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Wire rushes towards the table we’re all sitting at. “You guys are fucking legends!” Tuesday giggles over Wire’s pathetic fangirling. However, the whole family has gone up in my estimation. I look over at Marx and I see the same thing in his eyes.
Recently, we got called in to help find a truckload of girls that the Demon Spawn MC had been transporting. It was such a massive job that Wire couldn’t handle all the surveillance and hacking on his own, so he reached out to a friend he knew who then put us into contact with a family of hackers and security experts willing to help, which I’m guessing now was the Tombs family. We never met them, all contact had taken place online or on burner phones. With their help, we got all the girls back to their families.
“Wait, that was you guys?” I ask no one, in particular, looking at the siblings. Tuesday shrugs her shoulders as she pops the last of her cone in her mouth and August tips his head in confirmation.
“Shit, that was some good work. Without your help we would never have found them,” Marx states, Wire nodding his head behind him. August waves off the compliment.
“It’s what we do. Right Dayz, are you ready?”
Tuesday slaps her tiny hand on the table before standing up. “Let’s do this shit, brothers! Biological AND MC” she says with a snort giggle and for some goddamn reason, all us big imposing bastards follow the little woman like she’s the fucking Pied Piper.
Wire rushes ahead to open the shed door like a goddamn butler and I have no idea why that pisses me off. I shove him with my shoulder a little as I walk past. I know it’s an asshole move, but I don’t really care at this point. I just want to get back to watching Tuesday work her magic.
“Wire? Do you think you could bring a laptop in here and maybe do some research on the name that I’m gonna get out of our guest here?” Tuesday asks sweetly as she turns to look at Wire. Dude looks like he’s going to come in his pants at this request, and I can’t help but growl a little. What the fuck is wrong with me? I catch Marx’s eye as he raises his eyebrows at me before I turn to look at the wall and pull myself the fuck together.
“Hell yeah Tuesday, I’ll be right back” Wire slams the door wide open in his haste to collect up all his geek shit and get back to the show. I watch as Tuesday pulls something out of her oversized hoodie pocket and grins at her brother’s.
“Aw, shit Tav, did you bring that shit? You know I hate when she uses that fucking thing!” Jules grits out, disgust written all over his face.
“Fuck’s sake Tav! We spoke about this!” August joins in while Tuesday looks ecstatic and Tav laughs his ass off.
“Ok fuckers, what the fuck is in the jar? Enlighten us because this has been a fucking circus so far and I need to get a handle on whatever the hell is going on here before I lose my goddamn mind,” Marx barks out.
“This” Tuesday gestures as she holds up a glass jar with water and some stuff floating in it “Is my friend the Candiru fish. This sneaky little bugger usually lives in the Amazon, but I’ve replicated its usual environment in a tank at home so I can breed them. Anyway, this little guy likes to swim up the urethra of unsuspecting gentlemen bathers.” I feel a little queasy and as I look around the room, I can see matching looks of horror on my brother’s faces, mixed in with the disgusted looks on the Tombs brothers’ faces. Well, all except Tav.
“Hold up, so that fish swims into dudes’ pee holes?” Rider says, looking a little green.
“Yup,” Tuesday says, popping the “p”. “Given that most of my job requires me to interrogate penis owners, I’ve found that this little guy is the best incentive. Dudes really don’t like things crawling up their dicks, you know?” she cocks her head looking at us and I’m not sure if I should look at her in admiration or fear. Marx runs his massive paw of a hand over his face and then gestures at her to carry on. I think he’s given up. I look over and see Jules give Tav the evil eye, whilst mumbling.
“Smart ass fucker knows I hate that thing”. Tuesday walks over to Alan, who is still completely out to it. She runs a hand gently through his hair whilst cooing at him.
“Oh, Alan, wakey wakey my friend. We still have a way to go in this little chat,” Alan rouses himself, tensing a little before sniveling again. Tuesday claps her hands together.
“Ok buddy. Right, so first off, the man that gave you the hit on 1172 Mercury, was that the same guy you work for now?” Tuesday takes a seat and waits patiently.
“N-no, that guy was different. The same company, though. Or business or whatever.”
“Whatever do you mean, Alan? Are you saying that there is a small business out there hiring lowlifes like you to murder and watch innocent people?” Alan shrugs his shoulders, then starts to cry again. “The guy who asked me to watch this Rhodes guy, he’s the boss. The guy who first contacted me about the hit was a lower street guy, looking to recruit new members. I swear I don’t know anything else about how this all works! Please, just stop!” He’s really blubbering now and Tuesday is just looking at her nails like she has all the time in the world. She lets out a big sigh and leans forward, gripping one of Alan’s thighs and squeezing so hard I can see blood bubble up through the hole where she screwed him to the chair. He squeaks and stops crying.
“I need a name, Alan. Who is the man you’ve been working for?”
Alan clears his throat
“H-his name is Nado, N-nado Kraykowski. He’s going to kill me, he’s going to fucking kill me!” I can hear typing in the background and turn to see Wire doing his thing. I was so mesmerized by Tuesday that I didn’t even notice his return.
“Nado Kraykowski, an orphan, grew up on the streets of Poland before emigrating here under what looks to be dodgy circumstances. Self-made man owns a series of strip joints in and around Texas. His business seems to be growing. Apparently has a penchant for underaged girls and is said to be mixed up in trafficking, but nothing ever sticks. Why the fuck is he looking into your ass, Rhodie?” Wire looks up completely baffled, but I can’t answer that.
“I have no fucking clue who this guy is. I’ve never heard of him. Do you think this has something to do with Demon Spawn and that shipment of girls we stopped?” I look toward my Prez.
“Nah, that was all of us. Why watch my enforcer rather than me? None of this makes any fucking sense,” Marx grunts out. Tuesday is staring off into space, a little frown on her face.
“Alan, have you always worked for the same company, so to speak?”
“Yeah, they recruited me. That hit was my first job to prove my loyalty. I’ve only ever worked for them. Please, I’ve told you everything I know. If you let me live, I’ll promise to disappear. You’ll never see me ever again. Please, just let me go!” he pleads with her.
“Nope,” Tuesday answers back and before we can do anything, she pulls a small handgun out of her hoody pocket and pops one in Alan, straight between the eyes. Or where his eyes would be if they weren’t still covered with a piece of his thigh. “Ah dammit! Didn’t get to use my fish! Ah well, maybe next time.” She shrugs, and like a well-oiled machine, her brothers work on cleanup.
Chapter 4
