Page 47 of Pax

“Did you see the engines on those things?” asked Saint. Pax, Brax, Conor, Moose, and Saint stared at the boats in the marina from their table at the restaurant. Breakfast was done, and people were beginning to move. They had to figure something out fast.

“I know, I know,” said Pax. “I’m not sure how the fuck we’re supposed to chase them down or follow them. If we sink the boats, they’ll just find others. We need to find something that will be faster than those things and can haul people if needed.”

“I hear you need a fast boat.”

“Fucking hell!” yelled Brax. “Are you spending time with Trak?”

“Of course I am,” smirked Marcel. “Boats are my specialty, you know that. When we heard you needed assistance with a fast boat, Matthew made it happen.” They all looked at one another, then back at Marcel.

“Hey, Marcel, I’m not sure what you can or cannot say, but how in the fuck did he get our boat out of the Gulf of Mexico and into the Pacific overnight?”

“Some things are best left unsaid,” smirked Marcel.

“You’re probably right. Who else is with you?” asked Saint.

“Us,” came the chorus of voices. Heads at the restaurant turned as the men walked toward their table. Of course, they were a sight to behold. Leif, Dan, Rett, East, Eazee, Rush, Kev, and Matt, all massive in height, weight, width, and muscle. They were definitely welcome on this mission.

“Jesus, they sent the brute squad,” smirked Pax.

“You guys need to hear what we know from the geeks,” frowned Dan. He sat at the table, leaning in and speaking in a low voice. The others just listened, having heard the night before. “So, we follow those boats with ours in stealth. We think they’ll board them here, near Baja, chain them, and then head north. We’ll intercept, get them to safety, and they should be able to identify Mason and Moravo. Of course, it won’t matter. I’m going to fucking kill them both.”

“Heads up,” said Brax, nodding toward the pier. Three men in shorts and t-shirts boarded the boat and waited. It was still tied to the dock, so they knew that the boat wasn’t leaving just yet. About fifteen minutes later, a van arrived, unloading several children with their parents and several adults alone. All were disabled in some way.

“I think I’m going to be sick,” said Marcel. “Who would treat these children in such a way?”

“Monsters,” said Saint. “Let’s go. Time to board.”

With their own boat parked on the opposite side of the marina, away from prying eyes, the men boarded and pushed off, waiting for the other boat to do the same. From where they were located, they could see that everyone was seated on the deck but hadn’t been chained just yet.

When it finally pushed off, there was a count of twenty-one passengers and five crew on her.

“Benji? Bogey? We need to find the location of Mason and Moravo,” said Pax.

“Way ahead of you. Cam and the others are back here with us. We think they’re in Marina Del Rey. Mason has a mansion there.”

“Roger that. We’ll follow the boat. You guys follow the sick fucks who touch kids.”

From their original location near Mazatlán, the boat traveled up the coast to Las Arientas, picking up five more people. After buying lunch for themselves, they returned to the boat with bags of tortillas and bottled waters for their hungry and thirsty passengers.

What truly pissed off the VG team was that the passengers actually thanked them. They had no idea what was about to happen to them.

“We have plenty of life jackets if we need them, right?” asked Dan. Marcel nodded.

“Your great-grandfather assured me there was plenty of whatever we would need on this boat. Life jackets, bottled water, food, blankets, all of it. There are even medications.”

“Medications? How would he – you know what? Never mind.”

Stopping at Nuevo Altata, the boat picked up another eleven people. By this time, it was dark, and they were concerned that they would attempt to continue at night. Instead, they slept on the boat at the marina, their passengers curled up as well.

“Maybe we should just get them all off,” said Pax.

“If we do, we lose. Right now, they’re not chained. They could feasibly leave if they wanted to, and we have nothing on those men. We need to watch and be patient. I know it’s hard, but we’ll get them off if we have to.” Pax nodded, lying back to catch some sleep while others kept watch. It would be a long night for all of them.

“Any signs of them?” asked Luke as the others returned to the hotel.

“Not yet. His yacht is in its slip, but there’s no one on it. He’s got a home off the beach, but so far, we haven’t seen anyone. It’s possible that he’s not here. I mean, he could be in Washington trying to drum up support for his sick plans, or he could be in Mexico,” said Hex.

“No. He’s here. I just know it. He’s the kind that wants to see what’s coming in and how he can use them.”

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