The story of me : Part 6

After the shooting at my house, i moved away because i couldnt be in the same room where Beau got shot. the past few weeks have been challenging but its thanksgiving day and my parents invited me over for dinner. as usual, i accepted. so, i shower, and put on some nice clothes and what not, and i head over there. i knock on the door and my mom gives me a hug as she did every morning. we are just about to eat when dads cell phone rings he heads up stairs to talk to whoever is on the phone. "Excuse me." he said. when he was upstairs, i followed quietly. i felt i had to go to my old room. everything was in the same place.

Even the blanket with Beaus blood still on it. i couldnt look. i started to weep, all of a sudden, i hear my dad arguing. i walked to his doorway, trying to remain out of sight. "this is a disaster!! my son is a smart kid! he'll figure it out sooner or later." i was puzzled. "did my dad have somebody force brandon to kill beau??" i thought to myself. i shook it off, i thought it was nothing, i listened more. "of course i have the money!! im not stupid!! where? Boston Common? fine. when do you want it? 5:30... ok" he hung up. i rushed into my room. and made my eyes water so it looked like nothing was up. he walked past me and headed downstairs. my curiosity got the better of me. i headed to my parents room, looked on his computer and saw a bunch of folders. one really caught my attention, it was labeled "columbian" i opened the folder and saw a bunch of pictures of the Cartel and their bases. i looked further.

One of their specialties were assassination by force. "what kind of shit are you involved in dad?" i said to myself. i connected the dots, "im gunna kill 'em!!" i said quietly. i saved everything that my dad had on his computer to a flash drive. bank statements, e-mails, the "Columbian" folder, credit card statements, and company ledgers of my dads real estate company. my blood started to boil. i was furious. i wanted revenge. i could taste it in my mouth. i headed downstairs and sat back down. we finished dinner and dessert and i headed to my apartment with the flash drive on me. i plugged it in to my laptop and started to analyze everything. all of his bank statements and company ledgers added up to the same losses and things of that nature. i needed help. i called my old Marine friend Leroy. "yeah, its Gibbs." he answered. "Jethro? i need your help on something important." i replied. "yeah. what do you need vandal?" we had nicknames for each other. it was easier to remember.

"im trying to figure out weather or not my father is involved in beaus death." i said. "you think hes involved?" he said sounding shocked. "Yes i do. come on by my apartment and look what i found on my dads computer." i replied. "sure i be right down." he answered. he walked in through the door. "what do you got?" he said looking at the screen. "holy shit! you dad is a very bad man." he said. he started to scan through the documents. he brought his laptop with some government software installed. 'im going to kisten in on a few calls your father and brother made before brandon got shot. he scanned through hundreds of calls. he plays one. "hello" it was Brandon's phone, "hello. is this Brandon?" a mysterious voice said. "yeah. who is this?" "i am a friend of your father. i would like to know if you are interested in a little job. for me and my organization." "what is it?" brandons voice said. "your brother Cameron's sweetheart, Beau has recently gotten an E-mail involving a threat to national security by accident. i want you to kill him before he can relay the information to Cameron because obviously he is a soldier in the US Marines." the voice said. "you want me to what?' brandon said. "we will pay you 400,000 dollars now and 1,000,000 over a two year period." there is a pause "what do you need me to do?" Brandon asked "you must make it look like you are really pissed off at cameron for being gay, then you-" i stopped the recording, ready to kill everybody involved. "i will help you find that person on the recording cam.

" Jethro said. soon we were on our way to my old house to "borrow" my father. we walk up to the door and my father answered. ' Hey Cam. jethro." he shook his hand. "do you still have my old Boston College sweatshirt." i said. "yeah its in the washer. let me go get it." he walked two paces in the house.when Jethro chloroformed him. we brought him to my apartment. we woke him up the hard way. "what the hell?" he said. "were going to play this recording once and only once." i said. Jethro played the tape. "who is the man on the tape dad?" i asked. "i dont know Cameron! now please release me!" i pulled out my silenced M9 and shot his left knee. he screamed in pain. i grabbed his face, "now, you tell me what you know or i swear this will become VERY unpleasant." he looked at me in terror. i raised the gun, " wait! wait! its... Gonzalez." i called 911, told what happened, and jethro and I left for Miami to go pay Gonzalez a visit. we land and we get a rental car. "i know a guy that can hook us up with some new gear. he's connected to this guy named Rosenberg, he's got his nose so far up most of Miami's ass that if anyone knows what gonzalez and whoever else is planning, its this guy."

jethro says. "are you sure?" i asked. "in Miami, your never sure." he replied. we arrive at Jethros old friend Colonel John Beckett"s apartment. "jethro! you have you been?' he screamed 'no time to talk, this is Cameron, his Extremely close friend Beau was killed and he believes that his dads right hand man Juan Gonzalez had him killed and we need your help." Jethro told him. "Sure no problem." Beckett said. "we just need to know where Rosenberg is" Jethro replied. " he's always at the Exotica Club" Beckett said. we arrive there, i ask one of the bouncers, "wheres Rosenberg?" he pointed to a young guy in his early 20s. "You Rosenberg?" "who's asking" he replied "the names Cam." "Ok, what can i do for you Mr. Cam?" he said rudely. "i need to know where a guy named Juan Gonzalez is." i answered. "yeah i know where he is. we are close buds. why do you need to know?" he asked sarcastically. "a very close a very close person to me was killed and he's involved." i said. "what?" he replied "what do you know about it?" i said shoving him to the floor. "alright calm down. hes at his house across the first causeway." he said. "thanks. and i'll be seeing you around." i said pointing at him.

Stay Tuned i guess for part 7. Is gonzalez involved in Beaus killing?, does Cam take revenge?, what threatens national security?, and does Cam Find out in time?.