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over yet. Don't wanna spook him before it's time... speaking of which.” He looked straight at Abbey. “Your wire working ok? With the traffic and blindspots around the warehouse we won't know when the exchange has started until they say the magic words.”
     
    She tested it with a few taps on her shirt. “Yep. Good to go, sir.” she said, trying to keep her spirits up and not let any hint of regret seep into her voice. The amount of intel Micah gave her was staggering, so much so she had the Black Asphalt MC's drop points and exchange spots planned out for the next five months.
     
    But none of that mattered. It all came down to tonight.
     
    “Good. Let's do this!” barked Mulder and the various leaders filed out. Abbey followed them and then got back into her car.
     
    Tears formed in her eyes. I love you Micah. I love you so much, please don't die. Please forgive me. She started the engine and drove away, to bring her lover to his final fight and enjoy the freedom one last night...
     
    ***
     
    “Why the fuck is she coming along?” said Spider, his voice low and threatening.
     
    Micah didn't lose a step as they entered the warehouse. “It's some asshole from back east, probably from the Hamptons, not some Colombian motherfucker with a machete to grind. She'll be fine, it's all casual.”
     
    Abbey squeezed his hand and kissed him on the cheek. Please keep it casual, baby. I don't want to see you hurt. Don't die on me. With each step she felt her Beretta rub against her skin. Please don't make me use it, Micah.
     
    “East coast." Luke lit a cigarette even though he never smoked a day in his life. "Maybe they can throw in some of that Wall Street blow, a little friendly gesture for meeting way the fuck out here."
     
    “If you want some snow kid, I know some brothers south of the border that can help with that. More pure than the crap they're peddling in New York.” Rick growled while Pedro coughed awkwardly.
     
    The five walked through the place, stepping over tumbled crates and walking through patches of sporadic light. Old Joe stayed outside, guarding the motorcycles. A man in a black suit and tie awaited them with a briefcase in hand; his bodyguards at his side.
     
    “You must be Micah!” he called out and laid his briefcase atop a waist high crate, already snapping open the clasps.
     
    “The one and only!” returned Micah, gesturing for Pedro to hand him the duffel bag. He spoke again when they were all cross from the man. “I've gotta say, damn refreshing dealing with a man whose dressed sharp and already popping open the cash.”
     
    “Ah, we're just businessmen here Micah.” He turned the case around. “Ten mill.”
     
    Abbey watched intently as Micah propped the bag on the crate and saw little bags of white jumbling inside. “Forty pounds of crystal.” She shuddered at how he said it and imagined SWAT teams storming out of their trucks now. “You know... you're a strange man. You've got all that green to burn and you asked for this when you could've gotten some high quality coke anywhere else.”
     
    Abbey saw the man's eyes dilate and his stance shift. Something wasn't right here. “Ah, but where else can I get high quality crystal?”
     
    Micah laughed. “It's cheap as hell to make. Shit you could've made your own lab with that kind of money. But I don't care. Money is money. Just be careful with it, the stuff will rot your teeth out.”
     
    “Now that's the kind of attitude I can respect. Ten million dollars for forty pounds of methamphetamines.” Is he another cop? Mulder didn't say anything about another cop. The way he said things so clearly made her heart pound.
     
    “Deal.” said Micah but before he could reach the case gunshots rang out and Pedro had fallen to the ground, smoking in a spreading pool of his blood.
     
    “DEA! Freeze!” shouted Spider, holding the smoking gun. Rick and Luke ducked beneath a crate while the man in the suit and his three men pulled