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“Wait a minute,” frowned Cam. “That’s it. Somewhere between Mexico and the coast of San Diego, he boards that boat and takes people off. He chooses the ones he wants for whatever sick plans he has. He might be driving some fucked up plan around healthcare for Mexico, but I’m going to bet those two leopards haven’t changed their spots.”

“Let the others know,” said Luke. “Comms? We need all eyes in the sky to find Mason and Moravo. Yesterday!”

“Roger that. All eyes are up.”

“What do we do?” asked Eric. “Should we head to the restaurants and bars and see if they’re hanging out there?”

“It’s as good an idea as any,” said Luke. “Besides, we have to eat at some point. If we’re lucky, they’ll be relaxed and feel like they can get away with it all.”

“Let’s go,” smirked Eric. “I can eat, and if I get to kick ass as well, then I’m a happy man.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE

With the early morning light, the boat left once again, making its way around the Baja Peninsula and back into the Pacific. It stopped once again at Cabo San Lucas, El Conejo, and then Isla Cresciente.

“This seems a strange place to stop,” said Dan. “Most of these people are ex-pats in luxury condos, townhomes, beach houses, that sort of shit.”

“Someone is getting on that boat,” said Pax, looking through the binoculars. “Someone very healthy.”

“Shit,” muttered Saint. “They’re taking a few off. Why are they taking them off?”

“It’s what we thought,” said Dan. “Get everything on film. Everything.”

“I’ve got it,”said Hiro.

“All of it, Hiro. I don’t want one movement missed. I want to know who they’re taking and where they’re going,” said Dan.

“They’re moving them to another boat. A yacht,” said Brax.

“We need to get on that yacht,” said Pax, looking at the others. “Get this boat right next to her, in stealth. I’ll get onto the yacht in my stealth netting.”

“I’ll go with him,” said Brax.

“Not without me,” said Moose.

“Great. The rest of you follow the other boat and stop them from killing those poor people.”

Marcel maneuvered the large vessel around the marina, getting close enough to the yacht that Pax, Brax, and Moose could board. With their stealth netting on and a bag of weapons that would make any soldier happy, they found their way toward the main deck.

Six people were seated in the luxury chairs.

“Why are we here?” asked a young man.

“You’re special,” smiled one of the men. “Mr. Mason wants to help you personally. All of you.”

The three men stared at one another through their netting and then back toward the guards. Apparently, the big boss wasn’t here, but that’s where they were taking them. The six individuals were made comfortable, given full plates of food and warm blankets.

From what they could see, one had severe scoliosis of the spine, one had a form of dwarfism, two had cerebral palsy, and the other two were blind.

“What about the others?” asked the young man.

“They’ll be just fine,” smiled the man. “We’re taking great care of them.”

While the crew mingled on the boat, eating, drinking, and playing cards, the three men gathered below deck to make a plan.

“I say we toss their assess overboard and take control of the boat,” said Moose.

“It’s not a bad idea,” smirked Brax. “I can take the helm while you guys get rid of the crew, and I do mean get rid of them. We can’t allow them to live long enough to signal anyone. Get their phones, kill them, and toss them overboard.”

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