Chapter 9. Events Of The Week

By Irene

Tuesday morning two teams of troopers landed. The 49 engineering team went into the Aztex camp, taking both jeeps with the trailer. Their main job was to plant mines plus a few more cameras. Mines are tricky, we had four troopers with the skill and we sent them into the camp with a dozen of our best shooters to make sure they were not disturbed.

The other team was the M-113 crew plus a trio of mortar guys. They drove with some mortars and the poison they would spread at the mortar site, so Sunday night the mortar team would not have to contend with the crawling distractions.

Before either team could start their individual jobs they had a joint project, the M-113 team made several mortar test firings with dummy warheads, and one with a live round. Where those rounds flew and landed was noted by the engineers and the geeks, to insure that the range calculations, radar beacons and the submunitions for the mortar rounds were all working properly. There was some fine tuning but less than expected, these things all worked well.

For the engineering team, the trailer for the jeep included something that looked like a large spool of plastic water line, each about 3 inches in diameter and 25 feet long. A half dozen of these made a bulky load, so they were strung together on a spool carried by the trailer. It looked much like the equipment used to lay optical cable underground. In fact, each 25 foot section was a separate anti-personal mine. These were laid on both sides of the bottom of the path, closest to the field. Minimal cover was needed because they looked like water lines, the suicide crew would not question such things. Each 25 foot section had it’s own trigger beam set up at the upper end. Once armed, anybody breaking the beam would trigger an explosion on both sides for the 25 foot length behind the trigger. Several were laid down, effectively the first 150 feet of the path from the party field was a death trap. Arming was electronic. Tony or Jambo would call the command center which would in turn send a signal to activate the system once he had rescued the nun.

Other mines were planted around the pyramid, the Aztexs should be crowded there when the shelling started. Most of these would be command fired from the command center based on what the drones saw.

There was no need to remove the mines afterward, which is risky business in any case. Instead they were all set with self-destruction timers for after the party.

Tuesday afternoon, once the engineering team was back on board, the ship and the two boats withdrew over the horizon. In the Command center on “Tuska” we relied on the cameras to watch the Aztex site. We expected some aircraft with Aztex passengers would be flying over into the small airfield on a local farm and the larger airfield where their jet transport planes would land. Also, we expected the top brass would arrive in the Aztex Kodiak STOL airplane at the site, and perhaps some helicopters. For any planes coming in, the passengers might look out the windows. We did not want to arouse suspicion by having ships sighted near the quay.

The young Mayan Coche and his girl left on Tuesday night. “King” took them, dropping them off in the outrigger at dawn off an island close to the Mayan tribal grounds. Coche had been helpful to us at every point, especially navigating the swamp, so he was extended every consideration. He selected the island drop-off location, the couple wanted to be alone together for some private time before they met his family at the gathering. I am told that the couple wasted no time becoming intimate and they spent a few days that way. The couple seemed happy together starting their new life.

Early Wednesday the news media in LA reported the nun’s kidnapping, the police had some clues, there was video. The van used in the kidnapping was stolen, and afterward it was burned. The Aztexs wore disguises for the kidnapping. However, they were not professionals, when they stole the van from a strip mall parking lot they did not use disguises. In 2008 LA perhaps they thought masks would stand out. As a result, the theft of the van was captured from three angles. They were identified and warrants were issued.

The other news was that, when the good Sister was grabbed, her helper saw it and protested, so she was grabbed up as well. THis was unexpected and was not part of the plan so Blue had no idea about it. The helper’s name was Chantal, since May she had been assisting Sister Mary Ellen in her spare time. We did not know what the Aztexs had planned for her, but now we had to figure on a rescue for two females. There was some concern that this Chantal would be added to the sacrifice schedule for Saturday night. To prepare for that we considered moving our attack up from Sunday to Saturday. However, from comments we heard in the jail we knew that Saturday would not have a second feature. Instead they decided that the girl was attractive enough from the neck down that she would be company for Carlos and the other top Aztexs during the flight to LA.

Wednesday I called Tony to my room again and we reviewed the plan for the rescue now that there were two women. First, I had to make sure he was okay about having the exercise during his wife’s final agony. His reply, said with a grin, was that she had asked, on her knees and in several other poses, for all she was getting, so he had no interest in interfering with her path to damnation. “It was her idea to end our marriage on the pyramid with a crowd enjoying the show. So it wouldn’t be right to hasten things along, or deny her the full experience.”

“She gave you a son ... how will he take it if you do nothing?”

“She burned that bridge, she was more honest with him than she was with me and it turned him against her, but he was careful and never defiant. That is why he spent the summer in Portland. We have talked ... his heart is now tied to Cynthia’s sister Pammie.”

Next we talked about the plan. Tony did not believe the Aztexs would sacrifice Chantal “because they get no benefit.” The bosses were pigs who would probably think to utilize the “fresh” woman for themselves either during the weekend or on the trip home afterward. “Maybe they will raffle off her hymen and her butt, it will be a long flight. They won’t pass up the opportunity.”

After that I talked about what changes were needed for his plan. He planned to open 3 locks, all of which he had opened and closed once, and possibly take out some guards. With a needle of our “magic weed” (Tony’s term for the curare, because my Prince once said it grows like weeds and Tony thought it worked like magic) and a knife he would have no trouble with up to three guards in a tight space. If there were more the cameras would show him ahead of time. I would watch on the jail cameras, and Jambo would be close. He would also have a silenced pistol if needed.

Next we talked about the plan with the Nun’s helper. He had a few refinements for staging and provisions but basically said that he could not think of any improvements. He did wonder about what happened after he escaped with the two women. He was essentially passive for that part, the details were left to the boat commanders based on conditions. I explained about him hitching a ride to Belize. If nature did not provide, “King” was a contingency. Two of the crew members might recognize him, but they had firm orders not to show it.

One new wrinkle in the plan was that the tank commander suggested going right through the fence instead of the car gate, which was tight. The tank was a tracked vehicle so tight turns with at night with blind angles were an issue. He was right, but really, the guy just wanted to knock something over with the tank.

We all agreed that was possible, but there was a risk using brute force, if something is forced you don’t always get the expected results. Tony suggested that if we allowed for a few extra minutes on the front end, he could detour to unlock the bus gate, eliminating the small risk. He also pointed out that having the tank positioned “down the road” towards civilization and any conceivable interference cut off unforeseen problems from that direction.

I agreed, it required a small adjustment to the timetable but was doable.

Tony used this opening for non-mission question. “I have to ask ... the guy I know as Paulo ... he is not a gang leader ... where did he get a tank? The internet?”

“I am really not the one to answer those questions. I can say that during the conflict before we were born the tank was in Vietnam. It was in a storage area when it was damaged during an raid, a lucky RPG hit a barrel next to the tank, the burning liquid looked like the tank was on fire but the damage was superficial. Nobody was on board but the tank was left behind. After the US exit a local entrepreneur picked up the the tank and a few APCs...”

“A few APCs? As in more than the two I saw?”

“What is the saying, ‘cheaper by the dozen’ or maybe ‘with a dozen you get egg roll.’ Anyways, this local entrepreneur scrap metal guy sold the junk to another guy who eventually died. At the estate sale somebody bought them and tried to fix them up well enough to sell them in a crooked three-sided deal to ... well, somebody dead so that does not matter. My Prince, who was 16 at the time, outfoxed the other two principles who both tried to cheat on the deal. Martin was there. Once he had the vehicles my Prince bought the factory where you trained. He hired some loyal experienced workers laid off by the military which retired the models, and had them rebuild.”

“This is not the first time you have used that term for him.”

“Someday, if you are fortunate and earn the right, you may be invited to my home and learn much more.”

Tony went back to the plan. “I assume you have a backup for me?” We had not discussed those details with him, except for code words.

“Two, actually. Jambo will shadow you but will stay hidden. He has discretion over the tank’s mounted troops, who are the best shots in the group. They all have night vision and silenced guns. If you need another hand he will be near. The stronger option exposes the tank, so the nun and her friend will have to be bagged and drugged. She won’t like it, but there is really no option if things get that far out of hand.”

Finally Tony got to what bothered him. “Back to the escape ... it occurs to me that we will be hanging out, exposed and with no options, in the ocean. Not all ships at sea have good people.”

“I understand your concern. We will be tracking you. Our two boats will be running nearby, bracketing you, running dark and out-of-sight but on full alert. One of them will actually send the SOS signal in a way so it looks like it is coming from you. Finally, when your rescuer approaches, the ultralight amphibian will be loitering above with guns, hand grenades and maybe a M72 LAW at the ready.”

“Those sound like blunt instruments for the good Sister to see.”

“I agree, but at sea we don’t have other options, the U-boat is not operational.”

“U-boat? You are kidding ... right?”

“Uh ... no. One of my ancestors was part of a group that escaped from Germany after the war, he was a scientist, a drug specialist, and was wanted on trumped-up war-related charges. He broke the code to make your magic weed more effective. Really, both sides wanted him to do their bidding as a slave. He did not want his descendants to be raised under either system ... he preferred what came before that fool of a Kaiser. My Prince’s associates offered another path. I am sure you have heard rumors of Germans they never found. They acquired a brand new U-boat to cross the ocean and ... well, to relocate. He fell in love with a local woman and was able to do the work he wanted to do - like improving the ‘magic weed.’ Now, 60 some years later, I serve my people because he and others took risks to give me the freedom to chose the nature of my service.”

“The U-boat?”

“They are expensive to maintain and need a lot of training, that means an industrial base and a population center. We have no use for a standing crew but you really need experienced people which means going to sea. Also, the world has become a lethal place for such vessels without modern technology - sub killers need no reason. So these days it sits, rusting.”

“Your scar ... that looks like a knife?”

“Yes, while I was in the military of ... well, a country where some men have the wrong ideas about a woman in uniform. He will not make that mistake again, so I believe I have saved dozens of other women from some disgusting exercise. That is a source of pride for me.”

“I see ... that makes sense.”

I continued. “ ... as I was saying, at sea, there are fewer complications, since nobody can really place the blame. Even if the Sister sees herself rescued by people in an ultralight, it is a story, but there is no firm way to fix blame. Seeing a tank in Mexico is different, an international incident. I admit that you will be passive, helpless and out-of-touch ... but you will be in good hands.”

Tony agreed with me. I said I would keep him informed if we learned anything more.

The Aztex setup crew, some executives and a few attendees began to arrive on Thursday August 28. At the time we were 50 miles away, with the boats disbursed and no drones in the air, but the cameras put us into the camp.

No matter when our how they arrived, all the party-ready Aztexs, both men and the few women, essentially stripped to shoes, a hat or headband, a loincloth and body-paint (chapter colors) as soon as they arrived at the parking lot Thursday, Friday or Saturday. Drugs, food and booze were available (they didn’t drink Mexican water). In the afternoons there were games and sports in the party field - from modern laser tag to ancient ball games. One ancient aztec/mayan tradition associated with the ball games was the ritual execution of the losers. These Aztexs didn’t do that, instead the losers had to provide sexual release to the winners, and most attendees were male. It was quite disgusting to watch.

The members of the poison and set-up crews, who came in their own vehicles (mostly 4-door pickups and SUVs) had special body-paint applied when their work was done, until then they went heavy on the bug spray and sun-block. Loincloths have no pockets so everybody left their clothes, wallets and other possessions in whatever vehicles they came in. The largest number came in “Greyhound” type busses with Mexican markings, they had duffle bags stored under the seat for their belongings. Weapons and assault uniforms were waiting in LA. Their personal stuff would be transported to the survivors. The Aztexs had done this before so they had a system.

Tony’s wife was one of the people who arrived mid-afternoon Thursday. She didn’t bother with a loincloth, she spent her first afternoon and night in camp naked on a blanket in front of the pyramid, giving herself to all who could stand the mess. She was high as a kite on sex drugs so she rewarded people from the set-up crew with her body because she was single again and moving up in the gang. Her average looks were better than what the low-caste worker bees of the gang usually got to put their dicks into.

Exhausted, Tony’s wife fell asleep where she was late Thursday night. Somebody put her to bed, but it was not what she expected.

Friday was a busy day. Most party-goers/suicide assault team members arrived during the day Friday in three bus loads. They joined the people already there for the friendly meet and greet party.

However, for our purposes the most important item was an short trial in the jail Friday morning.

Carlos Jaguar, the gang’s leader, arrived with his posse in the Kodiak early Friday morning, landing in the expanded parking lot. Cars, and later the trucks and busses, were parked close to the sides of the lot, allowing a long diagonal for much more runway than the STOL aircraft needed. Actually, only the prep crew, the setup crew, the security staff and some of the chapter leaders drove their own cars to the meeting in August. Most of the volunteer party-goers would arrive in the buses, and would fly to LA, so they really did not need their cars unless they were traveling with a group of friends.

Carlos had a busty girl and two bodyguards along, most of the other chapter leaders showed up with a girl plus one bodyguard.

The pilot who brought Carlos was a Oriental girl named Binh Hai. She seemed to combine both girlfriend and bodyguard functions, and it really was not clear if she or Carlos was in charge. Normal high-rank girlfriends wore only high heels boots in camp, they posed for the members but were untouchable except for their guy, higher ranked guys and Carlos. Binh Hai also borrowed a few girlfriends.

Binh Hai accessorized her very curvaceous nude body with 2 Uzi pistols in shoulder holsters plus a trio of knives strapped to her thigh, waist and forearm. She hung on Carlos, kissing him and rubbing her nude body against him like a girlfriend. But she also pre-empted Carlos in giving some orders to others. I even saw her slap Kiera once, which pissed Doggo off but a look from her backed him down. Kiera took it and kept her mouth shut.