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“We gotta do somethin’. We leave them, someone’ll come looking for them and blame us.”
“But what? What can we do?” the head worker asked.
“I’ll take ’em. In their truck, I’ll take ’em to the medical camp.”
The others looked dubiously at him and then nervously at each other.
Cam continued, “We leave ’em here and they die, someone’ll come searching and then it’ll look like maybe we killed them. Or we get sick too.”
The heaving of the two men at his feet punctuated his words.
“Help me load them into the truck, I get them to help and then we’re good. No one’s pissed at us and then I can get back.”
The workers all began to nod. None of them wanted to take the risk, but if the big, newcomer was willing…they were fine with the plan.
Loading the two men into the back of the truck, Cam hopped up into the driver’s seat. Looking at the lead worker, he sent him a questioning look.
“Go down the mountain,” he was told. “When you get to the fork, go left. If you keep following that and take a left at any fork, then you’ll come to the nearest compound I know. It’ll be about twenty miles away. I’ve…I’ve never been but that’s what I’ve heard. There should be a doctor there.”
Nodding, Cam started the engine and headed the truck down the mountain. Finally I’m making progress!
With the two men still heaving in the bed of the truck, Cam pulled out his secure cell and placed a call to Marc. Giving him an update, he hung up knowing Marc would call him back as soon as he had more intel from Luke.
With the window down, the breeze blew Cam’s hair, now longer and he looked at his filthy hands from having worked in the dirt. Hell, I’ll scare her to death if I find her, he thought, but realized that his appearance worked perfectly to disguise himself. Come on Marc. Call back. Time to get the girl!
*
Luke, pulling his shift in the Saints main room in the compound, got a call from Marc. Its about time, he thought. While patience was definitely a virtue for him, with Cam out in the field alone, the other Saints had been chomping at the bit. Swallowing the last of his now luke-warm coffee he said, “What have you got?” While listening to what Marc was reporting, he quickly alerted Jack. He began working the intel, after fixing another pot of coffee, ignoring the Keurig on the workroom counter. Known for making strong coffee, the others joked that no Keurig was good enough for him. Within ten minutes Jack joined him.
“What’ve we got?” Jack asked sharply.
“Cam’s finally found a way to get closer to Miriam. He used the pills to induce vomiting of two agents and now is on his way with them toward one of the cartel’s medical tents. Since we placed him near the last known location of Miriam, that should take him straight to her.”
Nodding, Jack ordered, “Get back with Marc and make sure he has Cam’s coordinates at all times. Cam’ll be planning the mission as he goes and it may be a short notice that Marc will get.”
Luke quickly entered the information into his system and called Marc back. Giving him the closest landing field, he had Marc on stand-by. Then he gave him the latest information he could access about the area.
Within minutes, Marc called Cam back. “They still sick?”
“Yeah. Still retching in the back of the truck. They can’t hear me.”
“Good. Luke says that there’s no new info that says that the nurses have been moved. Your coordinates look like you are heading straight for the medical facility that she should be at. Go slow, man. You do not want her to give you away.”
Snorting, Cam replied, “Hell, the way I look, the only thing I’m gonna do is scare the shit outta her.”
“You may not see her at first. You got a plan for sticking around if necessary?”
“If I gotta, I’ll take half of a pill myself, just to become sick enough to get to stay, but I’m hoping it won’t come to that. Don’t want to be ill if my
“But what? What can we do?” the head worker asked.
“I’ll take ’em. In their truck, I’ll take ’em to the medical camp.”
The others looked dubiously at him and then nervously at each other.
Cam continued, “We leave ’em here and they die, someone’ll come searching and then it’ll look like maybe we killed them. Or we get sick too.”
The heaving of the two men at his feet punctuated his words.
“Help me load them into the truck, I get them to help and then we’re good. No one’s pissed at us and then I can get back.”
The workers all began to nod. None of them wanted to take the risk, but if the big, newcomer was willing…they were fine with the plan.
Loading the two men into the back of the truck, Cam hopped up into the driver’s seat. Looking at the lead worker, he sent him a questioning look.
“Go down the mountain,” he was told. “When you get to the fork, go left. If you keep following that and take a left at any fork, then you’ll come to the nearest compound I know. It’ll be about twenty miles away. I’ve…I’ve never been but that’s what I’ve heard. There should be a doctor there.”
Nodding, Cam started the engine and headed the truck down the mountain. Finally I’m making progress!
With the two men still heaving in the bed of the truck, Cam pulled out his secure cell and placed a call to Marc. Giving him an update, he hung up knowing Marc would call him back as soon as he had more intel from Luke.
With the window down, the breeze blew Cam’s hair, now longer and he looked at his filthy hands from having worked in the dirt. Hell, I’ll scare her to death if I find her, he thought, but realized that his appearance worked perfectly to disguise himself. Come on Marc. Call back. Time to get the girl!
*
Luke, pulling his shift in the Saints main room in the compound, got a call from Marc. Its about time, he thought. While patience was definitely a virtue for him, with Cam out in the field alone, the other Saints had been chomping at the bit. Swallowing the last of his now luke-warm coffee he said, “What have you got?” While listening to what Marc was reporting, he quickly alerted Jack. He began working the intel, after fixing another pot of coffee, ignoring the Keurig on the workroom counter. Known for making strong coffee, the others joked that no Keurig was good enough for him. Within ten minutes Jack joined him.
“What’ve we got?” Jack asked sharply.
“Cam’s finally found a way to get closer to Miriam. He used the pills to induce vomiting of two agents and now is on his way with them toward one of the cartel’s medical tents. Since we placed him near the last known location of Miriam, that should take him straight to her.”
Nodding, Jack ordered, “Get back with Marc and make sure he has Cam’s coordinates at all times. Cam’ll be planning the mission as he goes and it may be a short notice that Marc will get.”
Luke quickly entered the information into his system and called Marc back. Giving him the closest landing field, he had Marc on stand-by. Then he gave him the latest information he could access about the area.
Within minutes, Marc called Cam back. “They still sick?”
“Yeah. Still retching in the back of the truck. They can’t hear me.”
“Good. Luke says that there’s no new info that says that the nurses have been moved. Your coordinates look like you are heading straight for the medical facility that she should be at. Go slow, man. You do not want her to give you away.”
Snorting, Cam replied, “Hell, the way I look, the only thing I’m gonna do is scare the shit outta her.”
“You may not see her at first. You got a plan for sticking around if necessary?”
“If I gotta, I’ll take half of a pill myself, just to become sick enough to get to stay, but I’m hoping it won’t come to that. Don’t want to be ill if my
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