Can I uhhh hear about the trafficked girls? -🚀

carisi-dreams:

comes sometime before this and is a catalyst for this (but that’s after Nick founds out even more…) @space-carisi

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Nick cut his engine and dropped his feet to the ground as he looked up at the warehouse in front of him. He had brought only Razor along for this trip and they both exchanged a weighted look before propping up their motorcycles and walking towards the derelict building. It had the look most warehouses did from the outside, slightly menacing and rundown. Nick checked the address on the notebook he had found shoved in the back of a false cabinet in his mom’s bathroom in her house. Razor scuffed his boot clad foot against the ground before glancing at Nick out of the corner of his eye again.

“You ready for this?” Razor asked in a low voice as they rounded the building towards what they thought was an entrance. Nick tested the door and when it didn’t open he took a few steps back in preparation to kick it in.

“Don’t even know what I’m supposed to brace myself for,” Nick muttered, not making eye contact with Razor. “But it’s time we find out.” He leveled a strong kick along what looked like the weaker part of the door and it caved in easily, rusted hinges making a protesting but no match for blunt force.

They walked inside, blinking hard and pausing to let their eyes adjust to the near darkness. Razor fumbled for his phone and turned on the flashlight, aiming it at the floor before sweeping it around the warehouse at large.

There were fenced off sections to the right and there were sagging, thin mattresses in a couple of them. Scraps of clothing littered the floor and when Nick nudged one of the scraps he realized it was a pink dress, faded with time and dirty. He frowned and swallowed hard against the bile threatening to rise in the back of his throat. They stepped in a little further and as their eyes adjusted even more Nick’s heart sank. Razor’s face was screwed up in an angry grimace and he rattled the chain link wall that made up part of the cages.

“What the fuck, Nick,” he said more than asked in a low angry voice. It was rare to see him without a smile, but his anger was almost tangible in the space. “What…what are we looking at?” Nick cursed in Spanish under his breath.

“I can’t believe he…the notebook…the phone call…How could—why would Felipe do this? He had to have had help, this is…” Nick trailed off and his mind wouldn’t let him understand the truth of what was needed for an operation as large scale as this.

Who knows how often women were being held in cages here before being sold? The phone call from the truck driver looking for Felipe was a tip off that something may still be going on, although not in this warehouse. The room was covered in a layer of dust and clearly no one had been here for over a year, at least.

“What do you want to do, jefe? Confront Felipe?” Razor asked with a heavy sigh. Nick sagged a little under the weight of authority on his head. He was the one who ultimately had to make a decision and at the moment he had no idea what was the best choice.

“Let’s just…wait. We’ll watch Felipe closely, see if he’s still up to his same…” Nick trailed off again, unable to say the words.

“See if he’s still trafficking women?” Razor asked harshly and Nick’s face hardened as he rested his fist on his hips and wearily and nodded.

“If he is, he probably has help. If he’s still doing this we have to destroy the entire thing,” Nick said harshly and his hand sliced the air. “We just stop him and it’ll go on without him. Find someone else to fill his role. We’ve got to bring the entire thing to its knees. And we can’t let him know that we know until it’s destroyed.”