cargo hold and John realized the cocaine kilos had torn and were mixing their contents with the ocean.
No hand fins, no flippers, just skin and muscle, John swam as far and fast as he could, angling his body upwards. It was dark at the depth he was at and the surface was only a faint glow above. His chest started to burn and he knew he didn’t stand a chance of making it to the surface alive.
So he dove back to the sub.
He reached the cargo hold, and shoved his arms through the breach, yanking out kilo after kilo of cocaine until he found a couple still intact. Spots formed in front of his eyes and he knew he only had seconds left as he swam the few feet to the thrashing shark. The monster’s jaws, and most of its head were still wedged into the cockpit, but it thrashed so hard that John knew it would be free soon.
He couldn’t let that happen.
Getting right next to it, John jammed the kilos of drugs into one of the shark’s gill slits. He reached to his belt and pulled the short dive knife he kept strapped there then jammed the blade into the plastic-bagged drugs. The skin on his bare arms was rubbed raw as he brushed against the shark’s hide, but he ignored the pain and kept stabbing the bags, allowing them to open directly into the shark’s gills. His hope was to OD the massive thing.
Surely, a couple of kilos of pure Columbian cocaine could kill the beast?
The monster bucked and heaved then tore free from the sub. It whipped its head at John and he suddenly found himself without his right arm. And most of his torso.
No longer in control of himself, his mouth opened wide and his lungs filled with ocean water.
The last sight he saw was the shark’s own mouth opening wide.
The last thought he had was of his children and his ex-wife.
The last prayer he had was that none of what he’d done would blow back on them.
Then it was over in one final chomp.
***
“Can you text the address to us?” Shane asked.
“Yeah,” Thorne replied over the phone. “But with the way the police scanners are screaming, you won’t make it to the woman’s house before San Diego PD catches you.”
“Uncle Vinny thinks SDPD will take us before we get to your girlfriend’s house,” Shane said to his brother,
“Challenge accepted,” Max smiled as the Wrangler screamed down the I-5 off ramp and onto Clairemont Drive. Cars and trucks honked their horns as they threw on their brakes to avoid the Jeep. “Where are we going?”
“Linda Vista,” Shane replied. “She has a townhouse there.”
“Oh, I know right where that is,” Max said. “Remember Tatiana? That exotic dancer I was trying to get with?”
“That was a man, dude,” Shane said.
“It was not,” Max protested. “Did you see the tits on her?”
“Did you see the bulge below?” Shane replied, shaking his head. “I can’t believe you never figured that out.”
“My tongue was in her mouth,” Max replied. “I can’t undo that.”
“Good kisser?” Shane asked.
“BOYS!” Thorne roared into the phone. “Shut the fuck up and pay attention!”
“Sorry, Uncle Vinny,” Shane responded. “I’ll hang up now.”
“No, wait!” Max shouted. “The other guys!”
“Hold on,” Shane said. “Don’t hang up yet.”
“What now?” Thorne asked. “I need to get off the phone and make some calls. I have a feeling I’m going to cash in every favor I’m owed to keep you two from going to prison.”
“The two other guys that McCarthy recruited,” Max said. “If they have families then they’ll be in danger too, right?”
“Good catch,” Shane said. “Hey, Uncle Vinny? You’ll need to use a couple of those favors to get some police to the other two recruits’ families. If this shit is all connected then the cartel will hit them as well.”
“Fuck,” Thorne replied. “Fine. Can I go now?”
“Sure thing,” Shane said. “Talk to you later if we aren’t dead.”
“Jesus...,” Thorne swore. “Try not to get
No hand fins, no flippers, just skin and muscle, John swam as far and fast as he could, angling his body upwards. It was dark at the depth he was at and the surface was only a faint glow above. His chest started to burn and he knew he didn’t stand a chance of making it to the surface alive.
So he dove back to the sub.
He reached the cargo hold, and shoved his arms through the breach, yanking out kilo after kilo of cocaine until he found a couple still intact. Spots formed in front of his eyes and he knew he only had seconds left as he swam the few feet to the thrashing shark. The monster’s jaws, and most of its head were still wedged into the cockpit, but it thrashed so hard that John knew it would be free soon.
He couldn’t let that happen.
Getting right next to it, John jammed the kilos of drugs into one of the shark’s gill slits. He reached to his belt and pulled the short dive knife he kept strapped there then jammed the blade into the plastic-bagged drugs. The skin on his bare arms was rubbed raw as he brushed against the shark’s hide, but he ignored the pain and kept stabbing the bags, allowing them to open directly into the shark’s gills. His hope was to OD the massive thing.
Surely, a couple of kilos of pure Columbian cocaine could kill the beast?
The monster bucked and heaved then tore free from the sub. It whipped its head at John and he suddenly found himself without his right arm. And most of his torso.
No longer in control of himself, his mouth opened wide and his lungs filled with ocean water.
The last sight he saw was the shark’s own mouth opening wide.
The last thought he had was of his children and his ex-wife.
The last prayer he had was that none of what he’d done would blow back on them.
Then it was over in one final chomp.
***
“Can you text the address to us?” Shane asked.
“Yeah,” Thorne replied over the phone. “But with the way the police scanners are screaming, you won’t make it to the woman’s house before San Diego PD catches you.”
“Uncle Vinny thinks SDPD will take us before we get to your girlfriend’s house,” Shane said to his brother,
“Challenge accepted,” Max smiled as the Wrangler screamed down the I-5 off ramp and onto Clairemont Drive. Cars and trucks honked their horns as they threw on their brakes to avoid the Jeep. “Where are we going?”
“Linda Vista,” Shane replied. “She has a townhouse there.”
“Oh, I know right where that is,” Max said. “Remember Tatiana? That exotic dancer I was trying to get with?”
“That was a man, dude,” Shane said.
“It was not,” Max protested. “Did you see the tits on her?”
“Did you see the bulge below?” Shane replied, shaking his head. “I can’t believe you never figured that out.”
“My tongue was in her mouth,” Max replied. “I can’t undo that.”
“Good kisser?” Shane asked.
“BOYS!” Thorne roared into the phone. “Shut the fuck up and pay attention!”
“Sorry, Uncle Vinny,” Shane responded. “I’ll hang up now.”
“No, wait!” Max shouted. “The other guys!”
“Hold on,” Shane said. “Don’t hang up yet.”
“What now?” Thorne asked. “I need to get off the phone and make some calls. I have a feeling I’m going to cash in every favor I’m owed to keep you two from going to prison.”
“The two other guys that McCarthy recruited,” Max said. “If they have families then they’ll be in danger too, right?”
“Good catch,” Shane said. “Hey, Uncle Vinny? You’ll need to use a couple of those favors to get some police to the other two recruits’ families. If this shit is all connected then the cartel will hit them as well.”
“Fuck,” Thorne replied. “Fine. Can I go now?”
“Sure thing,” Shane said. “Talk to you later if we aren’t dead.”
“Jesus...,” Thorne swore. “Try not to get
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