Ryo, Dee and our Asian recruits hid out of sight as they gained closer and closer towards the old abandoned warehouse near an old unused jetty really far from New York City. They prepared themselves with their guns and were waiting for Dee, who was ahead of them all, to give the cue to attack.
The foursome has been catching up with the case of smuggled drugs and have been talking and asking a lot of people who might be involved with this case on any information about it. Most of them weren’t too cooperative and refused to talk even though they were given the hard way. They also did a lot of secret investigating and following the suspect Stanley Blue close to his heels but they were still unable to get anything out of him. It was only recently that Ryo and Dee were woken up in the middle of the night by Jinggo and Joned ringing the door bell. Dee was forced out of the bed and was sent to answer it.
“Who is it?” Dee asked groggily. His sleepy eyes came into focus and saw that it was the tall Jinggo and the short Joned standing at the door. Without waiting to be asked in, they dashed in quickly and slammed the door shut, as if trying to block out anyone who might be chasing them. Dee was wide awake now when he asked, “Do you guys know what time it is? What are you guys doing here?”
“Got any place that’s more private than the doorway?” Joned looked frantically around, looking more panicked than his partner Jinggo as usual. “You got any place where no can ever hear us?”
“We’ve got a clue about Stanley Blue,” Jinggo replied before Dee could even ask the question. Joned’s panicky commotion had brought Ryo out of his slumber land and soon, they were all in the study room talking about the duo’s find. It turned out that our daredevils Jinggo and Joned actually followed Stanley Blue and his crew to a restaurant and when the villain was about to finish his dinner, they quickly rushed to the parking lot and snuck into the villain’s trunk, hitching a ride all the way into Stanley Blue’s territory and were able to eavesdrop on Stanley Blue’s conversation with another man who called himself Lionel Maltose and were striking a deal on getting the latest batch of coke. When they have heard enough and was about to get away from there, they were almost mauled by Stanley Blue’s Alsatian dogs—5 of them altogether! They were lucky that they climbed out of the gate just in the nick of time before the guards came out to see who it was that aroused the dogs.
“You guys are the most suicidal recruits I’ve ever seen!” Ryo said in horror. “You could’ve been caught, or worse, killed!”
“Now that’s what I call serious police business!” Dee, on the other hand, was impressed. “Way to go, guys! We don’t even get this close into investigating a case before. You’re earning credits as you go!”
“Well, that’s what we do when we were working as private detectives back home!” Joned said proudly. Jinggo remained silent, but his very slightly curled lips showed that he was proud of his job well done.
So there they were at the abandoned warehouse, bracing themselves for any incoming threat. After seeing that everything is coastal clear, Dee signaled them to move. Quickly, they rushed into the warehouse as soundlessly as possible and crouched behind a large oil tank, waiting for their next cue to move.
Soon, the foursome heard the sound of an incoming car, almost like a Volkswagen type of car engine. They ducked out of sight and peered from the edges of the tank. A few moments later, the person they were waiting for has entered the building—Stanley Blue, in the flesh. His face matched the description of the picture in his files: sallow skin, long unkempt hair and a pair of striking copper-brown eyes, almost like a hawk. Dee grinned.
“Yup, that’s our man alright. Let’s see what plans they have next.”
After looking left and right to check if he was safe and secure, Stanley Blue gestured one of his men to go to the jetty to “check and see if the coke has arrived”. The man nodded and went off with a thrice. Dee, using eye contact, gestured Jinggo and Joned to check it out while they stay there and keep watch. Jinggo and Joned nodded and slinked their way out of the warehouse and out into the jetty, following the man’s trail.
While the Asian recruits went out to check out on things, Ryo and Dee remained in the warehouse to see if there were any progress on this deal and to see if there were any loose ends they could step in without having to alert them or call for backup. About a few minutes later, another sound of an incoming car was heard, probably a Volvo. They hid out of sight again. When they peeked out of their tanks, they saw a man with the darkest hair you’ve ever seen and a silver streak in the middle. He had a pair of beetle eyes but they were as cold as dark tunnels. He was followed by another man who had silver blonde hair and gray unkind eyes. A few more men in dark suits tailed behind them.
“Ah, my favourite customers,” Ryo quickly turned on the tape recorder he had brought along to gather evidence as soon as Stanley Blue started talking. “Mr. Lionel Maltose and Mr. Simon Sez. Welcome to our ritual gathering.”
“Cut the chase, Blue,” the silver-streaked hair man called Mr. Simon Sez (I know, stupid name, but I was in a funny mood) said coldly. “Where is the coke? You gotta deliver the dirty drugs before you can get the clean money.”
“Relax, Simon, no need to rush,” Stanley replied coolly. “You’ll get the coke. I’ve called my men to check it out. They’ll bring it in soon. While we wait, why don’t we have a cool drink of real Coke, hmm?”
“I wonder how are Jinggo and Joned doing right now,” Ryo whispered to Dee’s ear while he took out his mini camera and took some pictures of Stanley and the other men Lionel Maltose and Simon Sez. Dee nodded in agreement.
Good question, ‘coz while the Dynamic Duo are spying at their target, Jinggo and Joned were having a bigger target at hand—waiting for the boat that carries the coke to arrive and waiting for the chance to capture them red-handed. They sat huddled together behind a mouldy crate and waited for the right moment.
Soon, the sound of water splashing was heard. They craned their necks to see who was coming before they stared in awe—the coke deliverer was actually coming to the jetty rowing a small boat which was practically ignorable to other people’s eyes. The person rowing the boat was also wearing a fishing outfit and was carrying fishing gear to make him look like he was out on a typical night fishing. A practically foolproof disguise!
As he rowed closer and closer towards the jetty, Stanley’s man walked up to the end of the jetty and waited. As soon as the guy reaches the jetty, he opened the cold thermos container which was supposedly filled with fish. It was, until the guy poured out the fish and opened the bottom of the thermos container and poured out its contents. Packets upon packets of white powder came showering out of the container. Stanley’s man took one of the packets, opened it and tasted it from the tip of his little finger. He nodded and muttered, “You’re clear.”
“Where’s my dough? You said there’s something in it for me if I do the job well,” the man on the boat demanded.
“Sure,” Stanley’s man replied as he pulled out a gun quicker than you can say “Look out!” He aimed it at the man’s forehead and said, “Just right here.”
BANG!!! The fire was shot. The man immediately fell motionless onto the floor of the boat. He acted quickly. First he threw in the fishes and anything else heavy into the thermos container, then got a rope from the boat and tied it to one of the dead man’s leg. Later he threw away everything else that was in the boat and capsized it before shoving it out into the vast open sea. Jinggo and Joned stared in awe.
“No wonder the cops here couldn’t find any evidence against them!” Joned hissed excitedly. “They practically clean up after themselves!”
“Looks like they’re not so simple after all,” Jinggo whispered. “Come on, let’s go get him before he rushes off to deliver the goods to that Stanley guy.”
With that, Jinggo took his partner by the wrist and rushed quickly towards the man who was stuffing all the packets of coke into a briefcase. It was two against one, so within a matter of minutes, Jinggo and Joned had apprehended the man and had the briefcase in their possession.
Inside the warehouse, everyone else heard the gunshot but didn’t seem to move. It seemed as if they were used to that kind of gunshot. Ryo and Dee looked at each other with mixed feelings—what was that gunshot? Are Jinggo and Joned OK out there? Has anything happened to the duo? Stanley heard the gunshot too. He smiled as if it was all too familiar for him and said, “Ah, our shipment has arrived.”
“Freeze!!! Nobody moves!!! This is the police!!!”
Ryo and Dee practically wanted to topple down to the floor when they heard their new recruits barging into the warehouse and Joned shouting like he has brought the end of the world onto Earth. They have practically blown their cover. There’s no use hiding now. Ryo and Dee came out of their hiding place and aimed their guns at the surprised lot of criminals. Simon Sez glared at Lionel Maltose and Stanley Blue venomously.
“You double-crossed me, you son of a…”
“We didn’t do it! Honest! We had no idea they’re here!” Stanley replied, his voice steady but his face tense with shock.
“Alright, guys,” Dee said as he moved towards the recruits. “We’ve got you now, Stanley. There’s nowhere to run and nowhere to hide. We’ve got pictures and a recording of your conversation. You can’t wipe that evidence clean now.”
“Yeah, and we’ve got your goods too!” Joned said as he held up the briefcase of coke for them to see.
“We’ve called for backup and they’ll be arriving soon. You can’t escape now,” Jinggo said, his cold eyes as if bearing into the minds of those criminal who were trapped like rats.
“Who do you call for backup?” Ryo whispered, not taking his eyes away from the criminals.
“No one,” Joned replied sheepishly. “It was just a bluff. We thought you called.”
“You mean to tell me no one has called for backup yet?!” Dee hissed.
“Nope,” Jinggo replied briefly, his face remained cold and nonchalant.
“Great, just great! How are we—Yagh!!”
Dee’s complaint was cut short when someone behind the three main criminals took out his gun and shot at them, barely missing inches from Dee’s shoes. Immediately, the whole warehouse became a shooting frenzy. Fires were shot everywhere and they scattered around like ants. The foursome had to give chase, firing shots as they went. Fighting as in butt-kicking and face-punching assured. In the midst of all the commotion and confusion, Ryo managed to finally call the NYPD HQ for backup. About a few minutes later, backup came and the whole place was surrounded. The criminals were finally apprehended.
“Good work, everyone!” the inspector had actually took the liberty to come along to this heist and was congratulating the Dynamic Duo Ryo and Dee. “It took us almost years to try and catch these criminals red-handed. How did you guys manage?”
“Well, we can’t take all the credit,” Ryo said. “We had a little help.”
“Yeah, and it was those two cool Asian recruits!” Dee agreed with a thumbs-up.
“Them?” the inspector was slightly surprised. “But where are they?”
That was when the Dynamic Duo realized that their recruits were missing. They went back into the warehouse to look for them. They searched the whole area until they reached a secluded end of the building. They were shocked to find that Jinggo was sitting motionless on the solid ground, his dark eyes going blank as he cradled Joned’s head that was lying on his lap. He had a serious gunshot wound on his gut and was bleeding terribly. There were a few bruises here and there on both Jinggo and Joned’s body but those weren’t the issue. The issue was that Joned was seriously hurt and needed medical attention.
“Jinggo! What are you doing here?!” Ryo asked, horrified at that sight. “Why didn’t you carry him out and ask for help? What you are you doing sitting around here?”
“Hey, we need an ambulance here ASAP!!!” Dee yelled out loud at his fellow colleagues that were nearby. One of them quickly rushed outside to his car to radio in for an ambulance. Ryo went over to Jinggo to see if he was OK, because despite the huge commotion about him, what with Dee shouting impatiently for the ambulance and the paramedics to hurry up and the sound of the ambulance and the police car sirens blaring, Jinggo hadn’t moved an inch.
“Jinggo? Are you alright? Are you OK?” Ryo tried to shake Jinggo in vain. “Jinggo, Joned’s alright. He’s going to be alright. The paramedics are here. He’s still alive, Jinggo, don’t worry. Jinggo…?”
Realizing that he wasn’t going to move at all, Ryo called for Dee and, together, tried to pull him up to his feet. He didn’t fight it. He just let them do whatever they want. He showed no indication of reacting to anything of any kind, not even when the inspector tried to thank him for his cooperation. His eyes trailed over towards Joned who was slipped on the breathing mask and was carried into the ambulance before driving off. He hadn’t uttered a word.
And that’s what scared Ryo and Dee.
They had never seen a blanker pair of eyes than this.
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