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Chapter 5

“For Speech”

‘For Thoughts or Emphasis’

Chapter Warning(s): Death of minor characters

Mihael as ‘Mello’

August 26th, 2010

10:45 AM

“You’re sure you’re all right Mihael?”

“Yes baby. I am fine.”

“I know you are, but are you safe?” He heard a snigger from the others and frowned.

“I am completely safe. You do not need to worry about me. I will be back in less than a month, but everything will be taken care of, I promise.”

“You’d better Mihael or else we will be having some words.”

“Since when did we start acting like a legit couple baby?” He had to chuckle at this. Lucas never too their relationship seriously.

“Since now…”

“Whose idea was it to have an ‘open relationship’?”

“Maybe I am ready to go a bit more serious this time around.” Mihael paused, considering his lover’s words.

“Are you sure?”

“Positive babe.”

“Look… Let us discuss this further when I am available again. I am going to think very hard about this baby. I am not having cold feet, I just want time to think is all.”

“Alright, I love you babe.”

“I love you too.”

Mihael hung up the phone and sighed in frustration. Of all the times to call, Lucas chose the morning meeting with Rod Ross’ gang. There were chuckles and nervous snickers from the men and it only took a hard glare before everything was silenced. Ross only looked at him with a calm sort of expression. It was no secret that Mihael was gay and though the mafia members were accepting of this, that did not mean he was the target of the occasional bit of ridicule. That was easily settled with some choice words and a non-lethal bullet wound to an arm or leg. “Sorry about that. Please continue.” He motions the grunt named Roberto to continue from where he left off. Roberto was a snitch, a grunt who spies without pay, though from time to time he gets lucky. Ross had offered to help out Mihael and send out Roberto into the streets, gathering information about the anonymous sniper.

Before Lucas called, Roberto was thinking that there may be more to the sniper than previously thought. Mihael’s previous guessed lettered alias ‘Q’ had been wrong and Roberto was sure it was either ‘N’, ‘J’, ‘M’, or ‘H’. Mihael knew it was not ‘N’, as his alumni Nate had taken that alias not long after graduating from the institution. Nate was smarter than Mihael was willing to admit and he theorized that he may be pursuing this case from another angle, but Nate was also unpredictable and instead may have chosen different cases to work on. He hoped that was the case, but returned to realty. “We know that this sniper chooses to remain anonymous, but this sniper obviously must provide for likely his various needs, sustenance and sexual, right?” Everyone nods in agreement, but Mihael who looks on with silent contemplation. “So this sniper obviously must be living close to a source of food that is consistent and reliable… that may also provide some porn mags.” The group chuckles in unison at that one, even the blonde had to smile.

After a period of thought, Mihael spoke up. “Hmm…. This is a long shot, but what about fuck buddies? If this most likely guy has contacts that are in the form of fuck buddies, then he’d have a book with numbers. Now it goes without saying his sexual partners are likely not to be the same, so the numbers that he might have may be those of local strip clubs and perhaps a few brothels. If we can place some calls around, maybe we can get a name, or at best, a common alias, which will most likely be different from club to club and brothel to brothel.” The mafia men nod in unison. This long shot was indeed long, but no one can really escape just wanking off and be satisfied with just that, especially men. Ross will bring in some hookers now and then to ease some of the sexual tension that often builds with his men. The quality of the prostitutes depended on how well his men worked month to month.

“Also… We may also find out his sexuality and may be able to work that into my advantage. Whether he is Straight, Gay or Bi, I think we can plan out a lure, but until we are certain what he is, I will reserve any ideas for now.”

“One thing is for certain though,” this was from Ross, “you never cease to impress with that mind of yours.”

“Thanks Ross,” smiled Mihael.

“Not a problem. Now then. Where shall we start looking and how are we going to go about this?”

12:24 PM

Roberto, Garrison, and Kevin took to the brothels as they also frequented them and would have an easier time securing names. Gerard and Tyson took to the area that the drug dealer was shot and started weaving their way towards Mihael’s estimated point of sniping. Markus, Benny and Hank took to the various clubs, revisiting the clubs that he’d visited before for updates and seeking out other places. As for Ross and him, they had several walkie talkies opened, listening for updates when they came in. It was long and it was boring, but Mihael needed to remain under the radar, his little run-in with the Yakuza ensured him that he would not be going back into view for now, but he was formulating a plan to try get them to side with him in his investigation. He was unsure that having the double edged protection of 2 Mafias would be worth it. If he messed up for one or both, his head would be on a platter. Not to mention, his boss at HQ had a hard enough time accepting his truce with this current Mafia; adding a second would give him a coronary, he was sure of it.

A light chuckle broke Mihael from his thoughts.

“So… That is what the expression of a highly intelligent man in thought looks like.” The blonde looked at the Mafia boss with an almost confused expression.

“What…? What are you talking about?” Ross only chuckles a little harder.

“You have this incredibly concentrated look on your face: your eyebrows go slightly furled, your blue eyes become focused and your upper lip curls a little.” Mihael only rolls his eyes at this passing observation.

“You watching me is not benefiting this mission, so please, do help me out here and lend an ear.”

“I meant nothing by it Mello, but sure, we need to continue monitoring for any updates.” Mihael nodded and returned his attention to the walkies. For the most part, there was only static and Mihael was worried that the distances were too great to communicate properly, but the odd report of inactivity calmed those nerves.

2: 58 PM

Almost 3 hours of inactivity being reported from the brothels and having no confirmation from the sweepers or club checkers were getting on Mihael’s nerves. He knew that Ross was no different, but unlike Mihael, Ross could hold his emotions in check surprisingly well. Mihael’s foot was tapping the floor almost rhythmically and his breath was a little shaky, a sign he was irritated, but keeping himself in check. An open line from Markus’ radio got their attention, but half expecting to hear bad news.

“Well I think we might have someone, but it is hard to say if its true or not.” Mihael grabbed the radio and opened his line.

“Spill it, anyone and everyone is a suspect at this point on.”

“Well at this club I just walked out of, there was a patron by the name of Jacob Reilly that had requested and purchased a solo exhibition.”

“Anything else?”

“Yeah, he also paid for a little extra service. The dancer was male.” Mihael grinned. This was relevant enough to his case to look into. This Jacob person could be his suspect and there was a chance he was Gay or Bi. He was in no way straight.

“Did he have a description?”

“Yeah. Red hair, goggles, blue jeans and a navy blue hooded sweater.”

“Did you say goggles?”

“Yeah. Said he never took them off the entire time he was there. He up and disappears after the dance.”

Mihael grinned. This “Jabob Reilly” was not who he seemed. He remembered back at the coffee house seeing a young male with red hair, goggles, blue jeans and hooded sweater. This description was far too close to not be anyone different. It had to be him! However, this guy could also be no one important, but in this case, he could not take any chances. However, this guy also did up and disappear not long after the performance. There was no way to tell where he may have gone

“Alright, thanks. I will wait on the others to give me feedback. If we start hearing of this red head more often, then I think we may a possible sniper on our hands.

“Alright. The others and I will continue seeking out other clubs. We will actually backtrack to the other clubs and describe this Jacob person to them and fill you in.”

“Not a problem. Just one more thing.”

“Yeah?” “How was this service paid for?”

“Cash only.”

“Thank you.” Mihael looked to Ross and smiled.

“I think we may have found a suspect.

“I’ll open all the lines and relay the description to ask for.”

5:35 PM

The table that the radios were on now had several lined and blank sheets of paper. Since relaying the description to the rest of the men, the feedback had returned more positive than before. 2 brothels catered to this redhead with goggles, the aliases for these brothels were ‘Seamus Flannigan’ and ‘Jared Smith‘. 4 clubs have also serviced the goggled redhead, the aliases including ‘Jacob Reilly’ were ‘Hank Johnson’, ‘Sean Masterson’ and ‘Michael Peters’. Mihael had each alias with the location on separate sheets of paper. Along with these, he had notations of how frequently this person had attended the different location. He was a little shocked to find that his visitations were infrequent, but what was consistent was they all occurred between the hours of 6 PM and 8 PM. The sweeper feedback was a little less reliable, but held inklings of the red head lurking around a convenience store, but had no time to look there as the police were patrolling there. Another thing that was consistent was the fact that this goggled person always paid in cash. Whatever he did, he was either paid up front or had secured a private bank account and was withdrawing his funds that way. Searches through the IRS using the aliases turned out nothing. This person was good at staying hidden, whoever he was. That meant that if he had a bank account, it would be under yet entirely separate alias altogether.

He brings a hand to pinch the bridge of his nose and will away a stress headache that was beginning to manifest. What was positive that the goggled red head was in fact Bisexual. Were there other means for him to contact others? There was the internet which was likely, but tracking him down that way would be damn near impossible. Billions of aliases exist on the internet and countless accounts that were hacked and stolen. It would be a perfect place for a freelance sniper to seek out hits on others. Also that meant he would have access to a computer or laptop and would have wireless internet unless he had his own modem and would make that obsolete. Having a computer though… he would have knowledge around them. What if this guy could tweak such technology? He’d have to be some sort of programmer, whether taught to him or being self taught. The self taught ones are almost always hackers. If his gut was right about this one, he probably is a hacker as well as a sniper. Things just got that more interesting, making Mihael grin. He loved a challenge more than anything and right now, it was staring at him in the face, taunting him, teasing him.

“I accept your challenge sniper suspect. One way or another, I will find you and bring you down. You can hide behind your masks, but there is one person whose masks are far more better than yours. For all I know, he may have already tried to hack you, but he knows it is my case and is leaving it behind. I’ll be seeing you soon.”

9:12 PM

Mihael was laying on his re-enforced bed and staring up into nothingness. Business aside, Mihael let himself reflect on this morning’s conversation with Lucas. If he really was serious about going steady as a couple, then there would need to be rules and compromises made. There would have to be a balance made that Lucas and he can settle on. Would they continue to bring one night stands over as a couple? That was the original use for their spare bedroom. Would they continue to be the one night stand and leave the other alone and wondering if they were safe? He pulls out his phone and plays with it absently. After some time, he flips it open and speed dials his lover’s phone number. The phone rang 2 times before a rather cheerful sounding voice answered the phone.

“Mihael! I am so glad you called! I was worried about you babe.”

“You had 2 energy drinks didn’t you?”

“How can you tell?”

“You would have answered the phone pissed off and getting after me for calling you this late.”

“Well… can I still be pissed off at you regardless?”

“You are too cheerful to be pissed off right now.”

“Phooey! So why are you calling so late babe?” Mihael paused, unsure for a moment as how to talk about it.

“I’ve given our relationship some serious thought. I would love to be a legit couple, but are you willing to make compromises? Are you willing to meet me halfway? Are you willing to make sacrifices for our relationship?” There was a pause from his end and though it was not long, Mihael’s train of thought made things seem longer.

“Only if you are babe.”

“I will say now that my going undercover for cases like this cannot be sacrificed. They are a part of my job. I will promise though that I will call whenever I am available, just like now.”

“Alright. When will I see you home again?”

“Soon; I think I may have a lead on this case. That goggled red head from the coffee shop is now a suspect. He has no name as far as I know, just living on aliases. It might be a long shot, but I have a feeling about him. I might be on the right track."

There was a light chuckle on the other line.

“Your gut instinct has not been wrong yet. If you think this goggled man is your suspect, then do not doubt for a second that he is not. Let me say this though, he is a cutie and never caused any trouble for me thus far.”

“Do not be so willing to let him go there while I am working this case. I am going to have to sketch out a relative description of this guy with what info I have. When I am positive that this is the guy I am hunting, I will post his face around. Do not let him inside when I’ve drawn that conclusion.”

“You know that I will not. Anyways babe, its getting late and these drinks are wearing off. Call me when you can. I love you."

“I love you too.” Mihael closed the phone and played with it absently once more. There was something to this guy that was bugging him. His gut told him he was on the right track, yet something was bothering him. This was no ordinary sniper, he knew that. He probably has worked for gangs, Mafias and other small time and big time criminals. He was methodical in his killings as suggested from the coroner’s report. Why the number 3 though? If this sniper always used 3 bullets, then that meant keeping consistency with that particular number, hinting at perhaps OCD of some kind. What if he had other weapons in his disposal? Would he be using only 3 bullets then? His accuracy seems to be almost perfect: 1st bullet disables the target, 2nd bullet incapacitates the target, 3rd bullet kills the target. The more he thought on it and matching this ‘Jacob Reilly’ to his sniper profile, he realized that he may actually be onto something. At the same time… something was missing and that was bugging him to no end. With a sigh of defeat, he resolved to just let this go until the morning. There would be more time to work on it then. He was tired and he was already up late as it was. With another sigh, he rolls to his side and closes eyes, drifting into an uneasy sleep.

August 27th, 2010

7:23 AM

Mihael woke up with a start, eyes snapping open and eyes drifting immediately to his gun. Whatever dream he was having seemed to fade from his memory, but that was the least of his concerns at the moment. Something told him that there was going to be a showdown this day at some point, though he could not point his finger on it. The rest of this hideout was still asleep though, no one ever woke up until after 8 and that bugged Mihael more than anything. He got up and padded barefoot to the showers with leather in arms. Even as he cleaned himself, that feeling would not leave. He never took long showering and was out almost as soon as he walked in, leather and wig in place. He raided the fridge for a chocolate bar and then settled himself into the old armchair, crossing his legs on the table before opening the foil and taking a much welcomed bite into the confection. There was not much of a snap to it as he would normally like, but he supposed that it could not be helped. 8 AM rolled by and not long after he began to hear the murmurings of the Mafia members as they woke up groggily one by one. Ross was the first to appear and settled himself down onto the large couch, nothing much underneath that robe of his, but Mihael was good at ignoring things like that when it was not important.

A loud yawn was sounded before tired eyes looked to the blonde’s direction.

“You have something on your mind again. Care to share?” It was not surprising. Ross had a way of seeing things the other men did not and though it could be a good and bad thing, Mihael knew that Ross was at least smarter enough to understand him to a degree.

“Yeah, I have this nagging feeling that something is going to happen later on today. I am positive that it has to do with our sweepers when we send them out.”

“Is that so? Then if it has to do with my sweepers and your sniper, we can get a positive ID on him.”

“True, but if it comes at the cost of your men, don’t blame me for it.”

“I don’t intend to. If we get a confirmation of the sniper then your time undercover will be cut short. Your instincts are sharper than razorblades.”

“Not a term I’d use, but thanks.”

“Not a problem. So… Any idea as to how your are going to deal with the Yakuza?”

“Still working on it. I don’t want to do it, but I may be forced to make a pact with them.”

“Your boss will not be happy about this. To be honest, I am not all for it either, but it is your life after all. I am not going to dictate what you can or cannot do. As long as our pact is in order, I have no problems.”

“Yeah, I know that. I don’t intend to bring any trouble to you guys. I may even work out a way to bring this Mafia and the Yakuza to a more reasonable relationship.” There was a burst of laughter then, a belly laugh that echoed through the wakening building.

“If you can do that, I will give you the title of honorary Consigliere.”

“Alright, I accept your challenge.” A chain of chuckles followed from Ross.

“Okay then. When I get word that our years long gap has a few bridges then its yours. I need a coffee.” Ross gets up and disappears. Mihael frowned a little, wondering if he was going too far by doing that.

10: 23 AM

“Alright everyone. Everyone but our sweepers will return to their previous duties. Mello thinks that we can get a positive ID on the sniper so Gerard and Tyson, I need you to head back that way. If you see something suspicious, do not hesitate to look into it.”

“Got it boss.” It was not quite in unison, but Mihael knew they would not disappoint.

“Keep your radio feed open at all times when you get into the same location as before. Know that the sniper has been keeping his eye on your activities for the past day and know that he may take action, but no matter the odds against you, we need that ID, got it?” Gerard and Tyson looked a little nervous, but nodded anyways before getting up and walking outside. Mihael knew they would not be seeing one of them, perhaps both, but that did not matter. They were expendable and could be replaced easily. The meeting was short and adjourned, the rest of the men separating and going out to take care of business.

12:13 PM

It was radio silence for some time, the only sounds coming through the radios were of passing traffic and the odd passing conversation of other pedestrians. Mihael was tempted to pick up one of them and ask for a status report, but the lines were open on their end just for that purpose, so they could hear for anything out of the ordinary. Tyson’s distant sounding voice spoke up then.

“Hey, I think this is where Mello said the sniper might be in. Care to take a look inside?” Mihael’s head perked up at that and he leaned in further. Gerard’s closer and clearer voice spoke up then,

“Yeah, but the entry way looks barricaded. We’ll need to find another way inside. Lots of windows, none are broken. The sniper probably has it set up that way as a security measure.”

“There looks to be a ladder over here, let’s go up that way.”

“Are you kidding? He may use this way and could be keeping guard over it.”

“Alright then. I’ll stay down here. You break open this window and search the building. I’ll take the ladder up and one of us draws him out, we are to shoot his hand or leg. Mello wants him alive.”

“Yeah, then again, this could be an empty building.”

“No chances, remember?”

“Yeah.” There was no more sound from either, except for the sound of glass shattering and a grunt of effort from Tyson as he enters the building from the window. Mihael directs his attention to his radio and hears slightly uneven footsteps and a change in breathing pattern. He was nervous, but not going to back down. The sound of footsteps ascending staircases told him that he was going up to another level. It remained this way for several flights. Gerard’s line was still quiet before the sound of a ladder being pulled down told him that he was listening in and timing his ambush. The ladder was creaky from age so the ascent there took longer than usual. It was here that the sound of 2 gunshots were heard from Tyson’s end.

“Ow! Motherfucker shot me in the thigh. Fired back and the chickenshit took off.” Mihael grabbed the radio, but his unasked question was answered.

“It was the goggles motherfucker man. Red hair and...” The sound of 2 more gunshots were heard before the sound of the radio clattering to the ground was heard. A very faint, “Fucker, that’s what ye get.” Was heard before running footsteps retreating were fading away. Tyson was down, but Gerard was still heard ascending, faster than usual. 3 shots were heard before a much louder thud was heard, shattering the radio, cutting off all other sounds.

Mihael looked at the radios with detached silence. Ross’ expression was unreadable just then. Slowly, a smile took over the leather clad male’s face.

“Well now… Not only did my premonition come true, but we now know who our sniper might be. Even if it is not, I have a suspect for a murder case that just came up. I suppose I have your men to thank for that.”

“Yeah, so I guess you just need a name for this one then, am I right?”

“Yes, but getting it will not be easy. I’ll need to draw him out by another means and work from there.”

“It sounds like you are going to have your hands full for the time being.”

“Unfortunately, that is true, but I am dedicated to my work and I’ll find a way to get this piece of scum off the streets and behind bars.” “That sounds like the Mello I know.”

2:35 PM

“How are things Mihael?”

“I have a positive ID on the goggled red head. No name, but he took out a couple spies that I hired. Not sure at the moment if he’s my sniper, but he’s most definitely my prime suspect in a murder case now.”

“That’s horrible. He seemed like such a good guy too. Never said anything and never caused problems.”

“Don’t be defending him, he’s armed and dangerous. Whatever you do, do not let him in. Call the cops and fill them in on the description.”

“No problem babe. Be careful out there.”

“You too hun. Love you.”

“Love you too.” Mihael closed his phone and let out a heavy sigh and bringing a gloved hand to his forehead. Was this his sniper? 3 shots were used to kill Tyson and Gerard. Same goggles and red hair, it had to be… That weird feeling in his gut came up again, telling him that there was something else, but he could not pinpoint it. With a groan, he stands up and walks to his room. He needed to think this over and right now even that was impossible to do.

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A/N: Mail was spotted, but Mihael has not seen him personally. The chase is on early, but you can bet Mail will not make it easy for Mihael. This chapter is shorter than the last 4, but no worries. Next is a special chapter. Stay tuned! As always, feel free to review, I accept all comments, good and bad.
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