Unknown to both Lucifer and Dimitri's men, Detective Donnie and Pamela had been listening to the entire conversation behind the safety of a set of drum cans at the back of the warehouse.
"I knew it! I knew he was shady," Donnie began grinding under his teeth the moment he laid his eye on Lucifer. "What the hell is he doing with the Russian mob?"
Pamela had a thousand questions just as he did but ultimately, she opted to calm her partner down.
"Relax, we will get him this time. But they've got the numbers, we have to call for backup."
They continued to listen closely after their call for backup but it was clear to Pamela that Donnie's patience was wearing thin.
"The deal is almost over. We have to move in now."
Carlos' voice erupted from Juan's radio speaker right after.
"La policía, they're here!"
Dimitri was one of the firsts to be alarmed.
"What? The cops?" His eyes bulged. "They must have tailed you here." He drew out his pistol and his men did the same almost immediately. Juan's men brought out their guns too and it soon became a standoff between the two groups.
"I think we should all relax and--"
"Bullshit," Dimitri shunned Lucifer. "The deal's off."
Donnie lost all his patience the moment he heard those words.
"I'm going in,"
"No, wait--" Donnie had sprung to his feet and was already charging at the men before Pamela could finish speaking. She couldn't understand why was he being so rash but she knew she had no choice but back him.
"Shit." She cursed under her breath before rising to join him.
"NYPD put your hands in the air!" Donnie barked as charged towards the men.
"Ugh, not these two again," Lucifer groaned.
"Drop your weapons or we'll shoot!" Pamela yelled as she caught up with Donnie.
All the men had their guns aimed at the two of them now. Her gaze quickly switched between Dimitri and Lucifer. Lucifer seemed calm but there was something about Dimitri's eyes that screamed terror at the sight of her.
"I'll die before I let you pigs take me," Were Dimitri's last words before squeezing the trigger.
Echoes of blazing gunfire as both Dimitri and Juan's men didn't hesitate, leaving Donnie and Pamela no choice but to return fire. Pamela avoided a hit to her stomach courtesy of her bulletproof vest and managed to hit one of Dimitri's men. He staggered backward with a loud grunt which gave a tiny opportunity for everyone to find a proper cover.
Still, the bullets kept flying.
"Oh my God, this is it. I'm going to die," Tony gasped. He sat on the bare floor behind a damaged truck alongside Lucifer and Juan, petrified.
"You know, for someone who doesn't believe in him, you do mention my dad's name quite a lot," Lucifer chuckled.
"How can you be joking in a time like this?" Juan yelled in irritation. "We have to get out of here man."
"Not until we get those diamonds," Lucifer replied.
Tony and Juan stared at Lucifer like he'd gone mad, although Tony knew better.
"You must be out of your mind!" Henry exclaimed.
"No, I'm not," Lucifer said out loud. "Give me the briefcase, Ash."
Tony made no objections as he handed Lucifer the briefcase.
"Tell your men to get the two vehicles ready. I'll be right back," Were Lucifer's words before he got up and stepped away from the cover.
"You're making a mistake, Dimitri," He yelled. "We can still make this work."
"Fuck you, doc." Dimitri voiced, his back pressed to the pillar he used to shield himself.
"Very well then," Lucifer said with a grin. He understood that Dimitri and his men were scattered so as he spoke, his eyes scanned around for where Ivan was hiding. Somehow, Dimitri was able to realize this but he was too late.
"Shit, he's going after Ivan. Stop him!" Dimitri barked as he resumed fire but this time on Lucifer.
The rest of the men too joined in the shooting but were left astonished as the bullets seemed to bounce off his body. When they realized how futile it was, they decided to opt for physical combat but that proved to be no issue for Lucifer as he tossed and jabbed his way through every one of them.
Ivan did put out more of a fight than the rest, swinging a scissor kick across Lucifer's face before striking a knee jab right to his midsection.
Lucifer shook his head. "You've got to do better than that if you wish to bring me down Ivan," He said before ramming his forehead right against the bridge of Ivan nose. Ivan slumped to the ground on the impact and Lucifer proceeded to sever the chains of the handcuffs linking his hands to the briefcase. After that, he slid the briefcase containing the dollar bills over to where Dimitri stood.
"It's nice doing business with you, business with you, Dimitri," He yelled.
Dimitri was dumbfounded but he knew there was no time and he had to act fast. The two detectives were no longer shooting for some reason. This was his opportunity to escape. He quickly grabbed the briefcase and made a run for an exit at the end of the east wall.
He failed to realize that Detective Pamela was watching all along. She waited for the perfect moment to take her shot, pulling the trigger just as he stepped in front of the door. Unfortunately, she was out of bullets.
"Shit, I'm out." She sighed as she slumped back for cover, knowing Dimitri would be long gone by the time their backup arrived.
Donnie on the other hand was taken aback by Lucifer's freakish performance.
"What the hell is he? He took out those guys like it was nothing. And the bullets..." He wondered as he tried to keep steady his aim on Lucifer's back. "What if I shoot? Would he...?"
And then he fired.
"Arrgh," Lucifer grimaced in pain at the impact. He arched his back as he reached for the bullet stuck between his shirt and his jacket. "That hurt." He said finally straightening up after he'd removed the bullet.
Donnie's eyes got wide immediately they met with Lucifer's.
"I-Impossible!" He mouthed as he dropped the gun.
Finally, Juan's men arrived at the front of the warehouse.
"Come on Lucifer, we gotta go now," Juan yelled, raising his voice above the blaring horn of the van.
Lucifer smirked. "Till next time, detectives." He said before running out of the warehouse.
** ** **
Don Pedro was sitting comfortably on the couch when Lucifer, Juan, and Tony walked in. Miguel and Alejandra were standing on both sides of the couch, their faces dimly lit from the lamp positioned across the room.
"Ah, there they are," Don Pedro voiced as he sat up. "Seeing your faces unharmed, I assume things went well, no?"
Lucifer grinned.
"The codes, as promised," He said, handing the briefcase to Miguel.
"What are you going to do with the weapon?"
"That, my, friend, is none of your business." Don Pedro replied.
"Well, whatever it is, I'd like to be a part of it." Lucifer continued, stunning everyone with his words.
"You will do no such thing!" Henry interjected.
"Relax doctor, I was only joking," He reassured.
Don Pedro laughed. "You're something, Lucifer." He began, crossing his legs and resting more comfortably on the sofa. "But a deals a deal. Your bank account should be raining dollars this time tomorrow. I just hope you hold up the end of your bargain."
Lucifer smiled.
"I always do."
** ** **
Jacques tried to keep his voice down even as the CIA on the other end of the phone screamed into his ear.
"I'm sorry, Mike. I didn't know."
He stood by the window of the captain's office. Donnie and Pamela were standing at ease in front of the wooden desk, opposite where Captain Morgan sat, his eyes hot with anger at the duo.
"We'll fix this. I promise--"
The operative cut the call before he finished speaking. Juan sighed as he put the phone in his pocket. Then he turned to Donnie and Pamela.
"Congratulations, you two, you almost screwed up an operation the CIA had been carrying out for months."
"I don't understand,"
"The Cartel weren't the ones buying the weapons, Donnie. It was the US government," Jacques interrupted as soon as Donnie had spoken. "It was all a front to get the weapons from the Russians because they were never going to sell to us in the first place."
Pamela immediately bowed their head, disappointed at herself for not cross-checking the tip her informant had shared before she and Donnie headed out. Donnie on the other hand kept his face straight and devoid of any emotion.
"Millions of dollars almost wasted because you wanted to be a hero," Jacques grimaced. "Good one, Donnie."
"But the doctor, he was there--"
"Oh, cut the crap, Donnie," Captain Morgan growled. He was an old man approaching retirement. "The only reason I'm not having your badges for this is because you both have been excellent before," His grey moustache danced as he spoke.
"We're sorry, cap," Pamela said, raising her head.
"You'd better be," the captain replied. "Now, get out."