“I know,” said Rush nodding at his friend. “I won’t lie to you. We were enjoying ourselves for a while there. Then the jungle started acting like a fucking asshole. It reminded me of why I hate fucking jungles.
“But I can tell you this, Bora was an expert. He knew that jungle like the back of his hand. Anyone else would have died out there.”
“That doesn’t make me feel better,” said Gator.
“It didn’t make us feel better either. Rita said if we could take care of the cartels, she would handle Bora, but I’m not sure how she’ll do that,” said Rush.
“Maybe she has help as well. Not just the peasants and farmers, but maybe some of her husband’s old cabinet,” said Ham.
“No. That’s not it,” said Priscilla walking into the room. “Hi, boys. Glad you’re home safe and sound.” They all smirked at her.
“What do you mean, Priscilla?” asked Gator.
“Ruvienne was extremely private, remember? He didn’t trust anyone. Not his wife, not his cabinet, no one. He wasn’t close to anyone and they damn sure weren’t close to him. They wouldn’t help Rita because they probably didn’t know her very well.
“The White House believes that she’s dead. They are under the impression that a new leader will be elected soon, once the military can get the cartels under control long enough for an election to happen.”
“That’s ridiculous,” muttered Rush. “They don’t give a shit about an election. Someone is just going to take over and that will be the end of it until they kill him or her and do this all over again.”
“Listen, I don’t give a shit who takes over Bolivia,” said Jak. “What I care about is stopping whatever fucked up plan Bora has and bringing him in for those he’s already killed.”
“Then we have to go back down there,” said Rush.
“No. No fucking way,” said Gator.
“Gator, brother, we have to get him and he is entrenched down there right now. If he gets to Rita Ruvienne before we do, she’s as good as dead. She refused to come with us but we saw what he could do. He’ll find her and we all know what he’ll do to her,” said Rush.
“We need to think about this,” said Ham. “Something is seriously off about all of this and I’m not sure what the hell it is. Priscilla, can you continue to work your contacts at the bureau and see what they can tell us?”
“Of course,” she nodded. “I’ve left a message for the POTUS as well. We’ll see if he calls me back.”
“If he doesn’t, we’ll sick Nine and Gaspar on him,” smirked Gator. Priscilla left the room, passing Brooks and Mitchell as they walked into the room.
“What did we miss?” asked Brooks. Tobias stared at the twins shaking his head.
“A fucking shit show.”
“Well, that clears things up,” said Brooks.
“Aren’t you supposed to be on your honeymoon?” asked Jak.
“Don’t insult me. We’ll go when all this is settled, not before.” AJ stuck his head into the room.
“You’ve got a call,” he said nodding his head toward Brooks.
“Let me guess. Bora?” AJ nodded as the call was patched through to the conference room. Bora’s dirty, red face appeared and Brooks grinned. “What’s up Bora?”
“You think you’re smart because your four buddies made it out alive. They won’t be so lucky next time,” he growled.
“Oh, I don’t think it’s luck at all. They were just better than all of you,” said Brooks.
“No. No, they just got fucking lucky. They won’t be lucky next time. I did notice how you weren’t with them. Scared Jordan?”
“Not in this lifetime,” he said clenching his teeth. “You know, you’re calling us an awful lot, Bora. Are you still trying to track our location? It would just be easier if you told me where you were and I’ll come and meet you.”
“You think I’m fucking stupid? I know you’d bring your entire damn family. I’d be a sitting duck no matter how many men I have. You have no fucking clue what you’re doing, Jordan. Stay away from me. Stay away from Bolivia and leave Ruvienne to me.”
“Now, see that’s what we can’t do. We can’t allow you to get near Ruvienne. We will be taking her, sooner rather than later.”
