"Damn it Jemma! I told you to stay clear of this fucken case!" Police Chief Franklin Zackz shouted as he banged his fist down on his table in frustration.
"Damon Mateo is alive Chief.. do you know what that means? He came back from the dead! The Dragon's Head group leader is a dead man walking, we have to…" Jemma wanted to clarify but she was cut off by the Police Chief.
"We have to do nothing. You're off the case detective." The police chief said, and then slid a file across the table to Jemma. "There's a report of an old butcher selling off human meat, go check it out."
Jemma stared at Zackz for a while, picked the file and walked out, slamming the door behind her.
"We're off the case?" Randall asked her as soon as she was out of the Chief's office.
"Says who?" Jemma replied with a chilling smile. "Come, I know a guy, I'm sure he will be more than willing to help us." Jemma tossed the file on her desk and walked towards the elevator with Randall behind her.
"Chief ain't gonna like this." Randall sighed.
"Fuck what Chief thinks. This case just got a lot more mysterious."
*
[LOVE & FANG NIGHTCLUB]
Jemma walked into the club with Randall beside her.
"I still can't fathom what we're doing here. You do realize almost everyone here is a criminal, right?" Randall said, one could see he wasn't feeling the vibe of the club at all.
"Relax, we're not here to arrest anyone." Jemma responded in exasperation.
"Stop! State your name and business." A guard stopped them from going into a closed area.
"Jemma Mensa, I'm here to see Jayson." Jemma replied.
"Hold on." The guard ordered, then he pressed the airpod on his ear, spoke a language neither Jemma nor Randall understood, waited a few seconds, then turned back to them.
"Mister Jayson will see you, but only you." The guard said, then shifted the curtain behind him for Jemma to pass through.
"Wait for me Randall, I won't be in for long." She said and walked in.
Jemma scanned the room, and then found the man she was here to see. Seated at the end of the room, a middle-aged man, muscular and squared jawed.
"Hello Uncle Jayson." Jemma said as soon as she came to him. She sat beside him.
"And to what do I owe the pleasure of having my favorite niece visit me." The man's said in his husky voice.
"Aww, I'm flattered. But I'm here on business, and I'm hoping you can help me."
"Anything for my favorite niece." Jayson replied and took a sip from the wine in his glass. Then he took another glass, poured wine into it and passed to Jemma. "Here, it's a 1959 Cognac.. trust me, it'll ease your nerves without getting you drunk." Jemma took the glass from him and took a sip. "Now, tell me why you're here, and I'll decide if I can help you or not." Jayson said.
"I'm sure you've heard of the dead leader of Dragon's Head group walking around. A dead man walking the streets and killing off his former allies." Jemma said.
"Yeah, heard he and his family were killed by a gang, his head was blown off with brain matter all over the floor. I didn't even know the man had a family." Jayson said with an expressionless face. Just like Jemma, he also harbored hatred for the Mafia. They had killed his younger brother because he refused to be bribed. He had secretly disposed of those who pulled the trigger, but still couldn't get a lead on the ones who gave the order.
"Well, almost twenty bodies have dropped ever since he mysteriously returned from the dead. I'm hoping you can help me track him." Jemma said.
"And why do you want that?" Jayson sharply turned to and asked.
"I feel he and I can help each other. He's not only killing members of the Dragon's Head, but Drakkov and Merchantos have suffered a few high-rank goon losses." Jemma said,
"You are hoping he can help you uncover who was behind the death of David." Jayden said, took a deep breath and exhaled, "Jemma, believe me, I have tried, whoever it was, it goes to the top, beyond our reach." Jayden said.
"Doesn't matter, there's a slight…" her voice was cut short by the sounds outside the room.
BANG! BANG! BANG!
"Gunshots!?" Jemma said. Just then, a masked man rushed into the room with a semi-automatic on his hand.
"GET DOWN!!" Jayson shouted as he took cover.
RATATATATATATA!!
Jemma immediately went down, flipped the table to the side to provide enough cover. She took out her gun from the holster, a SIG.312.
THUM! THUM!
It was a bullseye, one bullet had found its way to the intruder's temple while the bullet went to the chest.
"Come on!" Jayson said, he had also taken out his own gun, a Glock-19.
"We have to get out of here." Jayson said aloud, he opened the curtain. Laying on the floor in a pool of his own blood was the guard who had informed Jayson of Jemma's arrival. He had taken two bullets to the chest.
"Uncle!" Jemma's shout brought him back to reality, he barely managed to duck the incoming bullet.
ZIP!
He aimed his gun at the gunner who was on the stairs.
BANG! BANG!
"Move! Move!" He shouted for Jemma to join him and leave the club.
"I have to find Randall, my partner." Jemma said.
BANG! BANG!
RATATATATATATA!!
Gunshots echoed all around them.
"There she is! Get her!" a masked man shouted at his allies.
"I guess I know now who these uninvited guests came for." Jayson joked as he shot at the masked man.
"We can't take the stairs," Jemma said.
"Yes we can, stay behind me." Jayson replied.
They slowly advanced down the stairs. Jayson spotted an enemy, aimed and pulled the trigger.
Downstairs, bodies laid everywhere, most of them were the masked intruders. It seemed almost all of them had been taken care of downstairs by the gangsters in the club, and only a handful had made it towards the room where Jayson and Jemma were in.
"Still can't find your partner? Perhaps he already left." Jayson said.
"No, Randall won't leave me. I'm sure something came up." Jemma replied.
"Well, regardless of what happened, the fact now is that you're on someone's death list. I suggest you return to the station and lay low for a while." Jayson said as they stepped out of the club. Police sirens could be heard coming from afar.
"Oh, and one more thing. I heard Carlos had taken care of Damon. Full bombardment with RPGs, not even a fly could survive that." Jayson whispered, then got into a car beside him.
"So Carlos is indeed responsible for the murder of the Mateos?" Jemma asked as she got in as well.
"Who said he wasn't? Its pretty much obvious. What you really should be concerned about right now, is whoever's after you. Like I said, you need to…"
BANG!
Jayson's body tilted and blood sprayed as a bullet burrowed into his brain. Jemma reacted a second too late, before she could pull out her gun from her holster, she felt a dull pain at the back of her head as the butt of a gun slammed against it, but before she blacked out, she heard voice she recognized too well..
"I'm sorry. I had no choice."