Free Reverse Metamorphosis book one of the Irrevocable Change trilogy by R.E. Schobernd

overhead door was open at the south end of the
building. One man was at the corner of the building where he could
see the entrance, apparently a guard on watch duty. Clay sent the
other two cars on to an empty store building Tony owned, where he
would meet later with Joey. He had his driver cruise the area while
he made notes and sketches of the features he saw.
    Joey and the rest of people who had been on
the street were at the meeting place when Clay got there. The film
was being developed and would arrive shortly. Clay learned from the
other people who had been on the street the three men were all
armed with pistols stuck in their pants pockets, and one wore a
brass knuckle on his right hand, right out in the open. The whores
had followed them separately and overheard them say their boss was
not pleased since learning the Big Dago was still alive. He needed
to be out of the way for them to completely take over the whole
area. But since they hadn’t encountered any resistance, maybe there
was not anyone to back him up. Joey bristled at the statement and
muttered something under his breath, but managed to hold his
tongue.
    Clay thanked the drivers and all the other
people, paid them each one hundred dollars, and dismissed everyone
except Joey.
    To Joey he said “The man we want was not on
the street today, so I’m not concerned with seeing the film yet.”
He laid out a tablet of notebook paper and sketched the location of
the Russian hideout and pointed out an old abandoned building
across the street from it. “We need to get into this building from
the rear to set up the camera without their guards seeing any
evidence the crew is operating there. Joey, this is important. The
people in the warehouse can’t be tipped off we’re watching them.
Our success will depend on complete surprise. I want the camera and
one of our people there around the clock. There'll be no lights,
and no cigarettes in front of the windows. And when we’re finished
make sure there are no signs of anyone having used it as a look out
post. Find out who owns the building the Russians are using, and if
it’s being rented, who’s paying the rent. Have one of your guys
watch the back side of the warehouse around the clock too. Have
three cars with drivers ready around the clock and follow anybody
who comes out of there starting tonight. I want to know how many
people are in there, who they are, and where they go. Get
descriptions and license numbers of all their cars. Tell your
people to take note of every thing they see, even if it seems
trivial. And one more thing, impress on those two whores if any
word of this gets out on the street they’ll be cut into little
pieces for fish bait.”
    The plan went into effect and continued
through the weekend. On Monday morning Clay met with Joey to review
progress.
    “We got everybody set up late Friday night.
One of their cars left Saturday morning and came back with
breakfast. The same thing happened at about two in the afternoon.
Nothing much happened until Saturday evening,” Joey said. “At eight
o’clock five men came out of the warehouse, got in one of the cars
and pulled out to near the street. They waited for two or three
minutes and then a new black Caddy sedan pulled out of the
warehouse, with another late model Caddy behind it. All three cars
headed across town and our guys followed them. They got on the Tri
State Toll Way and went north to Interstate 55, and then downtown.
They got off the interstate and made their way to a small Russian
restaurant. A little after eleven they reversed their route and got
back to the warehouse right at midnight. Sunday, cars went out
three times during the day around meal times for food. The bastards
must be living in there."
    “You and your men did good Joey. Stress to
everyone it is imperative the Russians don't learn we are watching
them. Let them think we are disorganized and they have us on the
run. Talk to the security guy and see if he has ideas of