Loco, Razer 8 (6 page)

The two FBI cars stop. The FBI agents continue to shoot at
the truck until they kill the three drug cartel elements.

The car with el Gato and Claudia is speeding away, heading
towards a private airport.

The FBI cars are not able to continue pursuing the car.
“ICE, we’re blocked and can’t pursue the car with agent De La Cruz,” says FBI
agent Anderson. He feels horrible, full of terror and frustration.

The car with el Gato and Claudia arrive at the private
airport. El Gato jumps out and takes Claudia into his arms. He strides quickly,
heading to the plane, yelling out to his men. “I need you two gueys to continue
down the road and drive to the coast up north.” He then boards the plane with
Claudia.

The gueys in the car continue down the road, going in a
different direction. The men are not aware that the stud earrings stolen are
GPS and that they’re being monitored.

“ICE, the GPS that agent De La Cruz has is moving towards
the coast,” says FBI agent Smith, smiling. He’s pleased that they have
Claudia’s location.

“Anderson, you need to get on the highway 5 and then onto
101, heading north. The GPS indicates that the car is heading to the coast,”
yells ICE.

I pray that the agents can get Claudia away from these
elements
, thinks ICS. ICE makes a call to the sheriff and police
department, requesting assistance in capturing the car.

The paramedics arrive at the warehouse and quickly take
Christopher’s vitals and hook up the IV. They cut off his vest.

The bullet proof vest saved his life. The bullet shot in the
chest was lodged in the vest.

“Wow, look at the bullet,” says Matthew, the paramedic, to
this partner, David. “The vest really works. It saved this agent’s life.”

“Yeah, he’s damn lucky,” says David. He helps to take off
the leather jacket and hands it over to the agent that’s standing nearby.
“We’re taking him into the Central hospital.”

“Okay,” says FBI agent Waterford. He looks around the
warehouse. He verifies that no evidence of the transaction is left behind.

“ICE, agent Rosas is being taken to the Central Hospital,”
says agent Waterford. “The warehouse is clean.”

“Okay, disperse,” says ICE. He watches the GPS monitor. The
entire state police force is on their tails. It’s only a matter of minutes before
they get caught.

El Gato laughs as he drops down into the plane with Claudia
in his arms.
I need to take all her weapons.
He pulls off the Glock on
her holster and the one at the small of her back.

Wow, this niña is really loaded with weapons
. He then
checks her boots and takes out the other two Glocks and the knives. He shakes
his head amazed.

She’s truly bella. I can’t wait to take her when we get
to the compound. I wonder if el Tigre would want her first. Well, I guess I can
share, if I must
, he thinks. The evil gleams from his dark eyes and alma
(soul).

They arrive within two hours and el Gato has a car waiting
for him to take him to the hacienda. He picks Claudia up in his arms. Claudia
hasn’t awakened from the hard strike with the gun to her head. Her head is
bleeding, the blood running down her neck.

“Luis, go and gather the guns,” yells el Gato. He slides
into the car, arranging Claudia in the back seat. That’s when he notices that
her head is bleeding.

He slides into the front passenger seat. He takes the guns
from Luis. “Get back on your own, guey,” he barks. He aims a gun at the driver.

He yells at the driver, cursing him, making him get out of
the car. He takes off with the car, leaving the driver stranded on the
deserted, isolated road.

“Hurry up,” says el Gato. “I know that we won’t be arriving
until late into the noche (night).”

The hacienda is located in a very isolated part of central
Mexico. They’re driving on a very isolated rough road. This makes it even
harder to get to the hacienda.

“We need to get some food and water before we continue,”
says el Gato. “Damn, I’m starving
.”

The driver stops at a small restaurant before they continue
out into the long isolated road. The restaurant packs up some food and plenty
of water for the long trip.

Claudia is starting to wake up. El Gato takes the drug that
he has ready in the front seat. He injects her with the syringe full of drug.
She
should be out for a while
, he thinks. He smiles evilly.

They get back in the car after having a meal and continue
onto the isolated road.

Christopher wakes up at the hospital a little confused, looks
around. He shifts and he immediately feels the stitches on his side. He moans
out in pain.

“Damn, this hurts! What the fuck. Where’s Claudia?” utters
Christopher.

Christopher carefully sits up in bed and calls the nurse. He
swings his legs to the side of the bed. He holds onto his side. He then looks
at his arms, checking to see if anything else is damaged.

I’m damn lucky that it was only the shot in the side.
Those gueys (jerks) could’ve killed me
, muses Christopher.

The nurse enters the room in a hurry.
I wonder what the
FBI agent could want. These people are so scary
, she thinks. She tries to
smile.

“Agent Rosas, can I help you?” asks Nurse Roberts.

“I need to leave now,” says Christopher. “Take these off!”
He extends his arm, to have the nurse take off his IV.

“I need to get the doctor to authorize your leaving,” says
the nurse Roberts.

She quickly turns and exits the room. She seeks out the
doctor.
He scares me half to death,
she thinks. She strides over to Dr.
Smith.

“Dr. Smith, the FBI agent Rosas wants to leave the hospital
and asks to have his IV removed,” says Ms. Roberts.

“I’ll take care of it, Ms. Roberts,” says Dr. Smith,
nodding.

He observes how terrified she is of FBI agent Rosas. He
walks over to Christopher’s room. He enters the room to take off the IV.

“Is there a reason why you want to leave and not stay for
observation?” asks Dr. Smith.
I know how impatient the FBI agents, or any
type of law enforcement are,
thinks Doctor Smith.

Damn, but I know Christopher, and he is always real cool
about things. I wonder what’s happening
, ponders Doctor Smith.

He waits to see if Christopher would enlighten him. “You’re
technically doing well but the stitches can reopen if you go jumping and
running around,” says Dr. Smith. He waits for Christopher to respond.

“Yeah, I know, but my partner has been taken by the Mexican
cartel and I need to do something,” says Christopher. “Can you put some
medication or something to numb it?”

“Yeah, I can put some medication to numb the area and give
you some drugs for the pain,” replies Dr. Smith
. I know that there’s no way
that I can make Christopher stay in the hospital any longer
, he thinks.

“Okay, do it! I have to go,” says Christopher, looking for
his clothes.

Dr. Smith quickly gives Christopher the pain killers and
puts some numbing ointment on the wound. “Done. Take care.”

“Thanks, Eric,” says Christopher, getting off the hospital
bed. He grabs his shirt and pulls it on, grimacing from the pain.

“Good Luck,” says Dr. Smith. He strides out of the room.
Christopher is right behind him, striding quickly out of the hospital. He calls
ICE.

“ICE, where’s Claudia?” asks Christopher. He’s full of
terror at thought of what could be happening to Claudia.

Yeah, I knew that those imbeciles were up to something
when they kept on looking at Claudia. Damn! This was supposed to be easy
transaction. What in the hell went wrong? We have to get her back. The familia
is going to be distraught and so is my Bebe.

“Rosas, the Cartel has her and we don’t know where. The
animals in the car had her studs and the GPS is not on her,” says ICE, with
frustration. “We need to locate her so we can extract her.

“I’m heading out right now to the office,” says Christopher.
I have to think of something that leads us to Claudia. How can we get the
Cartel to expose her location without jeopardizing Claudia’s safety? Dios mio,
help us get Claudia out of the Cartel’s clutches,
contemplates Christopher.

Christopher takes a cab back to the office. He’s in the
office within thirty minutes.

It’s still early and there’s hardly any traffic in the LA
area. He walks into the office with an outburst of energy from the adrenaline
that he’s feeling.

“Rosas, it’s great to see that you’re alright. We need to
get Claudia’s location. We’re at a dead end. Here’s where the truck with the
cargo was stopped, causing the agents to stop pursuit of the car that had
Claudia. We then had that car heading towards highway 101 going north on the
coast. We managed to intercept the car with the assistance of the entire state
police department. The elements had Claudia’s stud earrings,” says ICE.

He’s frustrated. He looks at the map for the thousandth time
in the last two hours.
I don’t see anything
, he muses.

“The officers couldn’t get any information from the
elements. They wouldn’t divulge Claudia’s whereabouts,” says ICE.

Sometimes when you’re looking too hard, you get tunnel
vision
, thinks Christopher.

Christopher walks over to the map. He looks at the location
of where the truck was stopped. He slowly starts to go out in small increments
in diameter to see what’s out there.
Some place where they could hide,
ponders Christopher.

“ICE, what if we get Claudia’s sister to pose as Claudia.
The drug cartel will wonder if they’ve got the wrong person,” says Christopher.

He looks at ICE. “Claudia is an identical twin. Maybe this
can get us some information on where Claudia was taken,” says Christopher.

OMG, what am I doing, exposing my Bebe to such danger?
What else can we do, we need to get Claudia from the clutches of those animals
,
ponders Christopher.

“Yeah, I remember reading that in her file. That’s a great
idea. I see what you’re thinking and it just might work. We can have them think
that they’ve got the wrong person or even better that Claudia escaped,” says
ICE, nodding. He’s in agreement. “It might work and we need to try everything.
Go and talk to Claudia’s twin and see if she can pose as Claudia to draw out
the drug Cartel.”

“Okay, I’m on it,” says Christopher. He quickly walks out of
the office, forgetting about looking any further on the map.

The FBI agents in the office are missing the private airport
on the map. They’re not able to figure out how Claudia was taken out of the
area.