Chapter 61: Special Forces!

Susan, despite knowing her female boss's fears about her request and noticing that she was in shock, couldn't help but beg for her uncle and by men old friend. The tall, short-haired, and skillful woman went too far, and she knew it, and yet she didn't stop, not even when Bella said:
"I'm sorry, Susan. I can't risk my life or my son's life."
"But Miss Hahn, if it weren't for my uncle Evan, we would never have met, and perhaps you wouldn't have had a female servant as faithful as me, and he was the one who took care of me while I was in the hospital recovering."
"And while Theo and I were in the hands of that damned Johnny. "
"Yes, but it was that alleged traitor who forged new documents for you and Theo to New York. He was always in the shadows helping. He never agreed with Johnny's ideas, but when he found himself surrounded by traitors, who sold themselves for money and a street corner to rule, he realized that if he were to explicitly oppose all of that, not only he, but Mr. Robinson would certainly die.”
“That's not why Mr. Cole and Fletcher haven't been killed yet, but because they're the oldest and Johnny's father must have said that they've been with my father for a long time. It's a matter of concern, in quotes. Johnny must think that his uncle and Mr. Robinson have some kind of influence with the others, but if he stops to think, most of those who are serving him now weren't in my father's or my brother's time. So, any influence they have won't work anymore.”
“All the more reason for you to accept my request and welcome them both. Please!”
Bella observed Susan for a few minutes before giving her answer, “Ahhh! I will accept your uncle and his friend, but they will not come near my son, not even in a thought, at least until I know if they are truly trustworthy. However, before bringing them to my team, they will both have to prove that they are in my favor. I will think of something and tell you later.” Bella climbs the stairs of her luxury apartment with an expression of frustration, not speaking to her female advisor for the rest of the day. 
Susan, noticing the tendency that her boss would not speak to her the next day too, tries to break the silence by bringing up a subject:
“I have news that Gavin is coming with 3 more soldiers with orders to kill you and Theo.”
“Son of a bitch!” Bella clenched her fists in anger and then continued "I will let your uncle and Mr. Robinson comes to my team, but on condition that he discovers where Gavin is hiding and if he finds out, I will give him the chance for real to join my team."
  However, without Susan knowing, Bella gathered three of her best men, Mackenzie, Luke and Miller, giving them the photo, characteristics and everything they would need to monitor him closely. Bella also gives them information about the private jet that belonged to her family, and the three of them split up to obey their boss. Miller, who was experienced in hacker, entered the aviation system, needing only a few minutes to find out when and where the private plane would land and what surprise Gavi and his companions would land at the smallest airport in NY, which is in Queens.
 “Idiots! Did you think you would go unnoticed, and soon for me? I used to be in the Special Forces, Baby.” 
“And you were kicked out for bad behavior,” Mackenzie teases. “It was on purpose. It was past my time to be good.”
 “Man, you're a bum yourself,” Luke says jokingly and smiles, making the work a little more relaxed, and those who didn't like it at all were Makenzie, who has a reputation for being the toughest and most grumpy member of Bella's team.
“Stop the bullshit and tell us what matters. What a pain!”
“Yikes! See! I forgot that Mr. annoying as fuck was here.” Luke, who has a personality opposite to Makenzie's, continues the joke.
“That's why I'm the leader and not you guys.”
“Miss Bella knows that you're annoying enough to bore us and get us to do our job to get rid of you.” Miller completes his friend's reasoning.
“I don't care what people think of me. I just do my job and ask you to do yours.”
“Okay Mackenzie. Don't stress, the plane will land today at 9:30 pm and, like I said, at the Queens airport.”
“We still have seven hours to get ready. Everyone is to be at their posts at nine o'clock, Miller, you're the only one who will have to go early because you need to get access to the video room. Don't forget they are communicators.” 
  Miller, who was the first to arrive, gets past the security guards and reaches the video room using only his old special forces card and a bit of his smooth talk. Inside the room, he is greeted by a slightly overweight security guard with a lazy demeanor enjoying a donut with coffee. 
“Do you want a piece?” the security guard asks with his mouth full. “"No, thank you! You can rest assured."
"My name is Palmer."
"Nice to meet you!" But Mr. Palmer, could you explain to me how all this works?”
“Oh sure!” Palmer begins to explain everything to Miller, who quickly learns how the main buttons work. Now he has to continue with the plan, and how will he get rid of the friendly security guard? Simple:
“Look at the monitor on your right, it looks like there’s turmoil starting.”
“Really? Where?” While the security guard was distracted looking for the riot, Miller took the opportunity to put some liquid laxative in his coffee.
“I couldn’t find it. Can you tell me exactly where that riot you saw is?”
“Now that I’m watching better, I think it was just a group of friends passing by. I’m sorry, friend.”
“Not because of that. Did you call me a friend?”
“Yes. Did you think it was forced?”
“That’s not it. A few years ago, I tried to join the special forces, but I was rejected. They treated me like a piece of trash, and it was all because I was overweight and at the time my belly wasn’t even as big as it is now. If they had treated me like a friend, I would have done everything I could to improve and join later, but they were cruel. After that, I took a police test and passed, but in the end I ended up, here in front of these screens looking for something out of the ordinary, like a turmoil for example, but that rarely happens.” Palmer sighs, drinking the rest of his coffee, while Miller discreetly looks at his watch, realizing that it was almost time for Gavi's jet and his soldiers to land, and consequently his companions were already at their posts waiting for the coordinates.
“The environment in the special forces is really not friendly at all, and I'm sorry for you.”
“I'm fine now. I drown my sorrows in donuts and coffee.” Palmer smiles, but his smile soon disappears when he feels something strange in his stomach.
“What's wrong?”
“I think those donuts were spoiled.”
“Do you need to go to the bathroom, is that it?”
“Yes, I do.”
“Mr. Palmer, could you tell me which gate the private planes arrive at?”
“Gate 3. I'm sorry, Mr. Special Forces, but could you take care of the security cameras for me? I won't be long, I think.”
“You can go ahead.” Miller is friendly, smelling a not very pleasant smell that the security guard left behind.
“Oh my! I think I overdid it.”
Miller calls Mackenzie and Luke through the communicator the three were using:
“Listen, Gavi and the three soldiers are going to leave through gate 3. Luke, you’re the closest one.”
“Thanks Miller!” Luke, who was disguised as an airport employee, strategically positioned himself at the information desk. While Mackenzie remained at his post, waiting.
Miller soon recognizes Gavi by his photo and description, warning that the three who came with him have spread out, leaving only one accompanying the criminal who was serving Johnny. The elegant man, who was wearing an Italian suit considered one of the most expensive in the world, in gray, approached the information desk where Luke was already waiting for him.
“Good evening! I need to rent a car, preferably a luxury one.”
“Okay, sir. I have two cars available.” Luke shows the catalog to Gavin.
“I’ll take the black one, please.”
“Okay, the black one. Excellent choice, sir. And will you need a driver?” Luke pretends to type while continuing to ask questions until Gavin slams his fist on the counter as if he were knocking on a door, drawing the attention of the supposed attendant who stares at him.
“Why are you the only one wearing headphones? Is anyone else listening to our conversation besides the two of us, young man?”