Cathy’s obstetrician came into the room in her usual rush holding a file and a smile. She said, “well now I guess you didn’t expect this when you got my call.” Cathy was sitting on an examination table wearing a simple cloth gown staring at the stirrups that while attached were swung away when not needed. Cathy asked, “Doctor Kay what does this mean for the pregnancy?” Doctor Kay said, “please call me Linda, and while some things will change, you and your children are healthy, and everything is good. This is good news.” Linda nodded to Wendy and asked, “is she OK?” Wendy was sitting in a chair staring out into the distance silent. Cathy dismissively said, “she just needs some time to let that set in, but she’ll be just fine.” Linda said, “yeah until the babies come and you’re on the one-hundredth diaper change. Twins are more than just double the kids, but that’s not just yet, let's focus on the here and now including setting up more visits.” Cathy nodded. Linda asked, “how’s your apatite?” Cathy said, “I’ve had this need for bacon for about two days now that just won’t go away.” Linda replied, “that’s fine just as long as you cook it thoroughly and eat it in moderation. Just how much have you eaten?” Cathy looked down at the floor and said, “I don’t know maybe five or six pounds in the last two days.” Wendy stood up and asked, “did someone just say twins?”
The latest prosthetic leg was well balanced, and a metallic pink with a well-hidden knife placed somewhere no one would find. Ana stood up testing her balance on the new leg while staring at it in the mirror. She turned to Owen and asked, “does this leg make me look fat?” Owen asked, “what?” Ana turned back to the mirror and said, “good answer. I’ll let that slide since I shot you.” Owen replied, “are you ready to drive?” Ana turned back to him and said, “I don’t plan on being a passenger in my own Jeep again.” Ana turned around then back around looking in the mirror while staring at the leg. She stepped back and started to stumble. Owen stood to go to her, but she stopped him saying, “you aren’t going to be around me all day, I need to do this for myself.” She straightened back out then fell. She looked over at Owen and said, “don’t just sit there help me up.” Owen’s phone rang, “hello?” Wendy said, “hey Owen we’re having over a few people tonight to talk about something important, and it would be nice if you Ana and maybe Sam could come.” Owen said, “I don’t know if she’s up for something tonight.” Wendy said, “I’ll see the three of you tonight.” She disconnected the line.
Wendy turned her phone off. Cathy asked, “did he say they would come?” Wendy replied, “I didn’t give him a choice.” Cathy shrugged her shoulders letting that go past her hoping to keep her and Wendy’s calm going. Cathy’s phone rang, but Wendy got to it first, “you rang?” Ana asked, “yes, I was just wondering if we should bring anything with us like…… I don’t know something?” Wendy put the phone on speaker and asked Cathy, “should they bring anything?” Cathy asked, “would it be rude to ask them to go and get some of that bacon candy?” Ana answered saying, “consider it on the way.” Wendy said, “well I guess it’s not rude.” Owen asked, “what’s this about?” Wendy disconnected the call. Cathy looked over the menu Wendy was fixing, “two kinds of corn, two kinds of potatoes, two kinds of chicken, and two kinds of on the nose?” Wendy said, “it’s not like any other day and well yes this is so on the nose but so what? I want this to be perfect.”
Two men stood on a street corner talking to each other while scanning the street making their presence both known and covert. Both men were well built with plenty of tattoos visible on their hands going up their wrists and a few on their faces and shaved heads, but they kept their guns hidden. One of the men had a curled wire coming from his ear in what was most likely a radio connection. On both corners were cameras with night vision. A car with a man behind the wheel and another in the back with a machine gun underneath a blanket sat about a block away. Both men were asleep. Jorge knew this was his way in. Walking along the roof of a nearby building he could see all the other security from the bars on the windows, the steel doors to the fenced in area with the dogs. There were no snipers or spotters on any of the roofs. The building was connected to a series of buildings going down the block, but the gang connected to the cartel owned the block and the alley running behind was fenced in with attack dogs. There was an open hole in the roof of one of the buildings on the other side of the block showing they didn’t use all the buildings. This was one of the cartel’s banks as well as a stronghold in case they needed to regroup.
Jorge watched as not much happened during the day. The guards out front changed every four hours and the men in the car every eight hours. They fed the dogs raw meat and two smaller dogs that the guard dogs ripped apart. Around midnight, a van pulled up, and three men with what looked like Uzis took up positions around the van and door while two men carried mail satchels into the door in a building in the middle of the block. About ten minutes later the same men came back out carrying duffle bags. Jorge figured the bags going in was cash while the bags going out was either arms or something else but not drugs because having the cash and the drugs in the same place sounded wrong. The van pulled away with another two cars following. None of the men carrying the bags or in the following cars had any visible tattoos. He wanted their money but doing something to this transfer could start a war between the gang and the cartel. Jorge asked, “Luis how do I do this without starting a war that burns the city down?”