Chapter 241 - They are not newbies - mtres
Miguel
Since Roland gave us the authorization to protect the leader of the Italian mafia, Rata started monitoring everything and, without telling me anything, sent me to identify escape routes. We had about ten hours to come up with an evacuation plan. While he stayed behind monitoring and working his magic, I analyzed different ways to get four people out, two of whom were very young.
I needed an escape plan in case we were attacked from different fronts. We were near Argentinian Lake, which had a lot of tourism. The house was isolated, and the lake was immense. The back of the house bordered it, and I saw a boat about two hundred meters away...
I looked for a map of the area and, after studying the surroundings, I smiled. "This will be a piece of cake." I went to where Rata was talking with Alessandro. I looked at him, and there were other men in charge of security. My boss stood up.
"Do you have an escape plan?"
"Tell the Italian to buy a helicopter if he doesn't have one. I need the keys to the boat and the jet ski. In case of an attack, we need the family in the east wing of this house. The walls, windows, and doors are easily accessible if we need to run. Even though it's a cliff, I noticed we can go down. I'll put ropes there later if necessary. I need to buy a few things."
"Excellent work. Alessandro?" The Italian approached. "Do you have a helicopter?" He confirmed, thankfully, that the mafia's tricks were universal. "Where?"
"Federico will take you," he said. Seeing Rata's look, I knew I had to be careful with this Federico.
"I need the keys to the boat and the two jet skis, without anyone knowing I have them. I'll let you know when I need to go for the helicopter. For now, I need to scout the lake. Is that allowed?"
"Yes, and are all of you this secretive?" We shrugged, and the mafioso half-smiled.
"Alessandro, tell your wife to have the kids bundled up and the basic necessities in an easy-to-carry bag. I suggest the kids' food, diapers for the baby, no clothes for you, no documents, no jewelry, NOTHING. Everything stays here. The place is suitable for a bomb attack; innocent people will die. Let's hope none of you four die."
"Secretive and extremist," he sighed. "That's what you are. I'll get you the keys."
Discreetly, I went for the boat. There were more eyes here; we didn't know who to trust. I tied the jet ski to the boat and went out to scout the perimeter. On the boat, the cold was much more intense. I was used to the high temperatures of Texas, and now my dick must be shriveled up. What a fucking cold!
Thankfully, my wife wasn't here. Diana would make fun of me, joke about my hidden dick, and my balls were freezing here, and it wasn't even the North Pole. I sped around the lake, calculating time, and looking for a place to leave the helicopter where it wouldn't be a problem and would be out of the Italian's staff's knowledge.
I took another lap, left the jet ski tied up where I saw I could leave the helicopter for the next few hours, and just hoped no one would see it. "God, you put us as caretakers, saviors, and protectors, so make sure no one sees the helicopter. This is your plan. I only humbly ask that you keep me alive. I want to see my children grow."
If they decided to attack at night, the cold would be a factor against us. I returned to the house on the boat, left it tied near the cliff, and climbed up. The problem would be the kids. I found Mrs. Magnolia dressed up like a beauty queen.
"Alessandro!"
The Italian arrived, startled. Rata looked at me, puzzled. He understood when he saw the lady.
"What's going on?"
"Boots, jeans, t-shirt, jacket, hair tied up. A bag with the essentials for your kids, thermoses with hot water because the cold out there is brutal. We're not going to a beauty pageant."
"She loves dressing up."
"The more I know your mafia women, the more I love my little one and admire my brothers' wives. They know how to dress for each occasion. We don't have time; the trip is an hour."
It was a lie, but there were strange ears around. Rata knew I was speaking in code; it was always half the time I said. Now we'll work with the bodyguards' brains. Everyone will think the escape route is an hour from this house by the lake.
"Now I need to go get what we asked for at the beginning."
"Federico!" The guy came up to us. "Take him to where we have the helicopter, give him the keys, and assist him with whatever he needs."
"Yes, boss." Rata looked at me; I had my suit under this pile of clothes.
"Rata." I approached. "Do I have free rein to pee wherever I want?" He nodded.
"Only if necessary," Roland responded. He hadn't neglected our operation.
"Understood," we said at the same time. "Did the lady leave?"
"Yes."
I got in the car with this Federico guy. I had my gun tucked in my waistband, ammo in each jacket pocket, plus two knives. I asked him to take me to a place to buy mountain climbing and camping gear.
"Where are you taking them?"
"That's confidential."
We arrived at the store, I bought what I needed, and now we were off to find the helicopter. I didn't like this guy.
"Why did you store it so far away?"
"We have an escape route by road."
"There's only one road access. If you take it by vehicle, it's a death trap. Doesn't the Italian pay you to keep him alive?"
"We're here."
He evaded... you must be a snitch. We entered the hangar, I checked that everything was in order with the helicopter, and I fueled it up.
"We can't do our job if we don't know where we're going."
"Why do you need to know?"
"It's my job."
He had his phone in his shirt pocket, and his jacket was open. I didn't think he was hot unless he was scared. It was clear he was recording me.
"We have orders not to say anything," I said.
"It's good to know what to do." I waited to hear from Roland.
"Cebolla, corner him, push him to the limit so he confesses who pays him."
I got off the helicopter, he mimicked me, he was getting desperate, and in this field, we're champions.
"I'm the head of security, I need to know the coordinates where my boss will be taken!"
"Look, asshole, you just need to protect your boss, nothing more." I walked slowly toward him. "What's your interest in knowing where, how, and what security plans Rata has implemented?"
"I already told you, I'm the boss."
"What boss, my ass! How much did they pay you?" He stayed silent, nervous, then reacted.
"I get good pay from Mr. Alessandro."
"So much that you record what you do to send a report later. But how efficient you are," I smiled. "Do you think we don't know who you are? We already took care of the ones you sent to Colombia," I said near the phone.
"You're crazy, who are you talking to?"
"To the idiot you're sending our conversation to."
I pushed Federico against the wall, took his phone; when I looked at it, I saw the line was open.
"Goodbye."
I ended the call, took out my phone, and started cloning it, then put both in my jeans pocket, I smiled at the guy.
"Talk."
"You won't be able to save them."
"Maybe yes, maybe no," I shook my head from side to side. "Only God knows, but I find snitches repulsive. Talk!"
The guy faced me, I punched him in the face, I felt his nose break, as our boss says, everything lies in the first blow to destabilize and dominate the opponent's subconscious. If you land a hard, accurate punch, he will believe he can't beat you, and indeed, you start to dominate the fight. I saw the fear in his eyes.
"Talk, or I'll take you to your boss."
"Take me to him." I put on my psycho face.
"First..."
I punched him three more times, the guy pulled out a knife, and we started fighting. I disarmed him and stabbed him in the leg with his own knife, he screamed. I kept his knife.
"How do you plan to attack? Who is your boss?" His phone rang. I answered. "Just to inform you, Mr. Federico is busy getting a beating. Please leave a message after the tone."
I made a beeping sound and waited. I had spoken in English; the guys trying to mess with the Italian were Europeans.
"I have no idea who they are, but I'm getting tired of them sticking their noses where they don't belong."
"It's a shame you don't know my beautiful face. If you'll excuse me, I have to punish someone." I hung up again. Federico's leg was covered in blood. "It will depend on you if I continue or stop."
"We're going to dominate the world."
"Now you're a cult! Lovely. Who are they? Give me names!" The guy smiled.
"I don't know anyone, I've only had contact with..." Abruptly, Federico started convulsing.
"DROP THE PHONE!" Roland yelled at me. I quickly took the device out of my pocket, and when I threw it, it exploded. "It managed to clone," he said.
"Roland, we're not dealing with amateurs."
"I'm starting to realize that."