Blood is Black in the Moonlight

He was foaming at the mouth like a homeless man at the sight of free whiskey, but to be fair, we both were.
“Jimmy, as your friend, I am telling you to leave the money.” The whole place explodes into gunfire. I glance out the window while watching him from my peripheral.
DEA’s armored car plows into the gate, busting it open. A platoon of agents armed with HK rifles and semi-automatic shotguns charge into the courtyard gunning down Juan’s men. Blackhawks buzz overhead with Devgru fast-roping down to the roof.
“Jimmy flings his hands out to his side, face screwed with disappointment. “Come on, Lobos, we gotta go! Don’t be such a fucking loser! We can live like royalty. You and your husband can live in the Bahamas like you always dreamed of.” He nods toward the stairs, grinning. “Come on. You don’t want to do this shit forever, do you? Wasting your life going after Narcos, do you?”
I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t tempted to go with him and live like a queen and help my family with their debts. That being said, blood money generates more problems than solutions.
I snap my head. “No, this money reeks of blood. Come on, you’re better than this, man.”
He breaks into a fit of laughter. “I don’t fucking believe this shit! Now you’re the sword of justice! He extends his hands out to his side. “Newsflash, Devora, you are no different than those monsters out there. You’ve killed people. You’ve extorted people. You’ve trafficked meth and coke for them. Face it; you’ve dirtied your little angel wings.” He chuckles, shaking his head. “You’re down in the shit with the rest of us. So take your hard-earned cash and let’s fucking go.”
“You take the money, and I swear you won’t get to enjoy it. I will inform the CIA and our boss.”
He flashes a venomous grin at me. “They won’t believe you. You’re a junkie. You’ve been so busy riding the white horse; you didn’t see I was using that as insurance in case you got a sudden attack of conscience. Long story short, they’re going to believe a sober superior over a coked-out agent who let herself fly too close to the sun. You burn me. You burn yourself.”
My eyes narrow. “Then we’ll burn.”
His smile slowly withers. “So that’s it, huh? One minute you’re Tony Montana, and now you’re all about the Law!  He lets out a long sigh and glowers. “Well, I can’t have you snitching to the brass.” He whips out his gun and fires. The bullet slices the side of my head, knocking me to the floor. My head pulsates with pain, and my ears are ringing. It was just a graze, but it still feels like a bat slammed against the side of my head. “Goddamn it!  This is your fault, not mine! All you had to do was take your cut and walk.  It wasn’t supposed to be like this,” he sobs.  “I thought you’d be smart and share in the spoils. I thought wrong.” he exhales. “Anyway, I gotta go. I have to pay some people I owe. I’m sorry, partner, I really didn’t want it to go this way.” His voice is muffled over the sound of bells ringing in my head.
He starts walking away. I sit up, aiming my gun at him. “Please put the money down. Don’t make me do this,” I say, with tears streaming down my face.
He whirls around with his gun, but I fire mine first, slamming several rounds into his lungs. He collapses to the floor with a harsh thud.  Jimmy gasps for air as his face contorts in agony. A red mist spews from his mouth as he fights to breathe. I stand and lumber toward him, holding the side of my head.  He grasps my pants leg, and he manages to strain out a few words. “My family. Danger. Needed…”
He tried to kill me twice so he can go fuck himself.
I yank my leg away from him, and his hand goes limp.
Resting in a wooden chair, I stare at his body in a trance watching the blood pool under his body.
Lighting up a smoke, I exhale a cloud across the room. I glance over at Jimmy. “You stupid son of a bitch.”
Jimmy was more bent than I expected. However, he always had a gambling problem that caused friction in his marriage.  Based on his last words, his gambling finally drove him to self-destruction.   My career in the DEA is probably over. Not that would be a loss because, after this OP, I’m done. I gazed too deep into the abyss this time.
I run my trembling hands through my hair, tears stream down my face. My foot slams into the bag, sending it gliding across the floor. “Fuck!” I sink to the ground, sobbing.
The Seal team busts through the door training their rifles on me. “Get on the ground now and hands behind…”
“Easy there, GI Joe. That’s my agent.” A man in a red T-shirt and a TAC vest kneels in front of me. “Agent Lobos, are you alright?” The Assistant Special Agent in Charge says.
It was such a relief to hear my real name again. It’s time to wake up.
“Yeah.” I touch the side of my head. “He just grazed me, sir.”
He examines my head. “Christ! You got an angel watching over you, girl.”
I don’t know about an angel, but the devil is a possibility.
My jaw clenches. “I guess CIA is going to sweep all the shit I done under the rug?”
“Yes, you know the drill. Lobos, stop kicking the shit out of yourself. You did what you had to do to survive. It wasn’t pretty, but you got the job done. The Vargas Cartel is shut down thanks to you.” he takes a sip of water. “Wish we