Insertion by Wilbur Mckesson

Author:Wilbur Mckesson
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Wilbur mckesson

CHAPTER 24

Two days passed as the cargo ship made its way in the Eastern Pacific. The remaining time spent on the ship was used for planning and extensive research on the terrain the team would be traveling through. Everything was mapped out and Max made sure there were at least two or three contingency plans to every primary plan they discussed. Derrick and his team provided help as best they could, which included two Toyota Hilux’s courtesy of a friend of his at the Panamanian Embassy.

After the ship had pulled in and docked successfully, Derrick and his team said their goodbyes as they walked across the brow to the waiting trucks on the pier. The rest of the ship’s crew had seen the new crewmembers who magically appeared on board but knew better than to ask questions.

Approaching the truck, Max noticed a tarp in the back of both of them. “What the hell,” he said, flipping up the tarp and revealing a case full of ammunition and assorted tactical supplies.

“One last parting gift,” Derrick said, patting Max on the back. Max frowned knowing he didn’t need the extra gear but was content nonetheless.

“Thanks, man,” Max said, returning a handshake.

As Max and Alex jumped in the driver’s seats, the group loaded up the rest of the vehicles, threw the tarps back over the gear and hopped in the trucks. Checking his encrypted phone now that he had service, even though it was spotty, Max saw Jack had sent coordinates in a text to a rendezvous point after they crossed the Colombian border. They were scheduled to meet with their old friend, Antonio, who would be accompanied by two small boats waiting for them. Satisfied they had a plan of attack once they made it through the Amazon, he powered down the phone and looked over at Alex.

“Estás listo, amigo?” Alex asked through the window of his truck.

Before Max could respond, Kyle rolled down his window. “English, bro,” he said, fanning himself with his hand. “Fuck, it’s hot out here.”

“Cállate blanco,” shot Alex, taking out his sunglasses from his pocket.

Kyle pulled his own sunglasses over his eyes and tilted his head back.

“How long is the drive?” Alex asked, adjusting the radio and stopping at a salsa song he recognized.

“A little over two and a half,” Max said. “But if you two idiots are done, we can leave.”

Smiling, pushing the shades down over his eyes, Alex held out his hand motioning for Max to take off. Shaking his head, Max pulled out of the dirt parking space, Alex following suit.

The drive from Panama City to Darien National Park where the safe house was located wound up being long, hot, and humid. Max enjoyed the Panamanian culture fluent throughout the countryside as they passed older broken buildings, children playing in the streets with withered soccer balls, and more favela’s than they could count.

Once the city was in their rear view, they made it just under the time Max predicted. The two-story cabin was hidden about a mile into the dense park and off the main trail.

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