero of the day." He clasped his hands in front of him and scowled.

Gallagher was almost a stereotype of a police captain, running a little to fat these days, in his late 40's, receding hair line and bad blood pressure if the current red face was anything to go by.

"Please tell me, Detective, why did I have to find out about your reassignment from the fucking Governor herself?! She tells me you have been working for her unofficially for a few weeks now. Is that why I haven't received a report from you in all that time? Have you even looked at your case load?! And now I am told your heading up a unit to bring down organised crime in Capitol City?! Tell me if I'm wrong, but isn't that the job of the OCB?! I mean, its in the fucking name, right?! So what makes you think you can do what we can't? You think you're better than all those other detectives out there?"

The loud voice could of easily been heard by all the other people out in the bull pen who were no doubt listening keenly, but Cole replied in a calm level voice.

"No, Sir, I do not. If you want to know why she chose me you'd have to ask her. I was sworn to secrecy on the whole thing." Ok, not entirely true he knew. The Governor hadn't even known he existed when he started bringing his Untouchable squad together, but if Gallagher did find the balls to question the Governor, Marcus knew she would cover for him.

His words seemed to placate the Lieutenant a little who finally gestured to a chair for Cole to sit in and let out a long breath as his shoulders sagged.

"I'm getting it in the ass from the Chief, he is getting it in the ass from the Mayor. No one seems to have even known she was going to pull this crap. No one had a clue!" Gallagher explained shaking his head. "Where the fuck does she get off pulling crap like this. Fighting organised crime is our job, mine to lead from right here in this office."

Marcus listened with a look of sympathy on his face though to be honest he couldn't give a damn how much flak the Lieutenant was getting. He was pretty sure he was on the take as were more than a few of the other officers in this building. But he had to put on a good show, he might need to come back here at some point.

"Can you give me anything? Any information about what she is planning?" Gallagher asked finally.

"I'm afraid not, Lieutenant. Things are still pretty fresh right now, she is still making her plans."

"Well, from that raid you did last night it seems things have moved along somewhat, Cole." But he didn't push it. "Anyway, you're no longer part of this team, clear out your desk and leave. But keep in mind, Cole, if you step on my toes or get in my way don't expect to be able to come back here and work when this is all over."

Marcus stood and nodded. "I understand, Lieutenant." With that he turned and walked out.

He didn't bother cleaning out his desk because it was already cleaned out. He had to smile at Gallagher's last threat though. If he survived this quest to take down the Families then Gallagher, if he wasn't warming a jail cell, would be the least of his concerns.
 
Two days later:

"Thanks for coming, Detective," Governor Elizabeth Harker said as she stood and came out from around her desk to reach out a hand to Marcus. She gestured him to a comfortable armchair opposite the even more comfortable chair to which she would return, saying with a playful smirk, "Please take a seat. I think you've met my Goddaughter, yes?"

She was speaking of Laura Shovelli, of course, who had risen from a second guest chair to also shake hands with Marcus. The ADA said, "Good to see you, Detective ... and without all the cloak and dagger."

As opposed to the last time the two had met, Laura had foregone all of the twisty-turn routes and dark-tinted sedans for Marcus's visit. All that secrecy was moot now. Marcus's participation on the Governor's Task Force was the fastest spreading gossip since Monica and the cigar.

Elizabeth's Personal Assistant entered with a fresh carafe of coffee and a third mug. Marcus's cup was filled and those of the two women topped off. After the PA departed, Elizabeth gestured a finger toward the stapled pages sitting on Marcus's side of the desk.

"Those are the forms to make The Untouchables official," she began. She smiled and chuckled. "Untouchables ... I love that, by the way." She jabbed the finger toward the papers again, continuing, "We're not giving it a fancy, catchy name. Experience tells me that Task Forces with catchy names lead to more chatting about said Task Forces, and as we all know, the less chatter about you and your people the better. On my end, we're simply calling it OCB Task Force 2023.

"My investigator established a bank account for you," she continued, indicating for him to turn to the next page. "There's fifty grand in it now, but if you need more, you only have to ask." She chuckled, adding playfully, "Keep your receipts, obviously."

Elizabeth glanced at the ADA and nodded, after which Laura continued the conversation, "Your man Mephisto ... a piece of advice...? Move the money out into something Cayman or Swiss. Get your people credit cards and such that can't be traced through the normal methods. It'll eliminate just one more way for the Families to figure out who your people are."

She went on to explain that even the Mob had hackers, and that those hackers would be looking for spending patterns, credit cards in the Untouchables' names, etc. Laura didn't know how much of this she really had to tell explain to Marcus. She doubted that any of this was new to him, though honestly, in the past, he'd never had to take these steps before so possibly he hadn't thought of it yet.

Of course, neither Laura nor Elizabeth knew that Marcus had another source of funding, aka Emelia D'Angelo. Money wasn't something Marcus was ever going to have to worry about.

"Additionally," the Governor took over, "I have a man I want you to talk to. He's former Marines, former FBI, and now a SWAT trainer. I've already spoken to him about putting together a TacTeam, though, he hasn't yet been told for what operation yet. He is totally aware of his subordinate position, Detective. I know this man. You ask of him, and you'll get what you want. And his men are as clean as--"

Elizabeth gestured hands toward her own self, reminding Marcus of her own nickname of Mrs. Clean. She asked, "Is there anything more you need from me? Just ask."
 
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