Luis walked into a warehouse near the border where he ran into a guard who gave him a smartphone and a message from Jorge, “call me.” Jorge spoke to Luis that night about being picked up by the woman in the truck and how they were willing to help them save Maria and how they didn’t know about their mission. Luis spent the last two days trying to find help getting Maria and her children out of the village, but no one was willing to go into a warzone for a woman without a significant amount of money. Luis found a quiet place out of the sun and called Jorge using the new phone. The call consisted of a split screen between Jorge and a strange slightly dark-skinned stranger. The stranger said his name was Jack and he and his friends were on the way. Jack said, “just stay where you are, and we will meet you there in about six hours.” Luis asked, “wouldn’t it be better if I come to you?” The image on the phone changed to an aerial picture of the village showing a military buildup to the southwest. Jack said, “we don’t have the time. In the morning they are moving in, and all hell is going to break loose.” A voice said, “Sir, we are about to land.” Jack said, “we are on the way.” The call ended, and Luis turned the phone off not wanting the American to be able to track him.
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Wendy and Cathy sat in bed watching the news as the police moved into the ranch. The local news station was showing unedited coverage including bodies and blood. Two days earlier, they were in a van following a dealer on what was going to be their first drive by hit, but something felt off to Wendy, so she aborted what was going to be a trap with the dealer’s gang waiting for them around the corner. As they pulled away, Cathy got a call from Alice talking about several ambushes and how they lost contact with April, June, and Ivan. April and June were a couple that seemed to belong to every group. Two adult women that found each other on the ranch. Ivan was a hacker from Russia with a messy background. Wendy turned around and sped to where April and June were going to be only to find the police and a burning panel-truck. Lying on the side of the street where the bodies of April and June along with another person that was too mangled to be recognizable. About the time the news feed went to the other side of the ranch and found the people that were crucified Cathy had enough and turned the sound down. She whispered to Wendy, “should we try and find any of the others?” Wendy pulled her close and said, “no, we should let all that go like it never happened.”
The funeral was larger than most people expected. Sam spoke for an hour about his times with him and the past. This was one of many funerals happening around the city, but most felt they had to come to this one, all except for Ana. She sat in her room with her gun afraid to see anyone. She missed several appointments with her doctor and the prosthetist. The blood had dried on the doorjamb and the floor staining the wood. Wendy and Cathy tried to talk her out of the room, but nothing could talk her down. The funeral was coming to an end. Sam was one of the pallbearers with the mayor, chief of police, the principal of the high school, the new elementary school principal and Owen. The town laid Principle Edward Antonio Dyas to rest with all the honors the city could provide.
Jorge said, “we’re going to hell……. We’re going to hell…… we’re going to hell.” Luis turned to him and asked, “you don’t believe in hell, do you?” Jorge opened a book with his family’s picture inside and stared at them. He said, “I don’t know what I believe in, but what I do know is that we need to make this right.” Luis replied, “nothing we’re doing is going to make anything right. You don’t kill your way to right, but……. I just don’t care. I want them all dead.” The broadcaster reported over thirty children ranging from the age of three months to seven-years-old died in the church. Jorge turned the television off. Luis stopped cleaning his gun and said, “where’s the outrage for our people? Where’s the outrage for all the children dying in the drug war and crossing the border? They only care about little white children.” Jorge got up and went to the window looking out. He said, “can we really do this?” Luis got up from the table and walked over to Jorge. He rubbed Jorge’s shoulder working his way down his bare back to his loose-fit boxers. He put his head on his shoulder and whispered, “this act will win us the war so how can’t we do this?”
“Please explain to me who thought that was a good idea,” Wendy said as she put a Glock-19 with a suppressor on the table. Jill turned to Gina and asked, “what?” Gina looked at Jill then back at Wendy trying not to stare at the gun. After a moment of silence, Gina said, “it all started with a girl.” Jill asked, “what?” Gina fought the urge to smile knowing it wouldn’t end well.
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In the morning, Owen drove Ana back to the hospital for a fitting and more therapy. A specialist was going to come and start the build for a leg and foot that would mimic the real thing as close as they could. Owen dropped her off and waited in the van. He called Darrel, “tell me the Jeep is ready.” Darrel stepped away from the open hood of the Jeep he was rebuilding for Ana and asked, “something wrong with the van?” Owen looked at the pink and white leather with neon-green edging and said, “this color is making me sick, and Ana said she would rather walk to the hospital then go in the Pepto Abysmal.” Ana didn’t say she would rather walk, but she did say Pepto Abysmal. The Jeep was a 1995 Jeep CJ7 painted in desert camo with large tires and every bell and whistle they could attach. Ana had said she wanted one as a child and Owen was happy when Darrel said he had one he was rebuilding. For his part, Owen volunteered to do the work for free, and Wendy paid for the parts.
Noah “Skuzzy Depp” Franko sat on his corner around 4am in El Paso Texas waiting for his supplier. He was called Skuzzy Depp or Skuzzy D because he looked like a dirtier meth addicted version of the actor Johnny Depp. His supplier was a mule that came up from Mexico with above grade heroin. He sold other drugs, but the China White was what he was known for, but the drug was harder to come by with all the violence along the border. His clientele went from the party going college somethings to people of almost every age and description with only the connection of drug addiction. Many people found themselves addicted to opioids with a medical profession both giving them out like candy and cutting them off when addicted. Noah thought the whole thing was just a ploy to get people addicted and make money on rehab turning doctors into the cause and cure. He liked the new clients with their clean money and perks. More than a few of the soccer-moms would go to their knees for a hit.
The day came when Ana could go home. She would make a trip back to the hospital three times a week for a while for rehabilitation and her new prosthetic leg. It would be another week before her doctor, and the prosthetist was ready to help her with the task of walking again. Like so many other places in the country, the hospital had experience with this process because of the wars in the middle east. Hospital policy forced Ana into a wheelchair for her ride out pushed by an orderly with Owen walking next to her. They wheeled out to find a hot pink van with a pearl-white roof and pearl accents down the sides. Owen said, “Wendy thought you might like it.” Ana asked, “for what?” Owen smiled while he helped her into the van saying, “she wants you to use the van until you’re ready for something else or just may be ready to keep it.” Ana smiled saying, “I can see some girly girl type seeing this rolling bottle of Pepto-Bismol and going all crazy and while I appreciate the thought, I just don’t know how long I could drive it…... you know out in public looking like this.”
“Just stop,” Jessica said while she held the gun on Jeb and tried to back into the bedroom. Jeb Saw the gun then his brother’s body. He smiled and said, “my brother didn’t trust the gun, so he never kept a round chambered.” Jeb turned and went for his Colt Python revolver on the table. He heard Jessica rack the slide then fire the gun. Blood sprayed across the table and his prize pistol. His left arm went numb. The gun had bucked in Jessica’s hand, and she almost dropped it. Jeb picked up the revolver as Jessica ran the High Point until it was empty. She dropped the gun and picked up the 22/45. Jeb turned around dropping his gun. She wasn’t sure if she hit him six or seven times, but he was still standing. He said, “no fucking High Point is going to fucking kill me, peach.” He saw the look in her eyes change and knew he said the wrong thing. Jessica emptied the Ruger into his face. Jeb fell to the floor. Jessica dropped her gun and locked the knife open stabbing him until he was a ruin of blood and flesh.
Jessica heard something to her left near a hole that was closed with duct tape and cardboard. In that hole was one of the most handsome Hispanic men she had ever seen. He said something in Spanish, but she didn’t know the language. Using her knees and elbows, Jessica fought her way to the hole. The man said something else in Spanish putting his hand through the hole and cupping her cheek. He saw she didn’t understand so he said in English, “if things were different then we would help, but we are here to kill Americans.” He pulled his hand back and placed a rapid-release folding knife and a Ruger 22/45 semiautomatic handgun into the hole and said, “show them who you are.” Jessica’s father had this same gun, and he showed her how to shoot. She checked the gun finding ten rounds of copper plated hollow point 22s. She got to her feet despite the pain in her head and the pain from what he was doing to her. Her shirt was gone, and her pants and underwear were stained with blood. She put the gun at her side and the knife in her left hand and waited for them to come to her.