The Broken Pieces novel Chapter 42

"Yes?"

His blonde hair fell over his eyes as he glared at me, "I thought you said this party would work." He opens his arms wide open and gestured at the sickening party around us before complaining again, "they're not here. Where's the super fun spy shit? You playin' me?"

I resisted the urge to punch the shit out the boy and walk away, leaving him to the wolves. Instead I nodded my head and watched to room carefully as he continued to whine and moan about shit he can't control. Rich daddy paid for us to fix his sons mistakes, instead of doing himself. I hated cases like this.

My eyes scanned the room, it was too quiet.

Abruptly bullets started and I grabbed Adam and pulled him to the hard title floor. As I crawled over to a safe spot, Adam followed and amusement arising in his voice, "this is so cool!" He screamed over the gun fire.

I prayed to God that I would have enough strength to deal with him.

I flipped the buffet table over and used it as cover. The ear piece in my ear rang with orders and I listened for my name. "Bowmen," Lance, the captain of our mission screamed into the ear piece, "get the little fucker out of here. We'll deal with the rest." After hearing the command, I instant got to work.

I took the handkerchief out of my suit pocket and stuffed it into the Adam's open mouth. "Shut the fuck up." He nodded, terror finally reaching his eyes and he instantly stopped talking. Smart boy.

I quickly scanned our surroundings; the sounds of bullets decreased but that didn't mean we were in the clear yet. A bullet shot out and almost like slow motion, it hit the small metal string which held the large chandelier to the ceiling. Instantly the chandelier came crashing down, taking my chance, I grab Adam by the arm of his suit and pulled him towards the doors of the balcony. Ceased for a second before a large crashing sound exploded around the room in with the mix of screams.

When we made it to the balcony, I scanned below at the shrubs. We're not that high. As I calculated our fall, Adam cried in shock, "my chandelier! My 50 thousand chandelier," he jabbed one of his big sausage fingers at me accusingly, "you guys better pay me back for that."

I roll my eyes before glancing back at the ballroom.

It's time.

I walk over to the spoiled rich boy and smirk, "well next time, don't piss off the wrong kind of people and maybe the DOD won't have to help you then."

I pick him up and throw him over my shoulder before walking over and tossing him over the railing.

I rolled my shoulders and grumbled as Jason, my new best friend laughed at my story.

"You threw his ass?!" He barked out a laugh, and I couldn't help but smile at his antics.

"Yeah," I shrugged, "I know it's unprofessional but I knew he wouldn't jump if I asked him to."

We sat in the comfortable chairs in the break room of the police station. I held a ice pack in my hand and placed it on my shoulder as Jason ate some confiscated fruit snacks one of the cops got from a kid who tried to rob a 7-11.

Apparently karma got my ass good because while the trust fund kid ended up without a scratch, I ended up landing wrong and hurt my shoulder.

Wait, I know that name...

Imagines of the blond hair asshole popped into my mind as I remembered his old bullshit.

It's good to know that he got what was coming to him. He was a big ass snitch when we were kids; telling the teacher when I cheated on a quiz in the 2nd grade. Dumbass, it's a quiz, it doesn't mean shit.

Out of curiosity I continue to scan the case, especially Tomas' information.

Name: Tomas Knox McCoy

Age: 27 years old

Profession : Accountant

Gender: Male

Date of Birth: September 6