Part 21

Part 21

Four broken necks, six killed by arrows, which means I have three left. These three aren't looking for their buddies, I don't even think they know they're gone. I reached the girls, looked Rhonda in her eyes, and asked her for the passwords. This way I'll know if she's lying to me. If she can say the passwords with a straight face, she set me up. Tears filled her eyes but she never stopped looking at me, then she speaks,

"I'm sorry, I love you, and didn't mean to hurt you." Rhonda said with tears flowing.

It wasn't the passwords but if she can lie to me to my face, then I deserve to die by her hands; because my soul would be dead already if I found out the tears were a lie. I asked her about the other three and she told me they're still on our side, but Cal is the questionable one. I cut the four women down and Reonna took out the last three hostiles. Elsey came over to tell me she still thinks Rhonda deserves a better husband but gave me the biggest hug I’ve ever been blessed with. Rhonda allowed everyone to hug me and tell me thank you before she came over to grace me with a hug and her lovely kisses all over my face. I didn’t get one on the lips since she hasn’t been able to brush her teeth in days, thank God for small favors. I told them about the cave and us setting out in the morning to head back to the car so we can find a motel where we can clean up and get some sleep on a soft bed. Maybe we should look for a hotel instead of a motel if we're looking for the best mattress.

Our walk back was filled with information. Steffanie told me how Cal turned a few months before they came to team up with us, but figured since he wasn’t the only man in the group it would make things easier on him. She overheard him talking to the guy at the airstrip telling him that there’s a lot of money on the airplane and that they can have all the cash out of my bag but he needs the file. They agreed to kidnap us, but I couldn't do anything because we were out numbered and out gunned. Cal stated he was going to go with you, and the men that stayed back was going to kill you for your bag.

I explained that Cal is the one that woke me up when the guys were coming through the woods, if he truly wanted me dead he could have let me take one to the head and take the file. Then I ran everything pass them again because there was still a missing piece, so either they're lying or I’m missing something.

“Cal said the Unicorn File was on the plane, you guys don’t have it?” I mentioned to see what they were going to do.

“No, we thought you have it.” Steffanie said.

“Cal must have it.” Elsey said.

“Cal is dead, the guys shot him in the head while I was running with him over my shoulder. He didn’t have anything on him.” I explained

“Well, no love lost if you ask me, we can take over the agency without it. With our knowledge and power, that file was just a bonus to make things happen faster.” Steffanie said in high spirits.

Part 20

Part 20

That night I was off and on my way to Coahuila Mexico. It took seventeen hours to get there driving, seventeen hours with only making gas stops. Thank God for making me a man. Flying wasn't an option, thanks to what's in my possession, and that bounty on my head. Anyway, then I had to walk for three hours. There's not many roads out here, and they sure as hell don't lead you where someone is possibly being held captive. I had 23 hours of nonstop movement to think about the different scenarios. All I know is, that I'm not dying alone. I'm taking at least two with me, the only one I truly worry about is Steffanie. She knows everything about me, but it's never too late to change your plan. Unless you're in the thick of things, then it's too late. Come up with a plan and stick with it, there's never a plan B.

My heart is racing, I'm looking around trying to find shadows or moving land. I can't be too sure that there's not someone out there gunning for me. I reached a cave that hasn't been used in years, or ever by the looks of it. I made myself a makeshift broom and got up as much dirt and bugs as I could. Gathered enough branches, with leaves attached to make a semi-soft palette. Tonight I'll sleep and rejuvenate my body and set out at sunrise so I can retrieve my wife, or lose my life.

Odd enough, I slept peacefully under the circumstances. If I'm being setup, I want them to work for the Unicorn File. So, I placed the file behind heavy rocks that I knew for sure a woman can't lift. The only thing I took with me is ammo and four guns. When I got out into the open, I knew that by now if they made a fire it'll be going out, therefore there will be smoke. I climbed to the top of the mountain of where I slept and was able to see smoke coming from the west. I made another bow and cut up some branches for ammo.

The hike was long and put a beating on my feet, I could feel them blistering even with moleskin and two pairs of thick socks. By the time I reached the boundary of where Rhonda was being held, I noticed something that made my heart sink to the pit of my stomach. Hanging from a tree was three people, skinned, but clearly not moving. As the bodies swung around due to the small gust of wind, I was able to see that it was men, not women. I climbed a tree so I can see the entire camping area. There’s thirteen men; Rhonda, Steffanie, Elsey, and Reonna were all tied up to a tree that was on the opposite side of the campsite. I don’t deem the men as being a threat to me but if I don’t move fast enough, they’ll be a threat to the women for sure. No one seems to be designated to watch the women, if I can get Rhonda free I'll have an extra set of eyes to help me knocked these guys off one at a time.

I go around the campsite, making sure I watch my step to insure they don’t see or hear me. I don’t believe these guys are assassins so I could easily talk to them to get them to comply, but where’s the fun in that. The first guy I reach was standing towards a tree taking a piss. I grabbed his jaw and broke his neck without any type of fight. I looked into his face and saw the old man from the airstrip in Shubuta in him, just a younger dirtier version. I gave him $10,000.00 for fuel a plane, not a big huge commercial plane but a private plane that twenty people can fit comfortably; the $10,000.00 wasn’t enough. He wanted more and kidnapped the women, but Cal’s story isn't adding up to how this seems to be playing out. If I feel that they're lying, I’ll kill them all.

Part 19

Part 19

I knew for sure the guy Matt wasn’t an assassin, but Ryan is questionable. What I do know, is that both of these guys either took a life or about to take one by the contents in their cart. I feel bad for the poor sucker that run across these two, I quickly grabbed a few things and went on about my way. I stopped two aisles over to check out the footwear when I overheard Matt saying something about a missing Sheriff. That was enough for me, I grabbed a pair of boots that I thought would work, a few pair of thick socks. I had everything I needed from that department, I made one more stop to get me things I could eat while I was in the motel and none perishable foods I can carry with me when I set out. By the time I got to the checkout line, the two sketchy guys were in from of me and there was only one line open, so I had no choice but to wait. While they were emptying their cart I noticed they added a few more things to make it look like they aren’t trying to cover up a murder. Then a phone rings. I stood there looking in the opposite direction in which they were standing. Matt approaches me,

“Umm dude, that’s your phone ringing.”

Looking at him amazed, I started to pat everywhere. There was a little compartment in my bag, I took it off, and took the phone out. Reluctant to answer it, I do against my better judgement.

“Hello.” I answered.

“28.192322, 102.092038; they kidnapped me.”

“Rhonda, Rhonda!” I yelled out as the phone disconnects.

“Hey, if you need help we’re easy to find. We’re heading camping but we can postpone that if you need help finding someone.” Ryan mentioned.

“Thank you Sir but I’m okay, my wife is drunk so you know how that goes.” I replied

“Okay then, I hope you enjoy your stay.” Ryan said pushing the cart.

“Yeah, enjoy Shubuta my brotha.” Matt said, throwing his fist in the air.

Ignoring his so called bonding gesture, I put my things on the counter for the cashier to ring up. She told me that both Ryan and Matt are great boys and she’s positive that Matt wasn’t trying to be rude. I gave her a side smile, like I truly cared about any of them. If it were up to me, I would blow this entire town to shit just because they allowed two psychopaths roam the streets freely. I paid for my things and went back to my room. The first thing I did was to find out where those coordinates would take me. It took me a little over ten minutes to find Rhonda’s location. What in the hell is in Coahuila Mexico? There’s nothing out there and maybe that’s the point. They found out they didn’t have the Unicorn File so they had Rhonda call and say she was kidnapped to get me to rescue her. I’m stuck at a crossroad and have no clue what to do; do I go there, possibly be attacked or not go there and they end up killing my wife?

I waited a few days to devise a plan. I can’t leave her there, even if it means putting my life on the line. If she betrayed me, then I will kill her in our next life, but for now I need to save the woman i believe I married. People these days take marriages for granted. There's always someone out there trying to fuck someone else's husband or wife. Since I'm cut from a different cloth, I hold my vows close to my heart. So I wouldn't be a real man if I left my wife to possibly die.

Part 18

Part 18

Since they’re not logging into the National Flight registry, I have no clue where they are headed. I have no choice than to take Cal’s word that they are looking to take over the agency on their own, in order to make an assassin team of women. That’s the only way I can think they would leave Cal behind. The bound between those four seemed unbreakable but I was also on the outside looking in, so I don’t know what kind of inner circle problems they were experiencing. For all of that, Steffanie could have left Cal to bleed out instead of taking out the time to fix his leg. I just don’t know, I kneeled down on the edge of the bed to send up prayers for Cal’s soul. He shouldn’t have died with the type of skill we all have, but his blood is on their hands.

I did everything I could in order to make myself feel comfortable enough to shower and wash my clothes, that was soaked in Cal’s blood and bits of brain matter. A few small household booby-traps in case someone comes in my room from the doorway, and I set a few outside the window. Although I’m on the seventh floor, agents like myself can scale a wall with no problem, so I needed to cover all bases. The motel was set up as two rooms, the bedroom/living area, and bathroom. There’s a little area where one could set up an ironing board, so I used that area to pin the contents of the Unicorn File. I needed to see what I was working with and how I would go about either disappearing for good, or taking over the agency on my own. Looking at over a thousand pages scattered on the wall, floor, in the bathroom, on the bed, and I still couldn’t see a firm connection. I went through every page, one at a time; then it hits me. It all starts with the new President that just took Office three months ago. President Dominic Tracey has ties with just about every major corporation and Foreign Officials. There’s files here about conspiracy, corruption, murder, attacks on the United States by the United States; and the worst of all, ways President Tracey is defrauding the people for his own personal gain. It’s safe to say, I have them by the balls, but I’m now the main target.

I left out of the motel the next morning to find different clothes, a new sturdy backpack, some combat boots, and maps. I figured, there’s no reason in buying a burner phone, I don’t believe I have anyone else that I can trust. While I was in the store halfway done my shopping, I ran into these two sketchy guys. They were in the camping section with me talking about how much tarp would they need to winterize the basement. The one fella, tall white guy, built like a football player, came over to introduce himself,

“Hi, I’m Ryan. Ryan Matters and this is my brother by another mother, Matt Henson. I never seen you in these parts before, here visiting?”

“Just passing through.” I replied, trying to keep my distance.

Part 16

Part 16

I'm stuck in Shubuta with no plan, wife, or map; how does this happen? I asked the guy to point me in the direction of the nearest town. Pointing northwest of where we were standing, then proceeded to tell me it was 53 miles away. No car for sell and he lives there at the hanger and only flies out of the area; but of course, with my luck, his plane is being worked on. I grabbed a few bottles of water and started to head out to get to the inner city of Shubuta. 

"Hey uh, aren't you forgetting something?" The man yelled out.

Before I had a chance to answer there goes Cal walking out of the hanger. They left us both. Uncontrollable laughter came over me, they left me with the weakest link, the one that can't function because he has a broken leg. So now I get to travel 53 miles with this heavy bag and him on my shoulders.

"They did this shit on purpose." Cal said hobbling over towards me.

"Are you able to walk or do I need to carry you?"

"I don't need you to carry me, I can walk on my own. Did you hear me? They did this shit on purpose."

"Can we walk and talk. We have a long journey ahead of us and I want to get at least halfway there before we make camp."

"Yeah, whatever. They have the Unicorn File and the coordinates to get to the safe house. They want to do the takeover on their own, having an organization with just women assassins. I heard them talking about it while your wife was fixing the plane. After she found out about you and Elsey having sex."

"What, I didn't fuck her. She kissed me,  that was as far as it went."

"Reonna was talking to her while she was fixing the plane before yall came back. Telling her shit like, you two have been out there too long to just be hunting. After a few times of her saying that a few different ways, your wife asked if Elsey would have sex with you knowing you were married. Well, I'm sure you can figure out Reonna's answer. From then on she was quiet, just tinkering with the airplane. What sealed the deal is when Steffanie told you to wipe off the lip gloss. Rhonda was watching yall walk up the pathway and gasped. I assume she saw the lip gloss before you even got your the door, that's what tipped off Steffanie too look for what your wife saw. So basically, you got a great piece of ass by the sounds of it but it was a goodbye piece of ass."

Part 17

Part 17

I told Cal to drop it because we both need to stay focused on getting to the island. He told me again how they had the information with them but I told him not to worry about it,  just let me know when he needs to rest. We walked in silence until the sun started to depart from us. We set up camp, I hunted a few rabbits and picked berries while Cal rested up. After we ate dinner, we took turns napping while the other kept look out.

"Get up, we have movement." Cal whispered
 
Behind us I heard three sets of footsteps but only one person breathing, hard. I grabbed the bag and threw Cal over my shoulder and ran off in the direction we were heading initially. If I can make it deeper in the woods I can put Cal down somewhere safe and pick them off one at a time, killing the heavier of the three last since he's not that big of a threat, no pun intended. I heard one gunshot and felt a warm liquid run down my back. I got Cal to a safer place in the woods, propped him against the tree, and saw the bullet hole right through the side of his head.

They split up, trying to corner me in. As much as I didn't want to leave him there, I had no other choice. Checked him over for any weapons I could use since the only ammo and guns I have is in my bag, and we used 500 rounds of that already. Instead of finding a bunch of guns, there was one 9mm, five full magazines, and six grenades. I pulled the keys to all six and took off into the night. I maybe made it 150 yards before the explosion and I'm hoping it took out at least two of these head hunters.

The blast was powerful, to give me a ringing sound in my ears and slightly knock me off my feet. There was nothing and I mean nothing that was going to allow me to stop and give up, I just need to make it to the inner city, and I'll be half way to my destination. I must've ran the rest of the way because by the time I slowed down I was in the town of Shubuta. I searched around for a motel, there was a total of four with within a three block radius. I picked the one in between the three. This way I'll hear them coming before they make it here.

I checked in, cash, no identification needed. Went to my room and pulled out the Unicorn File to make sure it was all there, and it was. I looked at the information for the island and I had that too. I guess they thought I dropped this bag with the others. Shame on them!

Part 15

Part 15

Two hours into our flight, Rhonda has gotten sick at least four or five times. I walked to the back to check on her; Elsey, her new BFF stops me to make sure that I was aware that I was the reason she’s going through this, and that I’m not welcome. I push her to the side and started rubbing Rhonda’s back.

“I looked around and found a warm Ginger Ale, I hope this settles your stomach until we can get you to a Doctor.”

“I don’t need a Doctor and I don’t need you touching me.” Rhonda said between her getting sick and stuffing her head in the bucket.

I left the can soda near her and walked to the cockpit to see if they needed help with anything. Steffanie asked me to find another private landing strip so we can refuel. Within seconds it seemed like, there were flashing lights from a runway about 20 miles southeast from where we were located, placing that landing strip right outside of Shubuta Mississippi.

“I know it looks like we’re taking the wrong route but, if we want to stay out of view of the government, we have to stay outside the line of the commercial flights. Otherwise we’ll have to check in and give them our information.” Rhonda mentioned

“I figured that much, you’re doing a great job keeping this bird in the air.” I replied
“Don’t thank me, thank your wife. She’s the one that got us up and going.” Rhonda stated, looking at me out of the corner of her eye.

At first I thought nothing about that side-eyed comment, until I took my seat and buckled down for the landing. It seems obvious that everyone knows something about my marriage that I don’t. I guess the saying is right, men don’t recognize shit if it’s not tits and ass because I sure as hell thought we got pass the one issue we had; I guess we didn’t. I could feel the plane descending and within minutes we were landing on the strip, and everyone was excited to get out and get some fresh air. There was something in me during flight that wanted to shoot out a damn windows after the first hour because good grief, that bucket of vomit in the rear of the plane was a killer. There’s no air conditioning and no ventilation, therefore it’s hot and stunk like a whore house in the ghetto. No one was ready for that type of travel time. I was the first at the door with my bag strapped to my back. As soon as it opened, I didn’t wait for the ladder to get all the way to the door, before I took a leap and tumbled down the steps making a huge fool of myself and spraining my ankle on the way down. After being on a vomit plane for two hours, I’m willing to break a leg to get some fresh air.

“Can you fill it up please Sir.” I said handing him a little over $10,000.00.

We need to keep a low profile, so some of that was for gas and the rest was what we call, hush money. The guy didn’t say a word, he pulled the tank over and started fueling right away. I asked where the bathroom was located and he pointed behind the hanger. I took my time, checking out the area, making sure there wasn’t anyone hiding in the bushes. The last thing I need is to be caught with my pants down, literally. I get to the outhouse, lock myself in and handle my business. The relief of clearing my bladder was the more happiest moment I’ve had since that large slice of deer meat last night. I heard the plane’s engine turn on; I finished pissing, stuffed my manhood in, and was zipping up my pants trying to get out the door. By the time I reached the front of the hanger, the plane was rolling down the strip.

“What the fuck just happened?” I yelled to the guy that fueled the plane.

“The pregnant girl said to leave you here, so they ummmm. They left you here.”

Amazed at my life right now, even this fucker that we don’t know knows she’s pregnant. Pacing back and forth trying to come up with another plan, I stopped and unstrapped my bag. Looking inside I see the Unicorn File, the information to get to the Cancade’s Estate in the Cayman Islands, and a large amount of money. So I stood there asking myself, where in the hell are they going?