Dead America - The Second Week Box Set by Derek Slaton

Author:Derek Slaton
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Tags: Zombie Apocalypse
Published: 2019-12-28T05:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

“Man… that’s one hell of a haul to get to,” Leon said, and let out a low whistle.

Rogers shrugged as he circled a few more places on the large map on the table. “Pretty much everywhere is going to be a hell of a haul from where we are.”

“This is true,” Leon replied.

The Detective inclined his head towards the duffel bags. “How detailed can that satellite get?” he asked.

“If I push it?” Leon pursed his lips, and shrugged. “I can get down to twenty feet above ground level. I mean, we ain’t gonna be able to look in stores or nothing, but we can at least scout out hordes.”

The loud bleat of an air horn sliced through the air, and the two men straightened up.

Rogers turned to his new companion. “If we survive the day, that’ll be useful,” he said, and then patted him on the back. “Are you up for this?”

“Don’t worry man, I got you,” Leon replied, offering him a reassuring smile. “I spent half my career learning how to please the higher ups who viewed me as disposable.”

The Detective chuckled humorlessly. “Given that we are very disposable in their eyes, that experience is going to come in handy.”

“Any last bit of advice?” Leon asked.

Rogers grinned. “Cover your ears.” He motioned to the bandage on the side of his head, and then turned on his heel to head to one of the back offices to hide.

Leon chuckled and shook his head, heading outside. The air horns stopped their incessant noise, and he watched a half-dozen heavily armed men creating a perimeter on the main drag around three black SUVs.

He took a deep breath and headed towards the cluster as a group of well-dressed men stepped out of the middle vehicle.

“You!” A tall man pointed at Leon as he approached. “Are you the man in charge of this… whatever the hell it is?” He waved his hand around above his head.

“Yup,” Leon replied, crossing his arms. “And who might you be?”

“I am Tiago Rivas, head of the Rivas Cartel and the current ruler of El Paso,” the man declared, his back ramrod straight.

Leon raised an eyebrow. “Ruler of El Paso?” he asked. “I wasn’t aware we had elected a king.”

“Kings are not elected, my friend,” Tiago said, wagging a gold-adorned finger, “they seize power when the opportunity presents itself. I saw my opportunity, and I took it.”

Leon gently clapped his hands together, as if applauding a good putt. “Well congratu-fucking-lations.”

Tiago’s eyes darkened. “You would be wise to show me respect.”

“Respect is earned,” the self-proclaimed leader of Fabens shot back. “So far you haven’t earned a goddamned thing.”

The cartel leader laughed. “Fine, if this is the way you want to go about things, I will happily oblige.” He drew his shiny handgun and aimed it at Leon’s forehead, his opponent not even flinching with the movement. “You have ten seconds to tell me why I shouldn’t kill you and everyone in this town.”

Leon shrugged casually. “Because we can do things your people can’t do.

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