Loco, Razer 8

by P. T. Macias

  A couple weeks later, Claudia is packing her gear at her temporary apartment. The FBI agency installed me in this apartment. I don’t live here in this apartment. It’s just a front for the undercover that I’ve been working on for the past year. I can’t believe it’s been that long. Finally, we’re making some progress. I truly thought this mission would be over by now. It’s had some delays.

  I need to be ready by midnight to meet with the arms dealer. The setup is in place. It’s been hard work but we’ve managed to infiltrate into the dangerous world of drugs, arms, and death.

  Claudia finishes braiding her long brown hair into a French braid. She’s naturally feminine and sexy. She has on her favorite black lace bra and black lace bikini panties from Eve’s Pleasures.

  She turns around and pulls on her black leather pants, bullet proof vest under her black long sleeve t-shirt, black leather jacket, and black leather boots. She slides a couple of knives into the black leather boots that have special-made sleeves and a Glock in each boot.

  Claudia also tucks a Glock at the small of her back in the waist band of her leather pants. She slides a knife in the French braid and some in her leather jacket. She’s loaded with weapons. The one weapon that she has exposed is the one that she puts in the front of her side holster.

  Christopher and I have made contacts and have achieved our goal to get close to the arms dealer and drug Cartel. We’ve earned their trust. The stage is set.

  Now, we have to go through the transaction which will be recorded. After we’ve obtained the state-of-the-art ammunitions, we will wait for the dealer to leave. We will wait with the ammunition cargo.

  The entire FBI team will sweep in and capture the arms dealer as he leaves the building, she mentally reviews the plan.

  Getting the terrorist to make a deal to sell the sophisticated ammunition has been a feat. The terrorist wanted to get the highest price for it and there have been a lot of negotiations. This has been a real draining process. The negotiations have been completed and now, show time is at midnight.

  This will be a great achievement for Christopher’s and my careers, if this transaction is successfully completed. Not that it matters anymore. I’m leaving the Bureau, muses Claudia.

  Gaining the trust to do business with us has been accomplished by taking baby steps. After many transactions and much patience, we’re finally able to get a big cargo of state-of-the-art ammunition.

  Christopher and I have managed to achieve a double infiltration. We also have gained the trust of the Mexican Cartel. We have become the ammunition buyers for the Cartel.

  We’re posing as the Cartel’s minions to purchase ammunition for the Cartel located in Mexico. The terrorists believe that the state-of-the-art ammunition is being sold to the Mexican Cartel.

  Christopher feels like he has to always protect me even if he knows that I can take care of myself. I know that Christopher sees me as his hermana (sister).

  Christopher Rosas and I went through training together. We know each other’s weaknesses and strengths. We’ve been working together as partners since graduating from the academy. We have gone through a lot of undercover and work hazards that have made us bond. We’re close like hermanos. We each know what the other is thinking when we’re in action and danger. We have each other’s backs.

  I’ve worked hard to be in the position I’m in. This has not been pleasant. It’s tough to associate on any level with the garbage. Calling them animals is too kind.

  The men that I have been dealing with are the scum of the earth. They will stop at nothing to gain the money, the power that they want. It doesn’t matter who they hurt or betray.

  This has started to drain me; I have been feeling weary of the endless amount of scum in the world. No matter how many are captured and imprisoned, there’s always a new batch coming up.

  These men are strong, mean, and soulless. These men are eager to replace and seize whatever position there is available. These are men that will do anything for power and will stop at nothing. Their goal is gaining wealth, no matter what the price is or the sacrifice required.

  The doorbell rings and Claudia strides quickly to open the door. First, I need to make sure it is Christopher. You just never know. I need to be careful, especially since show time is tonight.

  Si, it is Christopher and he’s ready to go. She opens the door and steps back.

  Christopher is wearing his favorite black tight leather pants and jacket with black cycle boots. Christopher looks gorgeous. He has green eyes, dark brown hair and a golden tan. He’s 6”2” and is trim, with a lean body with just the right amount of abs and muscles to make the chicas’ mouths water. He’s definitely a man’s man.

  Claudia opens the door. “You’re ready, good,” says Claudia. She walks back to her room to close her duffle bag.

  Christopher is right behind her ready to scoop up the bag for her. Geeze, he’s always doing that, like I can’t do it. I wonder if he ever will stop babying me. I know he knows I can take care of myself. He’s my partner.

  “Okay, Claudia, we need to get going to get ready for show time. The crew is stationed a few blocks from the warehouse. We need to get the special microphones and webcams on us. Come on, let’s go,” says Christopher.

  He turns, exits the room. He strides to the SUV, to the front door. He throws her bag over the seat and into the back seat of the black SUV, which has bullet proof glass and steel panels.

  They both climb into the front seats. Driving down the street, they look for anything that can be wrong, anything that can make the entire operation shut down. The street looks clean.

  They drive to the location a few blocks from the warehouse and drive through a gate that they have opened with the remote opener. Going behind the warehouse, they push the automatic door opener and drive into the warehouse. Christopher parks the SUV inside the warehouse.

  Getting out, they enter another building and quietly pass clearance with the two guards stationed for security. Not a word is exchanged by Christopher, Claudia, or the guards.

  They walk into the room located in the center of the warehouse. It’s so well protected that when you approach it, you can’t see any light filtering through the cracks.

  They knock on the door and wait for clearance. Claudia and Christopher walk down a hallway and into a room where the Director and other FBI agents are waiting.

  “Ready for action?” asks the Director Elliot Brown. Director Brown, aka Ice, is well known for his cold-as-ice blood and attitude. He gets the job done. Period! He’s 6’4” tall, with blonde hair and has incredible light blue eyes that rarely, if ever, show emotions. He has the body of a weight lifter, nothing but hard muscle, not an ounce of fat. “This is what we’ve been working for. We will finally get that scum. Smith, put on the equipment.”

  Smith walks over to Claudia and Christopher. Good thing both of them have their ears pierced, thinks Smith.

  “This is a new device we’re trying out. The webcam is inside the studs. We want both of you to wear the studs. We’ll be able to monitor from each side of you. The studs are also a tracking device in case anything goes down.

  Claudia takes the studs and looks at them “They look like real diamonds. Nice,” says Claudia, nodding. “Good thing you have your ears pierced, Christopher. I think they’ll look cool on you, real sweet.”

  “Yeah, I think they’re cool. They don’t look like anything else but diamond studs. Brilliant,” says Christopher.

  “Yes, they’re real awesome and the latest technology. The stud’s stem works as an actual antenna. The small cam and speaker combination is inside the stud that is made to look like the real diamond. It is very remarkable,” says Smith, grinning.

  He’s pleased with the new babies that he helped create. “We’ll be able to see and hear everything. If the assignment goes down wrong and you get snatched, we’ll be able to track you. We’ll be able to rescue you quickly.”

  Claudia and Christopher also are armed with firea
rms to use for protection and to exterminate enemies, if needed.

  “I want you two to make the transaction and get out of there. I don’t want to blow your cover. We might need to use it on another assignment planned for the other Cartel. Make it quick. As soon as you two exit the warehouse we will burst in and clean the trash,” says Director Ice. “It should all flow nice and smooth. Okay, ready to execute.”

  Claudia and Christopher exit the room and head for the SUV. They climb inside and quickly leave the warehouse. They head to the rendezvous. Each of them is on a high dose of adrenaline. They’re excited that finally they will be able to finish with this mission.

  Loco strides into the barracks to get his work clothes. “What are you doing?” asks Loco. He looks over at Ghost.

  “I’m waiting for the call,” says Ghost. His voice low, grinning.

  “I thought you would want to work out. I want to do some sparring and you’re the only one that makes it tough,” says Loco.

  He narrows his eyes at Ghost. Damn, he’s all into this chica. That’s scary, he thinks.

  “Okay, that sounds great! I’ll work out with you in a few, okay?” replies Ghost, grinning. “I need to talk to her for a few minutes.”

  “Yeah, yeah, I know, right,” says Loco. He turns to get dressed. “I’m going to spar with Panther.”

  “I’ll be there in a few,” replies Ghost, answering the cell.

  Loco walks out of the barracks, shaking his head. He walks to the gym to work out.

  Chapter Seven

  Claudia and Christopher arrive at the warehouse. The warehouse is located a few blocks down from the conference site. They’re on time. They’re anxious and excited to go and finish the transaction.

  This is going to be a grand production, thinks Claudia. I’m ready and I’m already into my role.

  They park the SUV outside of the warehouse, close to the door so they can do a quick exit after the transaction. They walk into the warehouse, fully aware of the danger they’re entering.

  Christopher is carrying all three duffle bags with ninety million dollars for the newest, most dangerous state of the art ammunition. Not even the government has it available.

  This is it, the big night. Yeah, I just don’t feel right about it, thinks Claudia, waiting for the drug cartel’s dealer.

  Geeze, he isn’t even the big fish, he’s his right hand. Christopher and I are just putting our vidas (lives) in jeopardy. All of it for this little snake, she thinks. With irritation, she attempts to control her feelings and not give herself away.

  It’s 0015 and he’s late, like always. No way can you expect these jerks to have any type of manners. I need to remain cool and in control. I don’t need El Gato to suspect anything after all of these months of hard work.

  She turns to look around the warehouse, noticing that it’s a little bigger than she thought. Hmmm, this is a good size building with lots of places to hide. I know that we have some back-up on the roof. The FBI agents will also be outside, down the road waiting to come in. Damn, it’s a little dark in here.

  Christopher looks at his watch. This is just freaking unbelievable. Los bastardos (the bastards) are late again. It’s 0030. I wonder what they’re up to because I don’t like this. They have the habit of being late. They’re on Mexican time, but they’ve never been this late before, he thinks, turning to look at Claudia, raising his eyebrow.

  Claudia looks at her watch, nods. “Ten more minutes,” she says.

  She looks at the back door. They’ve never been this late before on other transactions. Yeah, a few minutes but not this late. I wonder what they’re up to. They’re thirty minutes late! she thinks.

  Christopher walks over to the table and sets the three duffle bags on top. He looks around, trying to get the layout and feel of the warehouse.

  He looks up to the steel roof. Hmmm, it’s not a glass roof and the team can’t see what’s going on. We will have to work with the studs and pray that they work. We should have tried them out yesterday to see if and how the studs work. Now we have to trust that they work. Yeah, it is fucking incredible, he thinks.

  Christopher feels antsy and notices that the back door is slowly opening up. A truck is coming into the warehouse.

  There’s also a car right behind the truck with four gueys (jerks). We’re not expecting extra guests. We’re prepared for anything, but that! thinks Christopher.

  He watches the car stop behind the truck, about twenty feet back. Excellent, this is the truck with the ammunition on it. This is going to be tricky, because of the extra gueys. I don’t trust them. Damn, now I have to drive it out without Claudia. She has to escape quickly as I go.

  Claudia stands ready at the end of the table. She looks at the truck pull in, quickly pulls out her Glock.

  She waits for them to stop. There’re two men inside the cab of the truck. What in the hell is this? There are more men in that car that pulled in, thinks Claudia. Oh hell, this is going to get bad.

  The truck is a moving truck, thinks Claudia. We need to check this out back at the office. She memorizes the license plate.

  El Gato jumps out and walks over to Claudia. The driver jumps out of the truck. He runs to the back of the truck to open the back doors.

  Before the driver can open up the back doors, all hell breaks loose. “Gato, have your gueys in the car pull out! Turn the truck around, facing the garage door, and leave it running,” yells Christopher. He doesn’t like the situation.

  He points his Glock at el Gato. We’re not expecting the other car with the four gueys. “Now!”

  The other car with the four gueys is about twenty feet behind the truck and the car is running as the four gueys jump out. They stand next to their doors.

  El Gato gawks at Christopher and Claudia. Yeah, they’re suspicious. Hmmm, should I comply or ignore his request? It will actually work for me anyway if the truck is ready to go when we put Christopher out and take Claudia. Si, the dulce (sweet) Claudia, he thinks.

  “Hola, niños (hello kids),” says el Gato. He’s always trying to intimidate them with his age and experience. He looks them over. They’re only babies playing with adults, he thinks.

  The niña (little girl) is a beauty and I know that I’m going to have her first. I just can’t wait, he thinks licking his lips. He looks her over.

  “Bruno! Turn the truck around and leave it running,” yells el Gato, gawking at Claudia.

  “Do you have the cargo?” asks Christopher. I’m fucking going to kill him. I don’t like how this animal is looking at Claudia. I don’t trust him. She is not for him and I will kill him before he even gets to touch her. “We don’t have all night!”

  “Claro (of course)!” says el Gato. He looks over at Claudia, grinning. His grin looks evil.

  He walks over to the truck where the driver is standing with his gun pulled out.

  “Your guey is a little over zealous,” says Claudia. She smiles at him. Claudia walks over to the back of the truck. “We need to see the ammunition.” She stops a few feet away from the back of the truck, ready to shoot.

  “Gato, move your guey away from the door!” yells Christopher.

  I fucking don’t like the way the animals are looking at Claudia, he thinks.

  Christopher moves closer to the door to look inside to verify the ammunition.

  El Gato makes a hand signal to have the driver move to the other side of the truck with an evil smile. “Que pasa (what’s wrong)?” asks el Gato.

  He looks at Christopher and he looks into the truck with a flash light. “Everything is good.”

  “Si,” replies Christopher. He walks back to the table, not losing sight of el Gato and his guey.

  Carefully, he gets the bags. He starts to open the bags, while he continues to look at el Gato.

  Christopher waits for el Gato to walk over to verify the funds.

  This is too much for my nerves. El Gato looks like he’s more interested in Claudia than in the money, deliberates Christopher.


  El Gato turns to look at Christopher. He’s trying to pay attention to the transaction. It’s difficult to keep track of what’s transpiring. My mind is on el jefe (the boss), el Tigre, and his demand that we take Claudia back to him.

  “Bruno, aqui pronto (over here, hurry),” yells el Gato. He wants to start counting the money before completing the transaction. I need to make sure that the bottom of the pile is also money.

  Bruno sprints over to the table. He slides his gun in his waist.

  Bruno starts counting the money. It takes a little while to count all the money. It’s not easy to count ninety million dollars in hundred dollar bills

  Finally el guey is done. He’s anxious to get the transaction over with.

  I don’t like how El Gato keeps licking his lips. He looks at Claudia like a fine piece of meat, muses Christopher.

  This is too much. I really hope that Claudia truly means to resign or to change to an office desk position after this mission. I don’t ever want to be the one to be with her if anything awful happens in any deal, thinks Christopher.

  “Todo bien (everything good),” says Bruno. He zips up the duffle bags and gets ready to take them.

  “Okay,” says Christopher, smiling. “Take the money and disappear.”

  “Si,” agrees El Gato. He walks towards the table to get one of the duffle bags. He approaches the table and quickly turns to shoot Christopher in the side, right between the right ribs and stomach, missing any major organs.

  The vest is not covering that portion of his body. Christopher falls down onto the filthy ground. He shoots back, before blacking out from the blow that el Gato gives him.

  Everything happens quickly and Claudia takes aim.

  El Gato turns around as Claudia aims, ready to shoot him, when Bruno knocks her out.

  El Gato quickly scoops her up and takes her to the car. “Vamanos pronto (lets go, hurry), gueys,” yells el Gato.

  He rests Claudia in the back seat with one guey. El Gato goes to sit in the front on the passenger side.

  The guey in the back seat with Claudia immediately sees her diamond stud earrings. He takes them off.