Agent Baoman had the rest of his FBI task group up at Moon Lake, and they were meeting in a conference room at the Moon Lake P.D.
Agent Baoman was in front of a dozen FBI agents with a shot of Marcus and Vito Gamboni behind him on the screen. "This is it," he started. "We've been chasing the Gamboni family across the country from New York to Missouri to Utah to Oregon to here in Moon Lake. Here it ends." He took a breath as he changed the slide to put up the next picture of a map of Moon Lake. "There are only two entrances into Moon Lake, here and here," Baoman said as he pointed to two points on the east and west. "We'll be working with the Moon Lake P.D. to help monitor traffic, but considering we don't know when or how they'll come in, we don't know how effective this'll be. Best case scenario, we spot the Gambonis driving in and we catch them on the spot. But I'm not optimistic on that. For that reason, we'll be setting up a trap."
Agent Baoman pointed at the location of the Charleston home. "This is the location of the Charleston home. We believe that the Gamboni's are aware of this, and will be headed towards that location to move against the Charlestons. Here is we'll set our trap. We're going to divide into two teams." He paused to bring the next slide up on screen. This was the picture of the Charleston home. "One team will be in the house, waiting for the Gamboni brothers."
One of the FBI agents raised his hand, "Why do we need to live in the house?"
Agent Baoman nodded his head and answered, "We want to give the impression that the Charlestons are still there. We have moved the Charlestons to a different part of town, but the Gambonis don't know that. If they think that the Charleston's have moved, they'll just move on. We want to bring them in, not send them away." Agent Baoman looked briefly at the Charleston home and continued, "One team will be inside the house. Make sure to leave an impression that there are people still there, such as turning on and off the lights, maybe even the television screen. Order take out, collect the mail, and so on. Look like people are living there, but try not to be seen by anyone. The other group will be the support group. They'll keep an eye on the house and see who comes close to the house. Look out for anyone casing the place or any unusual movements. We don't know when the Gamboni brothers will hit, but we can be sure it'll be at a time when they'll think it's safe. We believe it'll likely be late at night or very early in the morning. The support team needs to be vigilant at all times."
Another FBI agent raised her hand and asked, "And what if the Gambonis show up?"
"Then the support team moves in," Agent Baoman. "The house team will be armed, and the support team will come in for backup. If things go well, the Gamboni brothers will see themselves outmanned and outgunned, and surrender themselves. If not, then we can be sure that we'll keep the threat to the public at a minimum. Our job here is to bring Marcus and Vito Gamboni in as safely as we can, but we have the added responsibility to protect the public. Any questions?" Baoman paused for questions, but no one raised their hand. "Very well then, you all have your assignments. If you have any questions, I want to hear them. Dismissed." The crowd of FBI agents dispersed to study their new assignments and to prepare for the capture of the Gamboni brothers.
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Meanwhile in Morton, WA, Vito was having a drink with the local mob boss.
"Don sends his greetings and appreciation. If there's anything you need from us when in you're in New York, you only need to ask."
"I appreciate the sentiment," the mob boss responded, "And I'm sure we'll take up the Don's offer sometime in the near future."
The two drank down a shot glass before Vito asked a question. "So, what can you tell me about Moon Lake?"
The mob boss paused as he considered the question. "Not much," he replied, "It's a small town in the middle of nowhere. Not much up there besides the usual town things, like a school and a hospital." The boss took another drink before continuing, "Although I have heard rumors that the locals there can get a little wild."
"Wild?" Vito asked.
"Well, let me just say that I've heard rumors. About people becoming beasts or whatnot. No one ever takes them seriously, though. I don't, and you probably shouldn't either."
Vito nodded he head as he took another shot. "There's one more thing that I want to talk about," he continued. "Seems today we had a bit of a scare with the cops."
"Ah yes," the mob boss replied, "We had an incident in one of the rooms near yours. Rather unfortunate really. Normally we handle these things with a bit more...tact, but sometimes, we need to get the cops involved." He took another shot, "Our intention wasn't to scare you, but to get rid of that troublemaker without using our own form of violence. Rest assured it won't happen again."
"Well, I hope not," Vito said as he got up from the table. "Sorry to make this short," he said, "but my brother and I need to get packing and going. We're headed up there tonight, and we need to get packing." Vito stood up from his chair and walked out of the door, stumbling as he went. Tonight...or maybe early tomorrow morning,..the two of them would go to Moon Lake to find the Charlestons.