by Fresh8 on Mon Jan 10, 2011 10:33 pm
Chapter 26
Sit was woken up in the middle of the night by his phone vibrating on his bedside table. It had actually been ringing for a while. Sit reached over and tried to ‘feel’ where his phone was. His eye lids were pretty heavy from the best sleep he had experienced in weeks. God damn it, he thought to himself as he finally was able to get a hold of his phone. It stopped vibrating and Sit grabbed it off the table and put it down next to him on the bed. He grabbed a pillow and put it over his head as he rolled over to sleep face up. Suddenly, his phone started to vibrate again.
“Hello…” Sit answered, his voice was croaky.
“Good morning Mr Sit,” a voice replied, “I’m sorry to wake you up at this hour.”
“Yeah…” Sit muttered, “…What’s up?”
“This is Vince,” Vince stated, “I think I’ve just caught one of your players in a drug bust tonight. It’s just a heads up for you. We’re still investigating.”
“What? You wake me up for that?” Sit said, still sounding groggy.
“I thought you’d like to know if your players were in trouble.”
“What?” Sit wasn’t comprehending.
“I will call you in the morning,” Vince gave up.
Sit hung up and went back to sleep.
“Alright, get those guys out of here,” FBI Agent Thompson ordered after putting his phone back in his pocket.
Members of the Seattle Police Department had rocked up on the scene and tried to make some arrests.
“They’re under federal jurisdiction now,” Vince told the officers.
“What authority do you have?” one of the Seattle detectives said, “This is a local drug bust.”
Vince laughed at the chubby and balding detective, “This is my authority.”
He took his ID out and put it in the detective’s face whilst thinking, What an amateur!
“This is a lot bigger than your puny little police department Detective. If you want to continue hindering a federal investigation then go ahead,” Vince warned him, “This is a big international drug ring we’re trying to bust so you better listen to everything I say.”
The detective wasn’t happy, “We got our guys at the other place right now. This is our thing.”
Vince nodded, “Good point.”
He turned and whipped out his phone, “Get your guys to take over at the house. I will be over there soon.”
Vince didn’t even say goodbye to the chubby detective as he grabbed his partner and a few officers to race across town. As they walked out of the club, they passed the four suspects who were handcuffed and sitting on the ground next to a cop car. Vince’s partner looked down at the one who he thought was familiar looking.
“Not looking too pretty there ha?” he taunted.
The man cursed and kicked at him. Vince pulled his partner away.
“Not much of a Stealth fan?”
Vince’s partner laughed, “No way! Go Warriors!”
The ride to the house didn’t take long. As the officers rolled up into the street, they could see the police lights flashing in the distance. There must have been up to fifty police officers and FBI agents on the scene. Vince jumped out of the car after it was parked and raced to the front door. One of the FBI agents spotted him and came to meet him.
A Seattle Police detective tried to speak to him, “Agent Thompson…”
Vince brushed him off and spoke to the agent, “What’s the situation?”
“A lot of illicit substances on site sir,” he stated, “We were able to detain three males and one female.”
Vince smiled, “Good. It’s been a good night boys. Let’s pack it up after everything has been done. Leave the dirty work for the coppers here.”
Vince turned to the detective, “Did you want to speak to me?”
The detective shook his head and walked off.
Sit woke up a few hours later. He had vaguely remembered someone waking him up in the middle of the night. He looked at his phone and saw a couple of missed calls. He had one voice message. He listened to it.
“Mr Sit,” it was Sit’s secretary, “We got a message overnight about one of the players being arrested and detained. You need to call the office quickly.”
“What the hell!” Sit yelled out before quickly dialing a number to call.
His secretary must have been waiting for his call as she picked up before it even rang, “Mr Sit! This is really bad news. Two FBI agents are waiting for you down here to talk to you.”
“Do you know who it is?”
“I don’t know who they are…”
“No! I meant which of the players?”
The secretary giggled, “Oh! No… sorry!”
Sit breathed in deeply, “Ok… I’m coming down now.”
It took him about half an hour to get downtown. He walked into his office where Agent Thompson was waiting for him. His partner was having a drink of coffee and chatting with the secretary. Sit shot him an icy glare as he took a seat and the secretary scurried off, closing the door behind her.
“May I help you gentlemen?” Sit asked.
Vince laughed, “No need to be polite Sit!”
Sit was trying to be patient but he really wanted to know who it was, “One of my players was arrested last night and I want you to not dodge around the bush and tell me who it was.”
Vince explained, “We’re here for that reason. We will get to that soon. How was your weekend by the way?”
Sit shouted, “God damn it Vince! Stop fucking around with me!”
Vince and his partner sat there in silence. Vince cleared his throat and told Sit who it was.
News spread quickly during the morning and by the middle of the day, the media had arrived and waited outside the Seattle branch of the FBI. They were waiting for a press conference with a statement from the FBI and hopefully confirmation that an American sports star had been arrested overnight as part of a global drug sting. Vince was responsible for the operation on the West Coast and so he had the honor of answering questions. He had just returned from the meeting with Sit and faced the journalists on the steps outside the branch building.
“I confirm that an international drug sting operation has been undertaken overnight,” Vince briefed the media, “Intelligence agencies in five different countries have made arrests in the past 24 hours. I confirm that we have arrested eight individuals overnight here in Seattle. I will not release any more details or information about the suspects themselves.”
The clicks and flashes from the cameras were distracting for Vince. He was a tall, lanky man who towered over everyone and as he paused to give the reporters time to scribble down notes, he had to lean down to grab his glass of water. Vince drank the rest of what was left in his glass before leaning over to put it back on the short table that was a makeshift lectern for the press conference.
“I’m glad to say that the international operation was a major success,” Vince said, “We have busted one of the largest and most complicated drug networks in the World. The Bureau will be continuing investigations in the following days so that we can collect additional evidence to lay charges against the individuals who have been arrested.”
One reporter shouted, “Can you confirm that a high profile sportsman has been detained by the FBI like the Chinese tennis coach in Hong Kong?”
Vince shook his head, “I cannot confirm that sorry. I will not answer any questions.”
Vince turned to walk back into the building as his colleagues pushed the media throng back off the steps so that they could not chase Vince inside.