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make for great sea-worthy attire, but I hadn’t expected to go into the water. Stupid move, as usual. I was making a habit of that lately.

    The lake was calm, there was hardly any wind, which aided us in moving quickly, but didn’t do anything to mask the sound of our approach. It couldn’t be helped. Luckily the lap of the water on the machine and the wake it made could be explained by a lot of things other than what it was. The kid had mentioned a yellow camp and after about fifteen minutes of hugging the shore we saw the peak of a second story rising over the marsh grass.  

    I signaled for Blake and pulled into the overgrown shoreline, he followed behind me. The water was only a few inches deep and the grass was high enough to provide significant cover, so we crouched low and pushed closer to the house.  

    There were signs of life, the windows were open and a few pairs of clothing were strewn over the porch railing. I didn’t spot any movement though.  

    “I’m going to move to the south, get a bead on the address, call in reinforcements. Stay here and keep an eye out,” I whispered to Blake who nodded in acknowledgment.

    It was obvious the owners of this camp had taken meticulous care of the area Pre-Z, and it was a beautiful camp, two stories, three if you counted the entertaining area underneath the camp. Now, though, the marsh was pushing back in, the grass was almost up to my shoulders, except for the area that was used for a driveway and the path to the boat launch, it was a mess.  

    I stayed low, at a disadvantage since the house was raised almost twenty feet off the ground and anyone looking out the window could see into the grass. My all black attire was great for night, but in the daylight I would be in contrast to the brown winter landscape.  

    I made it to the front of the camp without incident, but I did register sounds coming from the camp, there were people inside. No visual confirmation though, only the sounds of footfalls and the muffled sound of voices. From my vantage point I could see there was another camp about a quarter mile to the east. It was close enough that we could keep watch and hide our movements. Time to call in the troops.  

    I sent the three signal burst on my com, signaling to the compound that I was radioing in.

    “Island, this is Boss One.”

    “Roger, Boss One, this is Island. Do you have something for us?” Martinez’s voice came over my earpiece. They were ready. They had probably been waiting at the communication station.

    “We’ve located possible suspects, in need of back-up.”

    “Hallelujah, what’s the coordinates?”
    “Three clicks west, still on Chef, physical address is 20813. I need two units, one come in from the water, Pontchartrain side,” I glanced at my watch, “at fifteen-hundred, secondary unit come in by land after dusk. I want quiet and dark movement from the vehicle. Marine unit rendezvous underneath main structure.”

    “Copy that, Boss One.”

    “Boss Two,” I radioed to Blake.

    “Boss Two here,” he whispered back.

    “Fall back to the camp to the east. As much as I want to kick the door in and break some skulls, let’s figure out if this is the right group.”

    “Fuck, there went that idea,” he replied and I felt my lips turn up in a grin. The smile wasn’t about any kind of happiness, it was about action and an almost gleeful anticipation of what was about to go down.  

Sixteen | Just Torture
    BLAKE
    I stowed the two jet skis, pushing them into the marsh and covering them as best as I could with brush. I didn’t think anyone would come this way, but I didn’t want to assume, and we wanted to keep our presence a surprise. When I was done, I slowly made my way through the grass.  

    It was a tedious process, the camp we were going to occupy was set closer to the road and the marsh was overgrown with weeds and high grass. The neighboring camp was set high above me, so I couldn’t go quickly and cause the