Post by History on Jan 7, 2008 12:13:17 GMT -5
Date: January 5th 2008
Time: 1: 45 P.M.
Location: GCW Tower
751 Lake Shore Drive
Chicago, Illinois 60637
Time: 1: 45 P.M.
Location: GCW Tower
751 Lake Shore Drive
Chicago, Illinois 60637
“I swear to god I’ll never understand it…I just won’t.”
“What are you babbling about now? Done gawking over the female wrestlers coming and going from the Tower already huh? Always the pervert just like always Marx.”
He stared at the monitor in front of him, arms folded across his chest as he let out a long sigh before tilting his head back and responding to his partner.
“The whole wrestling thing period. Risking your life and well being for something that’s supposed to be “scripted”? Makes no damn sense to me and never will be. Now football. That’s a real sport. These people need to grow up already.”
A slight nudge was given to his shoulder as she returned back to the seat beside him, cup of coffee in hand as she focused her attention on the surveillance monitor in front of them as well. There was a quick sigh of her own before looking over towards the commissioned “help” they had secured citing their arrival here in Chicago.
“Hey Miller? Has he always been this talkative during operations? I don’t get this treatment back in Nevada. Get here among old friends and it’s yadda yadda yadda. All day. Almost like HE’S the woman here.”
A hard chuckle heard from across the surveillance van the three detectives sat inside of across the street from the GCW Tower. They were pretty well covered from plain sight, the vehicle partially hidden behind another van nearly identical as well as a few other cars. His hands continued to move along the controls before him as he shook his head for a few seconds in laughter at the two long time partners and responded…
“Meh, he always did have a knack for getting’ on people’s damn nerves. Son of a bitch used to talk me to death during stake outs and such. REALLY aggravating I tell ya. You’ve been lucky missy let me tell ya.”
The van instantly filled with laughter by both detectives Miller and Gordon. Having a quick laugh at the expense of their partner and former partner before Marx once again chimes in…
“Still the best damn detective Chicago OR Las Vegas has seen. Probably Salt Lake City too assholes.”
“Ahhhhhh. Marx. Still got that nasty mouth I see. Wonder if you kiss your mother with that thing. She hates when I kiss her with mine, heh heh.”
“Yea yea up yours jackass. Just keep to your job. Not trying to let these assholes get away and end up on the other side of the planet before we can get some dirt on em’.
Miller spins around in his chair, removing the head phones and standing from his seat. Leaning forward a bit so as not to bump his head on the obviously low ceiling of the vehicle, he speaks while headed towards the back of the van…
“Just can’t let it go can ya Marx? Can ya?”
Finding his way to the back of the van, he kneels before beginning to sift through a box of unidentified items, seemingly searching for something while his old partner instantly chimes in…
“Hell no and never. You know how many lives I’ve watched…Be damn near destroyed and left for shit by people like HIM? Psssh. I’ve been involved with this for the better part of twenty years. And now with the crap that happened over the past few months, I may have a chance to grab at least ONE, maybe two of these leeches off the streets for good. No. No I can’t just let it go.”
“Believe me Miller, I’ve had the talk with him before. Plenty of times. He’s not giving up on this one. Don’t even count on it.”
“I understand what you’re saying about all the past stuff bro’. Totally. Hell we’ve dealt with some serious bastards here in Chicago back in the day but…Don’t get in over your head with this one. If they haven’t’ been stopped by now, chances are they won’t. Look I agreed to help out where I can but…Just be careful man. People come up missing when they poke their noses in the business of certain “types” of people ya know?...I know you remember Johnson’s early unplanned “retirement”?...”
Instance silence. The mention of his first partner back here in Chicago some twenty years ago had that effect on him. All of those years passed, the event itself playing back in his thoughts over and over instantly almost. His head tilted a bit, still staring at the screen in front of them, waiting patiently for the arrival of someone they believed would be here in Chicago soon enough. Shaking his head, his partner cut in before he could even speak…
“No one’s gonna die here. We’re just watching for now boys. Jeeez.”
“We got some action people, check it out.”
Miller’s index finger pointing back towards the monitor in front of the three of them, his movements carrying him towards the back of the small chair his old partner Marx sat in watching as well. All three detectives began huddling around the device displaying the images of something they had long awaited. Three days to be exact. Waiting patiently for the arrival of this one woman in particular. And finally…
“Yep that’s her. Look at her. Strutting her stuff already. Get out of the damn limo first you bitch.”
Marx’s right hand immediately reaches forward, slightly moving the monitor to a better position so as to give them all a better view as he chimes in again…
“Yep that’s her. No wonder those two are joined at the hip. Just think of the level of ego in a room with those two. Sickening.”
“Damn. That’s…Wow…Talk about “growing up” there buddy. Heh Heh…This might be the best surveillance I’ve done in a long time. Thanks Marx, I owe you for this one.”
Raising the cup of coffee to her lips again Gordon watched intently as the young woman in question made her way into the GCW Tower. A elegant strut so much all of her own, she herself couldn’t help but to nod her head in response while responding…
“Yea I see. No wonder his nose is wide open. You go girl. Can’t hate a woman for working it like she is now can we…?”
“Hmmpf. Woman eh…Using the term loosely. Her family is no better than her jackass of a boyfriends. Bet she has somethin’ to do with all of this madness too. *Sigh* Damnit.”
“What? Thought this is what you’ve been waiting on?”
He was silent for a few seconds, still staring at the monitor even though the young woman had found her way through the doors of the GCW Tower. He knew that now the true tasks would start up. Finding out information needed to complete this mission of his. Something he couldn’t very well do from inside of a van OUTSIDE of the Tower. No. That wasn’t’ going to work and as far as he was concerned…This had to work this time…He knew it’d be his last chance to get something done that should have been done years and years ago.
“No. He knows the hard part starts now. Getting close enough TO find out what he wants to find out. So we going incognito or just a rush and bust?”
“You know the answer to that Gordon…Miller?...Might need another favor buddy.”
“Shit…Here you fuckin’ go again. What this time?”
TO BE CONCLUDED…
“What are you babbling about now? Done gawking over the female wrestlers coming and going from the Tower already huh? Always the pervert just like always Marx.”
He stared at the monitor in front of him, arms folded across his chest as he let out a long sigh before tilting his head back and responding to his partner.
“The whole wrestling thing period. Risking your life and well being for something that’s supposed to be “scripted”? Makes no damn sense to me and never will be. Now football. That’s a real sport. These people need to grow up already.”
A slight nudge was given to his shoulder as she returned back to the seat beside him, cup of coffee in hand as she focused her attention on the surveillance monitor in front of them as well. There was a quick sigh of her own before looking over towards the commissioned “help” they had secured citing their arrival here in Chicago.
“Hey Miller? Has he always been this talkative during operations? I don’t get this treatment back in Nevada. Get here among old friends and it’s yadda yadda yadda. All day. Almost like HE’S the woman here.”
A hard chuckle heard from across the surveillance van the three detectives sat inside of across the street from the GCW Tower. They were pretty well covered from plain sight, the vehicle partially hidden behind another van nearly identical as well as a few other cars. His hands continued to move along the controls before him as he shook his head for a few seconds in laughter at the two long time partners and responded…
“Meh, he always did have a knack for getting’ on people’s damn nerves. Son of a bitch used to talk me to death during stake outs and such. REALLY aggravating I tell ya. You’ve been lucky missy let me tell ya.”
The van instantly filled with laughter by both detectives Miller and Gordon. Having a quick laugh at the expense of their partner and former partner before Marx once again chimes in…
“Still the best damn detective Chicago OR Las Vegas has seen. Probably Salt Lake City too assholes.”
“Ahhhhhh. Marx. Still got that nasty mouth I see. Wonder if you kiss your mother with that thing. She hates when I kiss her with mine, heh heh.”
“Yea yea up yours jackass. Just keep to your job. Not trying to let these assholes get away and end up on the other side of the planet before we can get some dirt on em’.
Miller spins around in his chair, removing the head phones and standing from his seat. Leaning forward a bit so as not to bump his head on the obviously low ceiling of the vehicle, he speaks while headed towards the back of the van…
“Just can’t let it go can ya Marx? Can ya?”
Finding his way to the back of the van, he kneels before beginning to sift through a box of unidentified items, seemingly searching for something while his old partner instantly chimes in…
“Hell no and never. You know how many lives I’ve watched…Be damn near destroyed and left for shit by people like HIM? Psssh. I’ve been involved with this for the better part of twenty years. And now with the crap that happened over the past few months, I may have a chance to grab at least ONE, maybe two of these leeches off the streets for good. No. No I can’t just let it go.”
“Believe me Miller, I’ve had the talk with him before. Plenty of times. He’s not giving up on this one. Don’t even count on it.”
“I understand what you’re saying about all the past stuff bro’. Totally. Hell we’ve dealt with some serious bastards here in Chicago back in the day but…Don’t get in over your head with this one. If they haven’t’ been stopped by now, chances are they won’t. Look I agreed to help out where I can but…Just be careful man. People come up missing when they poke their noses in the business of certain “types” of people ya know?...I know you remember Johnson’s early unplanned “retirement”?...”
Instance silence. The mention of his first partner back here in Chicago some twenty years ago had that effect on him. All of those years passed, the event itself playing back in his thoughts over and over instantly almost. His head tilted a bit, still staring at the screen in front of them, waiting patiently for the arrival of someone they believed would be here in Chicago soon enough. Shaking his head, his partner cut in before he could even speak…
“No one’s gonna die here. We’re just watching for now boys. Jeeez.”
“We got some action people, check it out.”
Miller’s index finger pointing back towards the monitor in front of the three of them, his movements carrying him towards the back of the small chair his old partner Marx sat in watching as well. All three detectives began huddling around the device displaying the images of something they had long awaited. Three days to be exact. Waiting patiently for the arrival of this one woman in particular. And finally…
“Yep that’s her. Look at her. Strutting her stuff already. Get out of the damn limo first you bitch.”
Marx’s right hand immediately reaches forward, slightly moving the monitor to a better position so as to give them all a better view as he chimes in again…
“Yep that’s her. No wonder those two are joined at the hip. Just think of the level of ego in a room with those two. Sickening.”
“Damn. That’s…Wow…Talk about “growing up” there buddy. Heh Heh…This might be the best surveillance I’ve done in a long time. Thanks Marx, I owe you for this one.”
Raising the cup of coffee to her lips again Gordon watched intently as the young woman in question made her way into the GCW Tower. A elegant strut so much all of her own, she herself couldn’t help but to nod her head in response while responding…
“Yea I see. No wonder his nose is wide open. You go girl. Can’t hate a woman for working it like she is now can we…?”
“Hmmpf. Woman eh…Using the term loosely. Her family is no better than her jackass of a boyfriends. Bet she has somethin’ to do with all of this madness too. *Sigh* Damnit.”
“What? Thought this is what you’ve been waiting on?”
He was silent for a few seconds, still staring at the monitor even though the young woman had found her way through the doors of the GCW Tower. He knew that now the true tasks would start up. Finding out information needed to complete this mission of his. Something he couldn’t very well do from inside of a van OUTSIDE of the Tower. No. That wasn’t’ going to work and as far as he was concerned…This had to work this time…He knew it’d be his last chance to get something done that should have been done years and years ago.
“No. He knows the hard part starts now. Getting close enough TO find out what he wants to find out. So we going incognito or just a rush and bust?”
“You know the answer to that Gordon…Miller?...Might need another favor buddy.”
“Shit…Here you fuckin’ go again. What this time?”
TO BE CONCLUDED…