An hour later and Jorge had over twelve thousand euros for the guns and gear and another thousand for the truck. Ghost’s connections in Europe and the middle-east prefer doing business in either bitcoin or the European Union's euro. Ghost sold him an older truck for three-hundred euros. Jorge’s first goal was to change the European money over to either pesos or American currency. He kept one of the guns along with half of the ammo he harvested from the other guns. He planned to ship the gun to Hawaii in parts as disguised as possible. The gun would be sent to a house he rented for two weeks from a real-estate agent for six-thousand dollars. Leaving the agent, he saw a car following him, so he ducked down an alley then back out the other side going away from his hotel room. He double-backed around checking for another tail then made his way to the hotel finding it overrun with police and American FBI agents.
Ana asked, “what is that banana smell?” She was pinned up against the wall with her and Own’s clothes on the floor with her legs around him. The smell overpowered the scent of sweat and sex as Owen seemed to try and thrust his way through her to the door. In a husky almost out of breath voice, Owen said, “some asshole spilled oil all over a counter, himself and me.” Ana heard something about oil and asshole, but she didn’t care. This day this hour this act would live in her memory long after it had past. Neither of them knew the storage room of the gun shop would be the place where their first child was conceived. Sam tried not to listen to them as they made love but at one point when Ana started to scream, “fuck me banana boy, fuck me hard” it became difficult for him as well as the other customers in the shop to ignore. By the end of the week, the small unincorporated community they lived in all called Owen Banana Boy. Sam liked the scent of gun oil, he used a gun oil scented cologne as well as gun oil scented candles both in the shop and at home but what he didn’t like was the banana scent of that company’s oil. Ten minutes later the commotion in the back died down. Sam said to a customer, “to be young and in love.” The elderly woman buying ammo for her forty-four caliber Smith and Wesson replied, “I don’t know if that’s love, but it does bring back fond memories.”
Cathy watched the news as they covered the raid and the return of the students going back to school after the shooting in stunned silence. Wendy came home and told her what they found out about Luis and Jorge. She also told her about Maria, her children and everything she found out about the village and the events of that night when the cartel took over. The stomping to death of Maria’s youngest, a nearly newborn baby hit the pregnant Cathy like a hammer to the gut. Taking care of Ana helped her push her pregnancy aside along with the thoughts of her miscarriage and the man that killed their baby, but now Ana was able to be alone leaving her with her thoughts. Wendy handed her a light tannish-milky substance in a glass with a slight banana, peanut, and smoky scent. Cathy asked, “please tell me this isn’t more of that powdered protein crap?” Wendy said, “it’s an Elvis. A banana, peanut butter, and bacon smoothie.” Cathy smiled saying, “bacon, I guess I’m going to hell.” Wendy replied, “I don’t want to go alone, so I’m taking you with me.”
Jorge went back to the place where he hid his truck and picked up the rest of the gear including the gun. He knew the cash on hand wasn’t going to be enough and to get more he would have to take it. There were several banks in the area, but bank robbery was more of a team sport, and he was on his own. Robbing stores wouldn’t bring enough cash and were the domain of junkies. Thinking about Junkies made him think about the cartels including the one that destroyed his family and life. He said to himself, “if they are still around then they would be in disarray making a hit doable.” In the three years, he and Luis planned they found where the cartel was based, and it was not that far from where he was. Before the border was chosen, they had planned out an attack on the compound hoping to kill as many of them as possible. Those plans were in his head along with the ability to change those plans as needed including a one-man attack. He would need some things, and those things would take the rest of his cash, but he knew he had no choice and the police were closing in.
Cathy got a call from her obstetrician asking her to come in for another ultrasound. She said, “Cathy there’s nothing wrong. I just found out the ultrasound machine we were using had some issues, so we are asking all mommies to be to come back in.” She told her doctor she would be in right away. Wendy was already changing her clothes getting ready for the drive. Cathy tried to not think about all the possibilities while trying to stay calm, and most of all stop thinking about bacon. Just thinking about not thinking about bacon brought up images of thick-cut bacon covered in maple syrup or dark chocolate. There was a restaurant near the border selling what they called bacon candy, thick-cut bacon baked with brown sugar, cinnamon and pecan pieces creating a candy coating and a crunch that never left her thoughts. Cathy got ready while Wendy sat in the truck with the engine running. About the fifth horn hunk Cathy while half-dressed leaned out the door and said, “honk that horn again, and I’ll make you eat it.”
Cathy leaned over and said to Wendy as calmly as possible, “slow down.” They were about twenty minutes away from the doctor’s office with Wendy going about ninety miles-an-hour on a fifty-five mile-an-hour road. Cathy said, “this sort of crap happens all the time, and you need to chill, or the next six months will be a horror.” Wendy sped up. Just outside the office, Wendy came to a screeching stop leaving rubber on the parking lot. The office had twelve other pregnant women waiting for a new ultrasound. The women watched Wendy and Cathy step out of the smoking engine truck. They stepped inside and signed in. One of the women saw the gun Wendy was concealing on her and slid away and to the receptionist saying, “I’ll come back tomorrow.” The technician came out and asked, “who’s next.” All the other mother’s pointed to Cathy. A few minutes later and Cathy was in a reclined chair with the tech running a scanner over her saying, “the last machine wasn’t correctly recording heartbeats, but this one is the best…. Yes, there they both are your twins are both looking good.” The tech pointed to the screen pointing at the images. Cathy asked, “twins?”