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?”
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.
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.”
A note about this story
When I started to type the fourth part of chapter twelve, I started to write it in this first-person style I used for the Special Security Service stories. About halfway I realized it changed the tone and took the story away from Wendy, but I wanted to finish what I started to rework the story, so it hopefully works as a stand-alone story showing a different side of the village invasion. The final part of this story has a mild spoiler for chapter 13, but I would think something like this was going to happen to this character no matter what. I’m posting this now and hopefully working on chapter 13 Saturday.
My sister Ruth got a call from her friend another woman named Ruth she met while in college. Now Ruth wasn’t her name at the time, but that’s not my story to tell. I sort of knew her back when she was in college, and I was out trying to make a name for myself behind the gun, but that was a long time ago. Since then I got married, had kids and started my business but not in that order. Ruth finished school and became a teacher. My sister Ruth gave the other Ruth my number, and she called me asking for help with a problem. An hour later and we were on a borrowed plane to New Mexico. I work with a young couple that inherited the wealth of a well-off Russian mobster. They turned that money into a successful resort on the big island here in Hawaii. I helped them get out of a problem they had back in the 48, so they offered us a place on the island and an opportunity.
Luis checked the time seeing they had five minutes to go. He and Jorge made their way into the village and the building. Luis leaned over to Jorge saying, “when this is all over, we take your sister and the kids southwest to the coast…... We do this, kill the Americans and leave this all behind.” Jorge asked, “are we going to kill them? I mean they’re helping us?” Luis pointed to the side of the warehouse facing the street saying, “it might sound strange, but we need to enter on that side. The back and other side have an alarm.” Jorge looked back at him saying nothing. Luis shook his head, “they know too much. If we let them live, then we……. Your sister will never be safe.” Jorge turned to the west and where his sister was. He asked, “then how can we trust them to save her?” Luis said, “their plan was shit and would have had the village ready for the army while this plan takes the drug away from the cartel.” Luis grabbed Jorge by the shirt and pulled him in close saying, “remember where your loyalties lie.”
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.
I added the PDF for a character and story I'm (darn it) adding to this story
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.
Note: the "churched" error in the last paragraph will be fixed in the next section.