Hunter's Moon by Billy Kring

Author:Billy Kring [Kring, Billy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2017-06-27T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter 7

Hiyoki sat at the head of the expansive dining room table in what had been Pasqual Osorio’s compound, looking at five nervous men. He appeared calm, but inside he seethed because of the military attack and the loss of most of the drones and thirty barrels of castor beans they were processing into sarin. There had been enough warning before the attack, but these five…imbeciles, put off any actions until they almost lost everything.

“How much did we lose?” Hiyoki asked.

Jose glanced at the others and said, “Two-thirds, a little more. All of the castor beans.”

“We had ample warning, didn’t we?”

Jose wiped his lips with shaky fingers, “Si, Jefe.”

“And here we sit.”

“We thought we had more time. There’s no excuse.”

Hiyoki stood, “You’re right. So, what do I do with all of you?” He folded his hands together, interlacing the fingers, with the index fingers extended to form a steeple. He tapped the forefingers against his lower lip. “I could have you killed,” he nodded at the two Kalashnikov-toting men by the door, “But no, I have something else in mind.”

Jose said, “We’ll do it, whatever it is”

Hiyoki said, “I know you will.”

“What is it you wish?”

“The people who caused our problems need to be eliminated: Lincoln Jones. The CIA agent, and that woman of the Patrulla who has her nose in everything. I want them gone. You and the others will do that. I’ll help you with the planning details.” He smiled, “And maybe with some of the rest of it.”

After the others left, Hiyoki went to the TOR site on his computer, found the onion website he needed, and entered the Deep Web, where his identity and his actions were untraceable. Fifteen minutes later he found what he needed. There wasn’t much sarin available, but it would be enough for his immediate plans. He concluded the business with confirmed shipping dates to his location, and he paid for it, including delivery, in bitcoins. He exited the deep web and turned off his laptop, and thought about the female Border Patrol Agent.

~*~

Hunter felt good after a regular day of work. She and Raymond cut a trail below Marathon, stayed on it all the way up to U.S. 90, and found the four backpackers hiding in a brush-choked gulley at the edge of the highway. It was an unusual catch, because they normally found backpackers with marijuana, but this time it was a hundred pounds of marijuana, plus forty pounds of cocaine, evenly distributed among their packs.

She drove home and parked in the drive, thinking about her blackberry bushes in the back yard and how loaded they were with fruit. It was time to pick them before birds cleaned her out.

Her phone buzzed with a text message. It was from David: Our parents want to talk to you. They are mad at us. Please come, pleasepleaseplease! He gave the address in Marfa, and the time tonight.

Hunter sighed, knowing she would go. She exited to the back yard through the kitchen door and picked blackberries before returning inside the house.

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