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Alabama/Abandoned Warehouse
January, 2019



"Alright, guys! I want this shipment ready to move by tomorrow. Those bible thumpers really want some freedom sticks!" Hendrix called out to the other people in the warehouse. Around him were dozens of men and women running around. Some were moving a bunch of pelican cases filled with various American military grade weaponry. Others were moving trucks, vans and other civilian vehicles around, loading them up with the cases. A few others were patrolling the area, all armed with military hardware and fully armoured. It was safe to say that, even in America, movement like this wasn't exactly legal. But that wasn't ever part of the deal. People only contacted Hendrix if they needed some less-than-legal ordinance moved from one place to another...and moved without anyone knowing. He was expensive, but well worth it.

"Hey, Russel! Easy with those RPG's man! I don't want Father Johnson breathing down my neck over some dings and scratches!" he shouted at one of the men moving crate of more less-than-legal weapons. "It's meant to blow up his 'heathens', not us." he muttered under his breath. He sighed and pulled out his packet of cigarettes. Popping one into his mouth, he lit it and took a deep drag before making his way towards one of the pickup trucks. Everything checked out. Licence, registration, everything. There was no way a cop would pull them over. And even if they did...the pistols under the wheels (complete with fake licence as well) would keep them silent if it came down to that.

With everything set, he turned and made his way towards his temporary office in a separate room. He collapsed into his chair, ashed his cigarette on the floor next to some more crates of weapons, then opened the desk drawer to fish out his holster as well as his heavily customised 1911. He looked the weapon over, admiring it for a second before sliding it into the holster along with some extra magazines and strapping the holster to his belt. He really wasn't in the mood for those crazy cultists to shoot him in his "heathen" back.

He sat back and smoked his cigarette, glancing around the room at the other crates they still needed to load. It was going to be a long day...at least the logistics were sorted out.

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Agent Lyra Banks was running the covert op. She had been part of this operation for months, winning some trust. She was in the warehouse, pushing crates around, when Hendrix, the man the CIA had meaning to catch, hollered out a name as he shouted at one of his guys. Johnson? The name didn't ring a bell. But piggies had to stop now, before they went to market.
Lyra tapped the receiver inside her ear. "Pelican. I repeat, Pelican." she whispered. She then turned to the office Hendrix just disappeared into. She waited for the all clear code in her ear, before making her way to the office slowly, pretending to check crates as she went.

When the confirmation came that the warehouse was surrounded, she pulled the Steyr from the small of her back and shouldered her way through the office door, her pistol raised.
"All right, Hendrix. Game over. The law caught up to your little operation. It's over." she said, aiming her pistol at his chest. "Shit's going to blows out there." she said, motioning with her head towards the rest of the warehouse outside the office. The contraband was being seized by the CIA via the Feds.
"Now, we can talk about your sentence, IF you decide to help us get the rest of the syndicate." she said, her Steyr still pointing at his chest.

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When someone came crashing through the door, Hendrix's left hand drew his pistol and his right supported it, aiming at whoever burst into his office. He stared the woman down, not moving a muscle as she spoke. He finally moved when she finished, lowering the gun and sitting back.

"Okay. Firstly, fuck you and fuck the CIA. These extremists are paying me a lot of money for this hardware so you're really throwing a wrench in the operation here. Seriously, this is really gonna hurt my reputation." he spoke flatly, nodding to the stacks of cases around him. "Secondly, who the hell told you I'm part of a syndicate? I'm a freelance delivery guy. I work alone, fuck you very much." his voice rose, almost as if he was outraged by her words.

He took his glasses off and tossed them onto the table, then ashed his cigarette and finished it off. "Now, lower the gun. You look like a moron. At least you have good taste, I'll give you that." he fished out another cigarette and lit it. He took a long drag, held the smoke, then slowly let it out and relaxed. He closed his eyes for a second or two, then looked up back to her.

"Please sit down, you're making me nervous here. And you can stop pretending like the CIA and those dipshits at the FBI had anything to do with uncovering this thing. You're the guys who pay me to arm these uprisings, after all. Now, why don't you tell me what you mean by 'the rest of the syndicate'? Because I am totally lost."

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Hendrix used some colourful language to describe his situation. He then asked where she got the idea of a syndicate from. He doesn't know? Or is he playing me?
"You call them extremists, but what do you know of them, exactly? You think they're just a bunch of people buying weapons? Come on. Not even you can be that stupid. These guys are part of a larger scheme running a front in Alabama."
she said.

At least he seemed to be in a talking mood. She lowered her gun as he asked, but she kept it in her hands as she moved to sit down across from him. When he told her that he is basically in the employ of the CIA, her brow furrowed.
"Wait, what? You're kidding me! They just helped me impound your stuff." she said, a tad of confusion finding its way into her mind.

She had her reservations about asking for this asshole's help on this job, but orders were orders and regardless of what he may know, she still held the leverage in the form of his weapons and reputation. "Listen, the Director needs your help on this, and you'll be paid handsomely for it. These people you are supplying to, you've dealt with them a few times. You know their whereabouts and how they work. We need that intel. Now you claim the CIA funds you. But they didn't tell you jack about this group, have they? What you're getting yourself into? I have all that intel. Help us take them down, and you come out of this alive and rich, which is more than can be said of the previous idiots that supplied to these...extremists." she said, hoping he would agree. She needed this job to be successful. For it to boost her standing within the Agency.

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Hendrix laughed at what she said. "Oh trust me, I know there are bigger fish. But these guys? They literally are just extremists. They just want to bring about the second coming or whatever. They're meaningless...for the most part." he explained as he rocked back and forth on his office chair.

He fully expected her to be shocked by what he said. He didn't blame her. It wasn't exactly in her job description to know about these things. Typical CIA. "Yeah, and? Having this group causing trouble while using both American and Soviet weapons would in theory have given the US reason to move into the Middle East again. But they realized how stupid that plan actually is and pulled out. I fully expect another mess like this next month." he spoke with confidence. In all honesty, this was child's play for the CIA.

She was probably getting annoyed at him, at least that is what it sounded like. But he listened. "Alright. I'll bite." he said with a shrug, killing his cigarette. "Generally I avoid asking questions, it's better that way. But I kniw how to get info. The guys you're looking for are busy with something big. I don't know what. But what I do kniw is how to find them and get the info you want to nail these guys. They're busy with stuff and I was content with simply being the delivery guy on this. But if you say I'll get something out of it to make up for the fact that I'm losing my clients, then deal." he picked up his pistol and holstered it. "I'll help. On a few conditions. One, the guys out there are to be set free and not persecuted. They're harmless and I need them. Two, I get to keep my contacts. If I need something, I don't wanna struggle to get it. And three, none of this gets out. The last thing I need is a stain on my rep. Got that?" his tone of voice was clear that he wasn't playing around...

He rose from his seat. "Alright, Agent Jane Doe. What is your plan?"

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His fuck you attitude was starting to get on her nerves a little. But eventually he agreed.
"One, if they keep their ends clean, there shouldn't be problems. Two and three, duh! We need your rep intact if we're to pull this off, smart ass. So that includes your contacts." she snarked.

He rose up and called her a Jane Doe before asking her the plan. She realised she hadn't introduced herself yet. "It's Agent Banks. And now that you agreed to this, it will go on as planned. I will remain undercover and I will accompany you on the drops. And I'll need all the intel you have as we go. Is that clear?" she asked.

"Now let's get this circus going." she said. She got up and walked to the door, returning her pistol to the small of her back. She then walked out and went to the leading federal agent.
"He agreed to the Agency's terms. We're good to go, so we'll need these weapons and these people." she told him.
"You sure? This is a big risk, Banks. If this goes south, we're all fucked and you know it." he said.
"Which is why have to go about this very carefully. If we do it right, we can round up the whole syndicate." she answered.
"You know the Agency will probably turn around and recruit the bastards you're trying to catch now, don't you?" he asked.
"You sound like Hendrix. Just let this all go and keep it under wraps. We need to keep the cover." she said before walking back to Hendrix.
"We kept our end in releasing everything. You're turn." she told him.

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He gave a shrug and rose from his seat, making sure his pistol was holstered. "Whatever you say, Agen Banks." he quipped as they made their way to the loading area. He put his sunglasses back on as he took a good look at the cops and agents walking around.

He quickly spotted one of his top guys and pulled him off to the side, away from prying eyes and ears. "Seems like things are going to be a little difficult for a while. Take the stuff back to the site." he ordered the man, who in turn gave a nod.

"What about the church, boss?" he asked, glancing at the agents chatting away. "Call it off. Those guys are trouble, anyway. In the meantime, see what small time deals you can work out. Avoid the top dogs, they're hot right now. Stick to small contracts, just to keep the company moving." he spoke as he glanced at the agents as well. "You got it, boss." the man said before walking away, ordering a few guys around.

Hendrix returned to Banks. She gave him his order and he stared at her for a few seconds. "Me and you can go on to the first location. Come on." he spoke casually, albeit with a touch of annoyance, then made his way towards another part of the warehouse. On the way he called over one of his guys, a young man in his early twenties. "Jimmy. Listen closely. You're gonna be our informant with the CIA, got it?" he spoke sternly and with authority, wrapping an arm around the young kid. Before he could even say anything, Hendrix kept going. "This is Agent Banks. She needs info on our operations. I need you to take your phone and take pictures of our operations as the boys pack up. Just keep the pigs out of the frame, alright?" Jimmy gave a nod and Hendrix sent him off to do his thing. "And meet me at my truck once you're done!" he called out after him.

He looked back to Agent Banks. "You need to order your men to take that church out, by the way. They're a nuisance. Meanwhile, me and you are going to start tracking down the top dogs." he spoke as they walked. In the back of the warehouse stood an unassuming Ford pickup truck with some extra storage spaces built into the bed. He pulled the leather covering over the bed, closing it up and hiding some extra items that were stored in the back.

"Get in the back. Jimmy needs to ride shotgun for a bit." he ordered, climbing into the driver's seat.

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Hendrix led the way toward the back of the warehouse with some attitude. Lyra narrowed her eyes at him, but remained silent. She followed him and listened closely when he spoke to a young man. When the kid had left, she looked at Hendrix.
"What are you playing at?" she asked rhetorically. She instinctively knew Hendrix wouldn't reveal anything he didn't want to.

He told her to make the call to take out the church. She was a bit taken aback.
"That seems a bit extreme. You don't think that will alert their bosses that we're on to them? Put you at risk as well?" she asked as if speaking to a child. "I'm all for tracking the big heads, but taking out that church that works for them now, will raise flags." she added. She really hope that he had the brainpower she thought he had. If she had to do all the thinking in this endeavour, she might as well just shoot him now.

They approached a Ford pickup and Hendrix told her to get into the back. She raised an eyebrow at this. "This better be worth it." she said before opening the back door and leaning against the seat while still standing outside, waiting for this Jimmy kid. She looked at Hendrix.
"Look, I don't like this anymore than you do. I'd much rather be on the assignment to Waikiki. At least then I could enjoy some Mai Tais while tailing people rather than traipse around in the back of someone's pickup. But I got this assignment instead. Along with the order of bringing you onboard. So let's just put our differences aside and make the best of this, okay?" she said matter of factly.

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Her concern was certainly justified, but she still had a lot to learn about how the underground show worked. "The hills have eyes and the walls have ears, lady. You think the CIA is the only group who has eyes everywhere? I'm telling you the top dogs already know about this raid and if they see us working together, your little operation is already done. We need to make sure you caught us due to a leak in my movement, as well as a follow-up to take down the group we were supposed to supply. Otherwise this is all for nothing and you simply wasted your time." he explained to her as he sat in the driver's seat.

"Keep in mind, Banks, that these guys you're after are some of the most dangerous individuals on the planet nobody knows about. In order to find and pin them, some drastic steps need to be taken. My guys know how to play their part, so they're safe. The only parts in this is us and your guys." The kid finally returned, phone in hand, and hopped into the passenger seat. "I got the pics." he said with enthusiasm, handing Hendrix his phone. Hendrix checked a few photos and gave a nod before handing back the phone. "Good job, kid. Now, let's move." he said, starting up his truck.

With a roar the truck launched forward, busting through two massive doors in the process. Hendrix raced along the dirt road, checking behind him as several agents looked on in bewilderment over what happened. He kept driving like a maniac for a few minutes before getting on a backroad and calming down. "Your guys will have a bit of a startle, just a fair warning. But my guys will make sure a serious firefight doesn't break out." he explained to her, slowing to a reasonable speed. "There's just one more part to take care of."

He slowed to a halt in a spot close to a few farms and not even a mile away from a gas station. "Jimmy, come on and help me out here." he ordered, getting out of the truck and moving around to the crossover toolbox on the back of it. He walked around and started to open it next to Jimmy.

"What you need, boss?" he asked him, looking to see where he could help. "Thanks for being a good cover up." Hendrix quipped, before drawing his pistol and pressing the barrel right underneath Jimmy's head, pulling the trigger and spraying a fine red mist out the top of the kid's head. He looked down at him for a second before taking a glove from his toolbox and moving the phone to make sure it was visible enough if someone found the body.

He closed his toolbox, walked back to his seat, then drove off. "That's what I was getting at. Now apparently my leak is taken care of." he answered her question finally. He had his hand on his gun in case she tried to attack him.

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Hendrix shortly explained the method behind his seeming madness. Lyra pursed her lips as she jumped in the back before they sped out the warehouse and into the country. Hendrix rambled on, but Lyra hardly heard him, as she was trying to convince herself to get with his program rather than her own. She knew that if she didn't, she would likely lose her life. She merely replied with an appropriate "Hm."

Before long, Hendrix slowed down and stopped not far from the local gas station. He called for the kid to come and help him. She turned in her seat and watched through the rear window as he rummaged through a toolbox as he spoke to the kid. The next moment he blew a hole through the boy's head. Lyra closed her eyes in disgust and sunk back down in her seat. She suppressed a sigh as Hendrix got back into the truck, before she climbed through the center to the front seat. Hendrix finished his explanation as she did so. "Well, I hope it was worth it." she quipped.

They drove off in some direction. "Who will you be shooting next, or is the gun going to be holstered for a while?" she asked. She tried to stop judging, but this man had the same disregard for life as the CIA. She had always struggled to accept all of the double standards of the Agency, now she had to work with this man that seemed to have the same mindset. It seemed the universe was sending her a sign to just accept the shit and move on. Easier said than done, though.
"Where do we start?" she asked more amicably to try and keep the peace

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