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"You can't-"
I cut Lucas off by saying, "We're doing it my way. I don't give a shit about your family protocol or your feud with the Petrovs. This is about Mia."
That shuts him up.
"I'll be in touch," I say before turning and abruptly leaving them in the alley behind the building
With determination burning in my eyes, I head towards my office, the weight of the situation heavy on my shoulders. Inside, I tap into my extensive network, leveraging my connections within the FBI to gather crucial intelligence on the Petrov family.
Discreetly reaching out to trusted sources, I share the details of the encounter with Xavier and Antonio and express my urgent need for information. The wheels are set in motion as my contacts scramble to gather any relevant data that could aid our mission to dismantle the Petrov operations.
Hours pass. As I wait for updates from my sources, I use the time to dig deeper into the documents and files I've collected. The more I read, the more tangled the web becomes. It seems that the Petrovs have expanded their reach beyond what we initially thought. They have their hands in everything from drugs and human trafficking to money laundering and arms dealing.
My phone vibrates, interrupting my thoughts. It's a text message from one of my contacts, with a name and an address.
I grab my coat and head out into the night, ignoring the looks of concern from others in the office building. My destination is a seedy bar on the outskirts of town, where my contact has promised to meet me with valuable information.
As I enter the dimly lit establishment, the stench of alcohol and desperation hits me like a wave. I spot my contact sitting at a table in the corner, nursing a drink.
"Any luck?" I ask as I take a seat across from her.
She nods, sliding an envelope towards me. "The Petrovs are planning something big. My sources say they're moving a large shipment through the port next week. Not sure what it is, but it may be what you're looking for."
I grab the envelope and stuff it into my pocket, then look at her. She nods again before standing up, downing the rest of her drink and walking away without another word. The tension in the bar returns to its normal state as soon as she's gone, but inside my head there are swirling thoughts of strategy and battle plans being formed for what lies ahead.
The days fly by of me being cooped up in my office, crunching numbers and cross-referencing contacts, getting lost in the depths of countless data. I drop the blinds to take phone calls without interruption.
Suspicion rises among the others in the office and it isn't long before they burst into my office.
"What the hell are you up to, Sullivan?" my supervisor, a grumpy but seasoned agent, demands harshly.
I blink at him, and my two coworkers who stand behind him. "What?"
He walks forward and slams my laptop shut. "We know that you've been reaching out to people. Asking about the Petrovs and the Morettis. What's going on?"
I pause, thinking for a moment. I can't give away any details related to Mia, or tell them about Xavier and Antonio approaching me. I carefully weigh my options before speaking. I can't tell them everything, but if I don't give him something he'll report me up the chain of command for sure.
"I've been asked by an informant to look into a shipment that the Petrovs are moving in only a few days," I explain. "I've been working on confirming it."
Mulligan's face hardens at this and steps even closer towards me. He points his finger in my face, "What informant?"
He knows. Or at least, he thinks he does. But I can't confirm that I've been in touch with the Morettis, it'll make me look like a liability. They'll think that I've turned on them. I haven't. I... I just want to find Mia.
"A source informed me confidentially and out of respect for their safety no further details will be disclosed," I say firmly.
"Have you confirmed it?" he counters.
I stare at him, meeting his stern gaze with one of my own. "Yes."
He stares at me for a few more seconds before barking off orders to the other two agents. He looks back at me. "If we're going to do this, we're going to do it right. Forward me the intel you have so far. Let's get the team involved and take these motherfuckers down."
I nod, relieved that he isn't going to press me--and that I'm going to be backed by the entire Federal Bureau of Investigation.
"Do the Petrovs know about your investigation?" Mulligan asks.
"No," I respond confidently. "They don't have a clue."
Mulligan nods slowly in approval before continuing. "Good. Make sure it stays that way so they don't go into hiding before we can catch them. We should try to leak false information into their circles just in case - make sure no one catches wind of this." He furrows his brows in thought for a moment, as if conjuring up an idea inside of his head before snapping back at me with determination blazing across his face; "Can you do that?"
