Loco, Razer 8

by P. T. Macias

  It’s always crucial to extract the hostage within the first twenty-four to forty-eight hours. That’s the time frame we aim for, if we want any chance of extracting the hostage alive. Yeah, if god is willing, in one complete body, contemplates Roberto, anxiously.

  The Delta Force Razer 8 operative’s team is transported to the operational deployment area. The operatives are waiting to be deployed.

  I don’t know why this mission is causing me so much heartache. I don’t know what it is, ponders Roberto, attempting to shake off the feeling.

  “What’s up, Loco?” asks Ghost. Ghost is his partner who has learned to read all of his moods.

  It’s kind of scary sometimes to have someone else know what you’re feeling, thinks Roberto. He ignores his buddy. We spend so much time together that we have become more than just partners, friends, or even more than familia (family). We know each other well, we perceive our moods, fears, and demons.

  “I’m good,” replies Roberto, turning to look up at the sky. “I’m anxious to get this over and we’ve been waiting for the signal for two hours. I’m getting antsy about the mission and odds on the success of the extraction.”

  “Dude, I know. I can feel it,” agrees Panther. He looks at his buddy.

  He’s really anxious and I wonder why. Loco always has his feelings and body in tight control. That’s why we call him Loco, because he acts like nothing fazes him. He reacts like nobody ever would. He takes such loco risks, contemplates Panther.

  “I heard from one of the officers that the FBI Agent De La Cruz is a female. This doesn’t sit well,” says Panther. Panther is the team lead operative. He’s fast and vicious like a panther when stalking his victims.

  Panther is Mark Lotus and is 6’1 tall, lean, mean, and strong. His face is strong and he has brown eyes and light brown hair with soft full lips.

  The lips are the only thing that’s soft on this man. He hates any man that takes and abuses a woman. He’s ready to go and ready to kill those bastards.

  “You got to be fucking with me! What are we waiting for?” demands Loco, frustrated.

  “With luck, we’ll be able to get the FBI agent out alive and safe. Time is running out and we’ll be lucky if they don’t rape her,” says Loco, frustrated. He anxiously paces around the room.

  Damn it, it’s extremely urgent and important to extract the FBI agent as soon as possible. Who knows what type of abuse she’s suffering through at this very moment and the United States government is deciding on extraction. This really sucks, rages Loco.

  “I know, Loco. Time is crucial,” says Ghost. He looks around and waits for the signal to deploy.

  “Is that it? We’re not going to receive any additional Intel? We’re only getting the order to insert and extract the FBI Agent? We don’t have a picture?” states Roberto, feeling a tightness in his chest.

  Why am I reacting like this? Why do I feel these strong feelings with this particular mission? It’s not like I’ve never been on a mission involving extraction of women.

  That’s just it! I know the danger and abuse that the women often go through in the hands of these savages, scum, bastards, thinks Loco, frustrated. He clenches his jaw, flexing the muscle.

  “No, Loco,” says Ghost. He jams his right hand fist into his left hand, furiously.

  The other six team operatives are busy checking their gear and warming up for action. The operatives are feeling tense and frustrated with the delay in deployment. The wait is wearing on their nerves, with the knowledge that every minute is crucial.

  Roberto starts to stretch, wanting to be ready to take off as soon as the signal is given. I just need to keep moving before I go insane, he thinks.

  Chapter Twelve

  The key military and government figures have already been briefed on the special operation and have made the decision to deploy the Delta Force Team.

  Finally after hours of waiting, the signal is given to deploy. The Special Delta Force Razer 8 team operatives are deployed at 0400.

  Razer 8 operatives are issued the mission of extraction. The objective of the operation is to rescue the American FBI Agent who is being held hostage by the drug cartel lord in central Mexico and to eliminate all drug soldiers, if necessary.

  The Delta Force operatives are the offensive team against the Mexican Drug Cartel. The U.S. Delta Force Special Operative Unit, organized for the conduct of missions, requires that the Delta Force team be highly adaptable and completely self-sufficient.

  The team is made up of eight operatives. Operatives have highly specialized skills of direct action and counter-terrorist missions’ rapid response.

  The arsenal available to the Delta Force is said to be limitless. The very best weaponry the world has to offer is at their fingertips. Most of their arms are heavily customized.

  The Force is believed to favor the American Manufacturer Remington's Adaptive Combat Rifles (ACRs), as well as the company's M24 sniper rifle for long-range targets.

  Delta Force is launched in the early morning hours of the first day after getting the signal from the government top officials and CIA agency.

  The eight team operatives are split into four smaller two-operative groups. They are split by the operative’s specialized skills. The direct action and success will be more effective when in smaller teams.

  Delta Force operatives are granted an enormous amount of flexibility and autonomy. To conceal their identities, they rarely wear a uniform and usually wear civilian clothing, both on and off duty.

  Civilian hair styles and facial hair are allowed to enable the members to blend in and avoid recognition as military personnel.

  The Razer 8 team operatives are dressed in black leather pants, black leather boots, and black leather skin tight jackets. They cover their faces with special issued black ski masks that have radio transmitters and also night vision.

  Each operative carries their back pack full of explosives, weapons, survival food and emergency kit.

  The mission cannot be compromised. They’ve been given a broad range of power. Delta Force is formed as the core of the special strike unit. This unit has been hunting high profile target individuals like the Mexican drug lords.

  Virtually all information about the unit is highly classified and details about specific missions or operations are generally not publicly available.

  In the ruins of an old eighteenth-century hacienda, Claudia is being held captive. The hacienda can’t be approached by foot from three sides, except through dense jungle growing on the steep mountainside.

  The fourth side is approachable by a river with high trees running along it. The hacienda offers no place for a helicopter assault force to land.

  The drug cartel has a ten man team. The team easily commands the slopes and river of the ravine below, with small arms, and machine gun fire.

  It’s into this valley that the helicopters of Delta Force fly at 0500 to insert. The helicopters of Delta Force Razer 8 fly into the valley and turn their noses toward the hacienda.

  Unable to land, the Delta Force Razer 8 operatives begin to rapidly descend ropes hanging from the doors of the helicopters.

  The operatives swing wildly from the ropes on the helicopters as they’re caught in a cross-fire from the front of the hacienda.

  The Drug Cartel’s ten man army manages to open fire from the river and very quickly, there is small arms and machine gun fire from all around. The helicopters fly out of the valley. The group of eight operatives insert successfully. They quickly silence the ten man army before any signal can be given.

  The operatives don't spare anyone. They make sure that no one returns to fight them. They quickly separate, going into the jungle in different directions.

  The position where the operatives have inserted is approximately 20 miles from the main hacienda. The operatives know what’s at stake and each operative quickly transforms into a killing machine.

  The operatives approach the hacienda from different directions and eliminate
every man or animal that crosses their path.

  Roberto is getting extremely anxious as each minute and mile passes. Damn, what’s up with my Corazon (heart)? Roberto sprints as fast as he can.

  I know that we have to make it in time before the FBI agent is abused by these savages. I know that the team will take care of the cartel while I hunt for the FBI agent.

  El Tigre’s magnificent Spanish Colonial Hacienda dates back to the late 1800s and sits on 500 acres.

  The hacienda is conveniently located close to major cities in the central area of Mexico. The property is just 140 miles east of a major city in the state of Guanajuato, Mexico.

  The Casa Del Tigre has a main house that has two floors. It has 10 bedrooms, each one with its own bathroom.

  The casa has an incredible, huge open living room with a fireplace. Down from the main living room is the open kitchen. The casa has a game room that has all types of games and a billiard table for his guests to enjoy.

  The cartel’s main office has French doors that open up to the beautiful one acre rose garden with a water fountain with beautiful lights. The casa has large, independent water wells and a swimming pool with changing rooms. The garden really feels like a Garden of Eden. The natural paradise of this hacienda has remained totally undisturbed for years.

  A chapel is also on the property. An enormous terrace has the capacity to seat 100 people.

  There is a ten car garage with extra parking for up to 100 cars in the garden area. Down from the garage and close to the rose garden is a cottage for employees.

  The entry road to the house is 25 miles from the main road going up the steep mountainside on the east, so there is complete privacy.

  The only time anyone is ever heard is when they’re coming to visit the drug cartel lord. As such, it is perfect for El Tigre’s lair.

  All around is spectacular natural scenery. The amazing sights makes visitors want to linger and enjoy a truly magical place. This hacienda is located at an area that is isolated from the world.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Claudia wakes, blinking and attempting to move. I don’t know where I am and I can’t move my arms and legs. Ah, I have an awful headache.

  Oh, Dios mio (omg)! Where am I and what happened? I’m practically naked. She looks down the bed.

  Terrific, it looks like I’m tied up and they took off my clothes! Who knows where I am? It must have been that guey, el Gato! I have to escape, I need to somehow get free. Damn it, they would use damn plastic ties for straps.

  Those bastards! I wonder if Christopher is okay. I wonder what day it is. How long have I been here? I’m so thirsty.

  She looks around the room. The room is white, empty, and dirty. Omg! I have to escape, thinks Claudia.

  Two gueys (jerks) outside the door start talking in Spanish. Claudia goes still and she doesn’t make any noise. She listens to them talk.

  It’s a good thing that I speak Spanish. She listens to they’re conversation.

  “Yes guey, Gusano (worm) says that the woman is beautiful,” says one guey. “We should take a look. El Tigre would never know that we had a little taste.”

  “You’re crazy, guey. El Tigre would kill us. If that guey, el Gusano didn’t have the guts to touch the woman, it’s for a reason. El Tigre wants her for himself,” says Juan.

  “You think?” asks the guey. “I really want to see the woman.”

  “I don’t,” replies Juan. “There’s lots of other woman around and my body would like to remain intact.” Juan gazes down the hall, praying to get relieved.

  I need to get away from guarding the woman with this guey. I don’t want to be near the woman if this guey goes inside, thinks Juan.

  The other guey stands guard. Do I want to risk my life to take a look at this woman? wonders el guey.

  Claudia’s heart starts to pound really fast with terror. I’m here in el Tigre’s lair. Omg, help me. I need to escape before these animals decide to touch me.

  I rather die before I allow them touch me. I need to stay in control and try to remember all my training.

  Claudia forces herself to take deep breaths and start to think of all her training and self-defense knowledge.

  She looks around the room. This room is small. I wonder why they put me here. Could it be possible that el Tigre wants me for himself?

  I need to think of a plan. Maybe I should pretend I’m asleep when someone walks in. I’ll wait to see if they take these damn straps away from me. Then I’ll attack and use my training in self-defense. I’ll hurt them a little and maybe it will be enough for me to escape, ponders Claudia.

  Yes, I feel a lot better now that I have a plan. Claudia inhales deeply, looking around the room. I need to search for my clothes but I bet they’re not here.

  Hmm, the room is empty. The only thing that’s luxurious is the bed. Well, thank god for small miracles.

  Yeah, I can’t see my clothes. Damn, where could they’ve taken them? The jacket has some knives. Oh, but I have a knife in my French braid, she recalls.

  Claudia moves her head slowly, to see if she can still feel the knife in her hair. Yes, this is a weapon that these savages aren’t expecting. Too bad I can’t get to it or else I would be out of here when they return.

  Claudia tenses again. I can hear footsteps walking down the hall. Could it be some gueys coming in to rape, abuse, and torture me?

  “Gueys, el Tigre wants us to take over,” says a new hombre. He walks over to stand on the right side of the door.

  “Yes,” says Juan. He’s anxious to leave his post and doesn’t think twice. He walks down the hall to get away from the conflicts.

  “Gueys, the woman is really lovely. Gusano says that your mouth simply waters when you see her. I want to see her and touch her,” says the guey. He’s supposed to be relieved from guard duty.

  “Yes, guey,” says Pedro, one of the new guards. “El Tigre will kill you.”

  “I don’t think I want to see her,” says Jose. Jose turns to look out the window. Damn, I don’t want to get stuck with these guey’s if they start acting up. I don’t want El Tigre to kill me, thinks Jose.

  He turns to the gueys. “Remember that El Tigre already killed el Gato, tonight.”

  “Yes, guey,” says Pedro. He shakes his head. “I don’t want to risk El Tigre tonight.”

  “I do,” says the guey. He refuses to budge from his dream. I want to touch and taste this woman. This opportunity doesn’t come around every day. I don’t know when I’ll be able to have such an opportunity like this.

  “Estas loco, guey (you’re crazy jerk),” says Jose. He stands on the right of the door. “Not when I’m here.” Yeah, just my luck and I’ll be the one dead, thinks Jose. He shakes his head.

  “Guey, Gusano says that she is out with the drug that Gato injected. She’s out,” says the guey. He’s supposed to leave the post.

  “Look, guey, I don’t want anything to do with this. You’re loco,” says Jose. He shakes his head with frustration.

  “I’m going inside. I’ll go alone,” says the guey. He’s supposed to be off duty. He starts walking towards the new guards, to try to get past the door.

  The new guards watch him and wonder what to do. Should we just let him go in or should we kick his nasty ugly ass? thinks Pedro.

  The guey continues to walk forward and is ready to fight, if necessary.

  I will get a taste of this woman tonight, thinks the guey. He stops in front of the door, with an evil grin. “Move!” yells the guey.

  Jose and Pedro glare at the guey. They wait to see if he’ll continue.

  “No, guey,” says Jose. I don’t want to have anything to do with it. “Wait until I get off guard duty.”

  “No, I want it now,” says the evil guey. He’s antsy to see the woman. “Leave, and I’ll take your place.”

  Jose thinks about it. He turns to look at the other guard, Pedro, his partner tonight. Pedro shrugs his shoulders indicating, he doesn’t give a damn.

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sp; “Si,” says Jose. I know that the other guard also wants to check out the woman. Pedro isn’t going to stop the guey, ponders Jose.

  Jose walks away. I don’t want to be involved in any of this. Hmmm, should I mention this to el Tigre, contemplates Jose. He walks away

  “Okay, guey, you go first. I’ll wait out here,” says Pedro.

  “Si, guey,” says the guey. The guard opens the door, he’s anxious, he walks into the room, closing the door, looking over to the cama (bed).

  Claudia has heard the conversation and is pretending to be out. Hmmm, if he releases me, I’m going to stab this scum in his black evil heart.

  I need to relax, slow down my breathing. I need him to think that I’m still out. This is the only chance I have in escaping.

  Si, a real belleza and she’s only mia (mine) tonight, thinks the guey. He walks over to Claudia.

  He looks at her from the top of her head to her toes. He starts licking his lips.

  I want to touch her. Si, she’s an angel. He leans in and with one finger traces her lips.

  Uhh, his hand stinks! Damn, I’m killing this bastardo if I don’t gag first from his stink. I don’t want to even see the animal. It’s bad enough that I can smell him, thinks Claudia.

  Yes, this woman is so soft and smells delicious. Yeah, she’s going to be only mine. I’m going to trace her breasts. Hmmm, I want to taste her and she’s asleep, thinks the guey.

  He unhooks her bra. That’s when Claudia starts yelling at the top of her lungs, with rage and fear.

  No way in hell will I pretend that I’m asleep! Not anymore. This animal is not going to untie me and I need to alert El Tigre, thinks Claudia.

  “Help! Help me!” yells Claudia.

  The guard, Pedro, on the other side starts to get antsy. What if El Tigre hears the woman yell and kills me for not guarding her. Damn, why did I let this guey talk me into this? I’m in deep shit. El guey needs to shut her up. I’ll go in the room and slap her.