DISCLAIMER: DRUGS - VIOLENCE - LANGUAGE.

IZZY PARKS.

Izzy stirred. Light from the outside world was filtered pink by her eyelids. She ventured to open them. As soon as light hit her pupils, pain ripped her skull.

"What the...?"

"You're finally awake." a voice called and she turned in it's direction. It was Lee.

"You." she sighed. The day's events came back to her.

"You were out for a while. Quite a blast we took."

"Not so loud, Yoda." she said, rubbing her temples.

"You were great back there."

"You owe me a new pair of shoes," she said, trying to sit up. "Argh! Everything hurts. You look pretty fine, considering."

He looked more like he just woke from a nap than a near death explosion.

"You get used to it." he said somewhat sadly. "Now come on, you're coming with me."

"Don't we need to rest? I feel like crap!"

"They said we had no internal injury. Just fractures and a bit of head trauma." he replied cooly, slipping into his boots as he sat on the edge of his bed.

"Oh if it's just fractures and head trauma then..."

"Exactly. Now let us get moving."

Seeing he couldn't sense her sarcasm, she uncovered her sheets and slid to sit up across from him. She took out her phone.

"Oh for the love of...!"

"What?" he injected.

"My phone is busted!"

She threw the phone, narrowly missing the agile agent as it landed on his bed. She lay back and let out a dramatic groan.

"My fucking school project was in there!"

"Learn to back up your data." Lee said and she assumed it was his way to say 'hurry up with your stupid college drama and let's go'.

"I wanted to this morning..."

Suddenly she remembered what had happened early before she met up with Lee. She was running another stupid errand when ....

"Someone was following me." she said as if the sentence was still up in the air.

"What?"

"Today. I was on my way from picking up the doctor's laundry when I noticed someone following me."

"Are you sure?" Lee's voice was serious now. He leaned in. "What did he look like?"

"I don't know. He was all covered up. He did look about the same build as a guy I dropped a cheque to yesterday." she suddenly remembered the lanky creep.

"A cheque?"

"Yeah. For Dr. Amber. It was a fucking rat's nest with hookers practically growing off the walls."

With that, Lee backed up. His eyebrows pinched together in curiosity. She shrugged.

"Can you take me to there?"

******

LEE NORTON.

The girl wasn't lying when she said it was a rat's nest. The building stood short in the horrible downtown neighborhood where nightmares were made. He pushed open the grill that was supposed to serve as the main entrance.

He took out his pistol from his waist and pushed it into his wool trenchcoat pocket. The air was rife with the smell of crack and regrettable sex.

He wound up the stairs. Every level held a different assortment of prostitutes. They reached out to him and called him all the sweetest names he'd never want to hear again.

One blew her marijuana smoke right into his face and he nearly chocked. He finally arrived at the fifth floor. The creep's penthouse suite.

He gave a listen at the door and could hear one half of an argument. The bastard was on the phone.

Boom! Lee kicked the door open and held his gun up. Before he could register, an unexpected projectile burst in his face. White powder filled his lungs faster than a rockstar could say "overdose".

He staggered hazedly out of the cocaine cloud only to have the creep vie for his gun. As the drug began to kick in, Lee threw the gun back outside and heard it land five floors down. Safer out there.

He sent his knee into the creep's stomach. His vision was already becoming impaired. He pushed his way through, bouts of laughter fused with coughs escaping his mouth.

He staggered into the bathroom and began splashing cold water on his face. He had specialized in drugs and he knew he was in big trouble.

Out of nowhere, a paper bag came over his head and an arm around his chest. In his normal state, he wouldn't have panicked but the effects of the cocaine had him gasping for air.

Feeling the life fade, Lee pushed his feet off the sink and the man staggered back. They fell on the toilet bowl. Sweet filthy air as Lee took off the paper. He quickly punched the man square in the jaw.

He pushed the junky's face into the toilet water. Taking him out then back in again.

"Fuck!" the man bubbled before pushing them both back. They landed on the cracked tile floor.

When Lee turned to get up, he saw a woman's arm peering through the shower curtain. It had needle holes all over and seemed lifeless.

The coaine now had him balling out laughter. The man beside him got up and started running.

"Stop!" he said amusedly. He ran into the main room and tripped on nothing, falling on and shattering the tacky glass table.

Above him, as his vision went psychedelic, Izzy's frame appeared then another figure. All went black.

*******

IZZY PARKS.

He spat out after the FBI antidote induced vomit. Izzy had never seen a more violent cough/vomit/snot fest but Lee assured a second dose was necessary.

"If the FBI has an antidote for cocaine, why not give it to the public?"

"Experimental." was his short answer.

She had driven the three of them off to a lonely road. Lee crying all the way. She walked up to the driver's side where Lee sat in the open car.

"I told you to stay in the car."

"I didn't."

"Who is this?" he turned to the raven haired Tatiana.

"She's Tatiana. She knows who that guy was."

Tatiana was the hooker Izzy had run away from the first time. Lee gave a baggy eyed look at the middle European girl before jumping off and practically dragging Izzy away.

"What do you think you're doing?" he spat.

"I knew she could help..."

"I told you to stay in the car!"

"You didn't take me in for proper questioning and didn't even call for back up. Why do I get the feeling you're in more trouble than me?"

Izzy and Lee stared each other down for a while. He suddenly bent over and threw up on her sneakers.

"Bitch! What the fuc....!"

"Hey! Are you two idiots gonna finish any time soon. I'm missing working hours!" Tatiana's heavy accent rang through the air.

"His name is Edmund from what I know," Tatiana said once they were back in the car and driving. "he's supposed to be smart as fuck!"

As Tatiana smoked away, Lee and Izzy took in her words before she continued.

"He's supposed to be a very dangerous man. He even brings girls in from outside..."

"Wait, girls?" Lee jumped in, nearly causing Izzy to swerve.

"Yes, you know. Tits, puss..."

"Yes! I know what girls are!" Lee cut off impatiently. "I saw one in his bathroom. Do you mean he traffics them?"

"Yeah!"

"Do you know of a drug called T-t6?" Lee turned completely to face Tatiana.

"Never heard of it. Is it new?" she sing songed.

"What else do you know about this Edmund?"

"Nothing." Tatiana vaped.

"Pull over." Lee commanded.

Izzy did as she was told without a word, still resentful about the vomit soaking into her feet.

"What will you pay for this information?" Tatiana asked, leaning into Lee's window.

"How's fifty?"

"What?" Tatiana spat.

"Sixty and you don't get deported." Lee said, eyes on his bundle of notes.

"That's harsh." Izzy chimed in.

"I almost died twice today. Do I look like I'm in the mood to negotiate?"

Lee turned to Izzy and she saw Tatiana snatch the notes. Izzy stepped on the gas as Tatiana screamed something joyfully.

"Seriously?" Lee asked agape.

"Hey, I don't pay taxes for nothin'." she chuckled.

AUTHOR'S NOTE:
So Lee was never meant to have a POV but I don't know how that cocaine scene would have happened without it.. Anyway, what did you think of the chapter?

Do you remember who Edmund is?

What happened to Amber in the room? Find out next post. Or the one after that.😂😂

See you at the next one!!😘