The black SUV rumbled to a stop at the edge of my compound. The fresh air was unspoiled and inviting. Northern Mexico, although cooler than Southern Mexico, was always warm and pleasant during the winter months. I called this place myMexicanodigs.
I had private runways on all my properties so I could fly in and out whenever I wanted. Owning my own plane made things easier, especially since I traveled the globe on different missions. Commercial airlines were a joke, and I refused to waste my time with them.
Every test and clearance required by each country was already handled through the United States government. My passport was registered in Mexico, Brazil, andCambodia, where I also owned homes. The CIA kept steady communication with each country's leadership. My pilot, Tony, was also cleared. I never had any issues flying in or out. Ever!
I’m looking forward to showing Kit this rare gem I purchased about four years ago. I know she is going to love it. Not wanting to put myself in a foul mood, I dismissed the thought from my mind. I opened the door without saying a word. Jacob and I jumped out of the truck at the same time.
My housekeeper, Maria, met us on the wraparound veranda, which was great for shade and ventilation in the summer months. She was an older, stout Mexican woman in her late 50s who knew her way around a kitchen.
Bringing her on board was the best decision I ever made. She was an excellent cook and housekeeper. I hired her about three years ago, along with my butler. They keep the place running while I travel.
"Good morning, Mr. Atlas.” She said, following us inside. “I hope your trip was comfortable. There are sandwiches in the fridge. I stocked up on all your favorites."
I smiled at her as Jacob and I walked toward my bedroom.
"Thank you, Maria. You're the best, but I am in a hurry."
"But…but, sir."
"Save it for later, when I return. I have to get going."
Maria shrugged. "Okay, Mr. Atlas," she said and walked away.
I didn't have time for formalities. The clock was ticking, and I needed to get on the road.
Jacob and I stepped into my bedroom.
We quickly changed out of our fatigues into lighter attire. It was too warm to wear this shit. We both threw on bulletproof vests under our T-shirts and tossed an extra one in the pile, just in case. We tucked pistols into the waistband of our jeans for backup. The task ahead would take time.
There were so many fucking places tacked on the damn map, I almost didn't know where to start.
Once we had taken care of everything, we headed back to the kitchen. Neither of us has gotten much sleep.
We were running on pure adrenaline and Monster drinks. I looked at Jacob, pointing to the fridge.
"Grab some more energy drinks for the ride out. Once we get through the first round of maggots, we can rest. If this were a perfect world, and the man in the sky cooperated, we would find the girls on our first try, but you know as well as I do, nothing is that easy."
Jacob grinned.
"We've been such good boys all our lives, Atlas, I am sure God is on our side." He threw his head back and laughed.
Even I managed to smile.
God would not be on my side during this mission, that's for sure. I don't think it mattered that the maggots I ended were all violent criminals. I was sure I was heading down, not up, after I die. My partner and I had only our wisdom and skill to accomplish this assignment.
I went back to my room and grabbed a bunch of condoms for Jacob. We would get these motherfuckers to talk one way or another. Tearing someone's ass apart was a good way to make them sing like a bird.
I entered the kitchen and threw the pack at my partner.
"Just in case we can't get anyone to spill their guts, you can do what you do best, buddy."
He laughed, a sinister smile spreading across his face.
"You know I'm not bisexual, right? I just enjoy being a sadistic asshole." He smiled again. "I love women."
I patted him on the back.
"No need to explain anything to me. You can fuck whomever and whatever you want. I don't judge."
