Not quite...

“Hey, partner!” she grinned as soon as she heard Syd pick up, feeling pride well over her, “Guess who just booked himself a trip 25 to life?”

“Congrats, Nancy! Good job!”

Just the sound of her partner's voice immediately brought her down from her high. She sounded flat. Disappointed. “What is it?” Nancy frowned.

“Wesson's gone.”

“Gone?!” the word hit Nancy like a fist to the stomach, the air of triumph leaving her. Wesson had been the sure thing, the easy snatch. Beretta was the fighter, hard but necessary to get. Michael Wesson was supposed to be easy to pick up, his intel was what was supposed to put a dent into the cartel's armor. “How?!”

“Your guess is as good as mine!” Disappointment made Syd's voice sound pressed, “I'm at the address. He isn't here. From the looks of it he has never been there...”

“Shit!” Nancy cursed, “Fuck!” Frustrated she kicked Vincent's discarded pants, sending them flying against the wall.

“Hey!!!” Beretta protested, amusement brimming over in his voice.

“Shut up, asshole!” she hissed at him.

“What are you going to do?” she asked Syd, regaining her composure, though her euphoria was well and truly gone now.

“Don't know, Nancy!” her partner replied. “I'm stumped... Looks like the sonofabitch will get away. I don't know what to do.”

“I... fuck...” Nancy began to pace up and down the room, oblivious to the smirk that Vincent watched her with. They needed Wesson, needed him bad. Beretta was a good catch, but Wesson was the money. Running her fingers through her hair she tried to find a solution. There had to be one!

“Alright, Syd, come on, we'll figure this out!” she finally said, “Maybe look around the place?! Could be you missed something...”

“Oh, yeah that sounds like a great idea,” came the sarcastic reply, “Especially since this is my first damn day on the job!”

Nancy felt the blood rush to her cheeks, felt a snarky reply on the tip of her tongue, but bit her lips at the last second. She was pissed. Syd was pissed. Resorting to bickering among each other wouldn't help the situation at all. Taking a deep breath she calmed herself.

“Wesson's gone, huh?!”

Twirling around, Nancy faced Vincent again. The young thug sat in his chair in a relaxed pose that almost made you forget that he was butt naked and his hands were cuffed in front of him. He oozed smugness. “Real weasel, that man!”

Nancy gave him a frown. “You know anything, Vinnie?” she asked.

The look on his face was answer enough.

“Where is he?”

Beretta laughed. “Sure. Let me just do your job for you. I enjoy assisting pigs. That's generally very well-received where I am going!”

Nancy thought for a second, biting her lower lip. “Syd, I'll be back in a bit!” she said, hanging up before her partner had the chance to reply. A small **** for the bitchy comment.

Tossing her phone onto the bed, Nancy turned her full attention towards her captive. “Where is Wesson?”

Beretta snorted. “Why would I tell you?”

Nancy paused. She did her best to keep a calm exterior, but her heart raced. Time was of the essence. Every second wasted here was increasing Wesson's chances at getting away. “Cooperation could get you some benefits... Maybe a reduced sentence, a nicer cell...” she offered. Beretta wanted something and she hoped that something was not just “pissing her off”.

“Benefits? Are you serious?” the gangster laughed out loud, “Sure, why don't I shank myself right here and save all of us some time. People inside see me getting treated well, they know I cooperated. They know I cooperated then... well, let's say my time in prison will be dramatically reduced.”

Nancy felt her mouth twitch with anger. “Alright, what then?” she hissed, her fragile mask of calm breaking to bits, “Want me to find a phone book and go old school on you?!”

The threat hung in the air for a second, but when Vincent leaned back in an ostentatiously relaxed pose, folding his cuffed hands behind his head, she knew it was useless. “Sure,” the criminal mocked her, “I bet you I can hold out until that slimy fuck is in the wind. Then all you have is an internal investigation on your hands...”

The Latina scoffed. “Still worth it!” she mumbled, loud enough for the young, smug fuck to hear, “Alright, Beretta, enough playing around! Tell me what you want or I'll take you away!”

The smirk turned into that chilling, blood-smeared smile again. “Show me your tits, pig!”

Nancy's jaw actually fell. “Wh... what?!” she gasped, incredulous.

“You heard me!” Beretta leaned forward again, the grin devious, “You want that sleazy fuck? I know where he is. You want me to tell you?” He gestured towards her. “Show me those big, fucking titties!”