A mile away from the warehouse Wendy saw a car following them. Zoey saw her staring out the rear mirror and said, “oh god not again. I’m never getting back.” Wendy handed her a phone and told her to call the warehouse, “Tell him to send some backup to the Delta site.” Wendy turned off the road and down a dirt path to a one-time coyote rest stop, a place where they could hold their human cargo before releasing them or selling them. “Scott someone is following us. They turned onto the dirt and are continuing. We need help fast,” Zoey said as she held the phone up hoping to keep the signal. Wendy said, “as soon as we hit the door go for the back I’ll take the front.” Zoey turned to her and asked, “hit the door?” Wendy sped up and aimed for the front double door. Zoey put her arms across her face and screamed, “oh shit.” The truck struck the doors and through into the building sputtering to a stop. In one quick fluid motion, Wendy got out, pulled her gun and went to the door. Zoey stumbled out and went for the shotgun in the rack. She checked the action and went for the back.
The sun was setting across the desert with the light fading from an orange glow to a dusky purple. A small door opened out of the desert floor, and five men stepped out. They spent the day waiting for the sun to fall so they could travel the rest of the way in the cover of night and the cool air. Four of the men carried in total nearly one-hundred pounds in uncut heroin, while the fifth had his own burden. They would have to walk for about sixty miles to meet with the truck that would take them the rest of the way, or that was what the four mules were told. Twenty miles in and the five men came to a large hole dug out of the earth. Next to the hole was a four-wheel all-terrain vehicle with a box in the back big enough for the drugs. The first man could smell the lye lining the hole. He dropped his pack and made it six steps before a round penetrated the back of his head and out his left eye. In quick succession, two of the remaining three were shot. The fifth man packed the drugs in the bag while the last man put the bodies in the hole and covered them in more lye and then soil. The two men kissed then they got on the back of the ATV.
Wendy was in the kitchen cooking scrambled eggs with bacon and hot peppers. Cathy was sitting at the counter watching her cook. Owen walked in with his shorts and shirt in his hand. He passed the two and went into the second bedroom. They heard the water start in the shower. Cathy got up and walked over to the door to the patio. She turned and shook her head indicating the girl was gone. Cathy went into the bedroom than the bathroom where Owen was showering. She asked, “so what’s up with the girl? Did we troll a high school looking for a little strange?” Owen said, “its nothing like that. Ana is eighteen, and we met on the beach where she and a few of her friends were out enjoying the sun.” Cathy said, “she’s cute, but are you sure she’s eighteen?” Owen said, “I watched her buy beer and from what I have been told they are strict about that whole drinking age here.” Cathy smiled thinking just how naive he was being. She asked, “so where did she go? Off to school?” Owen said, “I can hear your sarcasm, and no she had to work this morning. She works in that small hotel up the beach her father owns.” Owen turned off the water and opened the curtain. He asked, “how long are we here for because Wendy seems to think we were on our way back soon?” Cathy said, “we are here for the week no matter what but then we go home, and I do mean us.”
Cathy stepped out onto the beach into a warm sunny day. The villa they were renting on the gulf side of Mexico was on the beach and away from most of the tourists. She passed Owen asleep on a lounge chair next to a girl he picked up on the beach the night before. He came down with Wendy and her not knowing what to expect, but he did expect for more of their together time from the compound. What he found was that the two ladies wanted to sleep and argue the entire trip. Owen got tired of watching them fight, so he went out looking for some fun. This latest piece of fun looked like she might be legal but just barely. She was topless with her leg draped across him just covering his manhood with an empty bottle of tequila nearby. Cathy covered the two in the largest beach towel she could find. Their villa was out of view from most on a beach that while not officially clothing optional it was lacks in enforcing any law, but Cathy didn’t want to take any chances. She was tired of taking chances, and she was sick, but it was morning.
“Darrel, I just don’t see where the work went,” Wendy said as she looked over the van he spent a week on tearing down and building back up. Darrel smiled and said, “damn right you don’t see it. You don’t see all the carbon fiber replacing the steel or the steel reinforced front end. You can’t see how I added the side door or all the secret storage pockets for guns and ammo.” He demonstrated the Kevlar and carbon fiber pullup window armor and the hydraulic doors. From behind the van, Sally asked, “what’s with the stick figure family?” Owen said, “well that helps it fit in with the other soccer moms.” Wendy walked around to see a stick figure with a bow in its head spinning on a pole in a sort of dance while other stick figures tossed dollar signs at the dancer. Sally asked, “Pole dancing?” Darrel sighed and said, “just like mom.” Sally shook her head saying, “there is just something wrong with you Darrel.”
Scott drove a van he bought from a salvage yard into the shop. It was an old Toyota Previa that Scott and Darrel planned on stripping down and turning into the next breaching van with a reinforced frontend and Kevlar side panels. The van had only one side that opened so they will retrofit the other side to open. Both sides will have hydraulic arms that will force the doors open quickly. Darrel grumbled as he worked on the new van. He spent a lot of time on the first one only to watch its aftermath on the news. The local news was calling it a gang war. They were interviewing people from outside of the community who would say how terrified they were with all the fighting and guns. They had interviewed a few locals who were happy to see the drug house go. Sally said how the locals didn’t meet the media’s narrative. Scott said, “yeah, it’s hard to do an anti-gun interview with a grandmother while she is holding her AR15 on her hip with a Colt 1911 on the other.”
Cathy was waiting with a bottle of sparkling wine and glasses. She decided to take a chance that everything went as planned and they would all come home safe. She watched as they parked the truck and slowly made their way to the warehouse. Everyone was there, but their mood didn’t seem well. At the door, she came eye to eye with Wendy who smiled and said, “you won’t believe what we found.” The others started to laugh. Wendy leaned in and kissed Cathy. The others partied the rest of the night as Cathy and Wendy went to their room and celebrated in their own way. Sally went looking for some more wine when she found Gary and Zoey in the storage room going at it like two high schoolers after prom. Sally said, “Jesus Christ you two have rooms you could be doing this in, but we have only one pantry.” She reached over the two and grabbed a bottle of Sky-Blue Vodka.
Wendy and Scott approached what to a passerby would be considered an old abandoned warehouse. Scott was nineteen years old with curly blonde hair and a face scarred with acne. As they drove Wendy had her hand in his lap slowly rubbing his inner thigh. Scott took his hand off the wheel and went to her left breast, but Wendy took hold of his hand and put it back on the wheel. Wendy said, “come to our room tonight, and we will see if this goes anywhere.” Scott put his foot down as the jeep sped up. Wendy said, “I said tonight.” She pointed to an abandoned school bus and said, “pull in next to that.” He did as he was told, and she told him to follow her. The bus was nearly gutted with just a few seats in the front. She pushed him to the back then turned him around working on his pants. He finished the job dropping his pants and boxers as Wendy pulled her slacks and panties off. She pushed him down and got on top. Even now it was an unusual feeling for her. She rode him hard, and he came quickly. She said, “as far as you are concerned that didn’t happen.”
An old GMC box truck ran across the desert with its lights off despite it being One am. The engine was running hot, and the cargo hold was boiling. Wendy was watching the truck as it made its way from Mexico to the United States. She looked through an infrared camera seeing the engine, driver, and passenger and what must be six to nine people in the box. Wendy said to George, “those guys are going to burn that engine up.” George asked, “are they coyotes or mules?” Wendy looked back to the truck box. In the center was a dark pile of something. Wendy replied, “I don’t know for sure, maybe both.” She tapped George on the head and pointed to his ears as she put on her headphones. She said, “range three hundred yards with a ten mile an hour wind from the southwest.” George took aim as he thumbed the safety off. He asked, “what if I miss or the shot passes through to the box?” Wendy said, “range two eighty and don’t miss. As for the box. Collateral damage. Now fire.” George fired two rounds from his fifty-caliber Barrett rifle. The first round hit center mass in the chest of the driver giving the passenger just a second to scream just before his head was struck by a supersonic round.