“Now, you know they’re making enough money to buy modern equipment for their crops,” said Moose.“This is the kind of shit that pisses me off.”
“Another war, brother,” said Saint.“Let’s take care of this one first.”
“Fine.But I will make sure to have this discussion with the team when we get back.This is despicable.”They nodded, agreeing with Moose but also recognizing that there was nothing they could do to change this.Not today.Not tomorrow.And worse, maybe never.
“Surat police and local military authorities stopped a man at the main water treatment center attempting to place something in the supply.He told them it was to help with a virus that was happening in their country.When they attempted to detain him, he shot two officers and narrowly escaped capture.
“The good news is that he didn’t get to dump his serum into the supply.Just to be cautious, they’re testing the water now and will notify us if they find anything.He’s most likely on his way to Mumbai.”
“We need to get there before him,” said Logan.“Can we get air transport to help us get in front of him.”
“They’re on the way.”
AJ gave the coordinates to meet the Osprey and the men were never so grateful to be out of a vehicle in their entire life.That’s saying a lot considering the types of vehicles their asses had to endure in their lifetime.
“There are no fucking springs in those seats,” frowned Logan rubbing his ass cheeks.
“I don’t think it has any shocks either,” grinned Moose.
“Why aren’t you hurting like the rest of us?” asked Saint.
“Bigger man.Bigger ass.I have more cushion than you but don’t get it wrong.I’m still hurting.My balls have all but disappeared.”
When the soft whir of the stealth mode of the Osprey approached, the men turned to the truck and shrugged.
“Are we not returning this to Rajesh?” asked Logan.
“We’re going to buy him a brand-fucking new truck with all the bells and whistles.That truck is probably responsible for aging that poor old man,” said Saint.
“I’m all for that,” smirked Logan.“Maybe if we help one, that will make all the difference in the world.Isn’t that what Mama Irene tells us?Make a difference in one life and you’ll touch a thousand.”Fitch slapped his back as Conor grinned, at him.
“Amen, brother.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
Wadston was fuming at having been deterred at Surat.He wanted his plan to lead up to Mumbai. Tiny villages, small cities, big cities and then the biggest.They’d disrupted those plans and he was angry.
If only his brother had cooperated when he was alive, it would make all the difference in the world.They were partners, or at least he thought they were partners.
It had taken him a while to understand that Leo was distancing himself from him.When he found him and promised to tell the military all their little lies and secrets, Leo had no other option but to join him.
The one thing he’d been right about was the soldier who seemingly refused to die.Leo told him that these men were special but not in the way that he and Isaac were.There was no intermarriage happening with this team of men.
They were family but family in the way of the military.They desperately believed in the credo of leaving no man behind and always helping a brother, or sister.In many ways, Leo had admired that, even talked to Isaac about changing the direction of their work.
It was useless.Isacc knew what had to be done.The population needed to thin out.The strain on the environment, the ozone layer, the earth herself, was beyond anyone repairing at this point.
If his calculations were correct, he could wipe out approximately thirty-seven percent of the populations by simply using his serum for those related as fifth cousins or closer.
Now, of course, there was no data to suggest that at fifth cousins there was extreme likelihood of deformity or mental deficiency but why not be safe?This gave a wider swath of extermination and a greater likelihood of those who were guilty, changing their ways.
Leo had said it wouldn’t work.You couldn’t change millenniums of belief.He’d spoken about as it related to wars and skirmishes in regions between factions of tribes and people.It seemed to never end in the world.Why couldn’t he see that he was doing what was right for the planet?For mankind?
There was a stand-still on the road, traffic backed up for miles.People were out of their vehicles, talking to one another.Every ten or fifteen minutes, the cars would move a few feet.
“What’s happening?” he asked the driver in front of him.The man spoke no English and so he turned to another.“Do you know what’s happening?”
“Police check point.Something about a safety check.It’s always something,” said the middle-aged man.
