Cathy woke to the smell of coffee and bacon. She spent the night like almost every night after the shooting in a spare bedroom with Owen and Ana in their home. She offered to sleep on the couch, but Owen wouldn’t take no for an answer saying, “your pregnant and that’s that.” Owen worked in the gun shop in the day, and she stayed with Ana. Wendy called that night saying she had news about this raid she was planning in Mexico as well as some other news, but she would see her later. She got out of bed and saw the door to Ana’s room was open. Ever since the shooting, Ana had locked herself in the room with her gun and enough ammunition to cause some concern. Ana was now in the kitchen frying bacon. Her gun was on the counter next to the fridge. Cathy said as calmly as possible, “good morning.” Ana looked to her gun then she turned to Cathy walking around and embracing her saying, “I am so sorry.” Cathy hugged her back saying, “there’s nothing to be sorry about…… oh god that bacon smells good.”
Ana made Cathy a nine egg three cheese omelet with about a pound of bacon on the side. As she ate the bacon, Cathy thought about how just about four months ago, she was on the verge of going vegan and now eating something that would make a vegan cry and it just tasted so good. Ana picked at her food staring out the window at the store. Cathy swallowed a fork full of eggs and said, “he’s alright, and he is here every night.” Ana said, “I don’t want to be one of those women who only talk about their man. I hate it when writers have women only talk about men when they talk.” Ana turned to Cathy who was trying to inhale the omelet while holding some bacon strips in both hands. She quickly swallowed again and said, “you're glaring out in his direction and look at your eggs.” Spelled in runny yolk was the name, Owen. Cathy said, “none of this was his fault or your fault, but just because it isn’t your fault it doesn’t mean you don’t have some responsibility to make it right. I mean come on you shot him.” Cathy twisted the bacon in her hands then nearly swallowed the bacon whole. She then asked, “are you going to eat that?”
Jorge turned off the main road heading to the warehouse wanting to get back and grab the equipment left behind especially the guns. Fully automatics with suppressors were worth a fortune. He would sell the guns and equipment and use that cash to get his sister back from the Americans. His first act would be to kill that Jack guy and his family. He lost everything to save her, then these American stole her away. He would then turn around and come after Wendy and her people burning their house down. He pulled into the still open warehouse and found all the gear. Ten minutes later, he was on his way to a guy he knew in Mexico City. Jorge only knew him as Ghost. He handled problems for a price and was willing to buy guns and other tech for his clients around the world. The guns in the back were worth enough money to help him do what he must do to get his family back. Jorge also knew the guns would most likely end up with one of the cartels. The radio was talking about the raid on the village and how the American DEA along with Mexican officials moved in finding nothing but dead bodies. Whoever that other gang or cartel was last night that invaded the village hadn’t stayed.
Jorge walked into a cantina on the outskirts of the city wearing a long coat despite it being very warm outside. A large man with a gun on his hip went to search him, but Jorge stared him down. A large man in a white suit with a shiny metallic gold shirt yelled, “soldier boy you came back to me.” The man smiled and with a malicious chuckle said, “how did the guns work for you?” Jorge said, “Ghost you sent me black powder rifles with no black powder and guns older than you.” Ghost gave a dismissive wave then waved Jorge over allowing him to come over past his protection. Ghost sat back down, and two women who were little more than overly done teenagers moved to either side of him. He put his right arm around one of them kissing her neck then he turned to the other kissing her on the lips while nearly exposing her left breast feeling it up. He turned back to Jorge saying, “so little Jorge what brings you back?” Luis undid the strap holding the gun under his arms and pulled it out on the table in front of Ghost. He picked up the gun asking, “this thing is heavier than it appears in the movies but still, my god where did you get it?” Luis said, “that doesn’t matter. I have seven more as well as two American Sniper rifles and a 50-caliber Barrett and they could all be yours for the right price.”
Owen did his best to wipe the gun oil off the glass counter after a customer popped open a bottle squeezing it too hard. He was mad that his paperwork was being held up and he couldn’t pick up his gun until it was approved. He said, “I know my rights, and no petty two bit know nothing is going to keep me from my rights.” The man grabbed a plastic bottle of gun oil and in the process squeezed it breaking the seal sending oil up in a stream and down spreading across the glass and in the face of the man. Owen tried to not laugh saying, “sir I don’t make the laws I just follow them so I can stay open and provide good people with what they want.” He handed the man a towel. The man looked at the spreading oil then down his shirt. He said, “call me when it’s approved.” He went to pull out his wallet, but Owen waved his hand in a “don’t worry about it” gesture. The man left holding the door for a woman as he walked out. She walked up to the counter saying, “I need some 9mm ammo for my Glock. I seem to have fired most of mine at my bedroom door.” Owen turned to see Ana standing by the counter. He smiled saying, “I think we do that, and I don’t know maybe body armor for that door?”