Page 12 of Freedom Fighters
At the top of the page was the garbled message Mr. Intensity had posted, full of fury and bad English. At least, it looked that way to the casual reader. Beneath was the decoded message.
Carmen Escobedo alive and in contact. Part of Resistance group somewhere south of capital. Meet?
Calli caught her breath and straightened. “Will you agree?” sheasked Flores. She squashed the impulse to call Nick and break the happy news that his niece was alive. He was too busy to be tripped up with personal news. When he arrived back in Acapulco, she could tell him face to face.
“This group is not known to us,” Duardo said. “If they’re well-founded, we could use them. We must meet, to establish communications and measure their numbers and worth.”
Calli nodded. “I’ll leave that in your capable hands, Colonel Peña.”
Duardo nodded. “I have already taken steps to see that this is done. I can brief you once the meeting has taken place if you wish.”
“Is there a need for me to know that part of your operations?” Calli asked.
Duardo glanced at Flores, then back at her. “No, you would be better to not know at this stage. Thank you for understanding.”
Calli gave him a smile. “I will leave you to your deliberations, gentlemen. Thank you for the good news.”
She slipped out of the tent and wished heavily that Nick was here. She wanted to share the news with him. Instead, she hurried back along the beach, heading for the stairs up to the big house.
A gun-toting guerilla seemed to be a perfect fit for Carmen, with her passion and drive. Minniewould be pleased to know Carmen was safe…well, as safe as a Resistance fighter could be on Vistaria right now.
