them. “Helen, this is Shane. Shane, this is Helen.”
Helen looked back and forth between the two. “Are you twins?”
“Nah,” Shane said. “Irish twins. Nine months apart.”
“Reynolds is Scottish,” Max said. “And we’re obviously not twins since I’m the good looking one.”
Helen smiled and took Max’s hand. “Thank you.”
“You bet,” Max said. “Take care of those kids. And don’t worry about John. He’ll turn up and when he does I bet he’ll have a nice, fat check for you.”
Helen rolled her eyes and hopped in the van. Max and Shane stepped away as she backed out of the parking spot, waved and drove off.
“Now that’s a MILF,” Shane smiled. “You get her number?”
“Don’t be a jerk,” Max said. “She’s nice. Her ex was a SEAL.”
“Huh,” Shane said. “Maybe that’s why she has a tail.”
“I said not to be a jerk,” Max replied. “You don’t have to talk about her ass.”
“Not her ass, dumbshit,” Shane said, nodding towards the black pickup truck that pulled out behind Helen’s minivan. “I mean that right there. Tinted windows. No plates. She’s being followed. And we both know who uses vehicles like that when they need to.”
“Fuck,” Max said. “Cartel.”
“Cartel,” Shane nodded. “Where’s the Jeep? I think we have an adventure on our hands.”
***
“No video?” Espanoza asked as he watched three blips on a GPS monitor. “Just red dots? That’s not what was promised, James.”
“There will be video and boosted audio communications,” McCarthy said. “There hasn’t been time to fine tune the communications systems yet, like I said.”
“So until then we just watch these blips?” Espanoza frowned. “Bloop. Bloop. Bloop.”
“For now,” McCarthy nodded. “But once we do get the com systems dialed in you’ll have HD video streaming right to your monitors.”
A shrill noise sounded and Dr. Morganton leaned forward, her brows furrowing as one then a second of the blips on the monitor disappeared. She looked at McCarthy, panic in her eyes.
“What happened?” Espanoza asked. “Where did they go?”
“I…I don’t know,” McCarthy replied. “Their GPS transponders must have shorted or something.”
“Or they disabled them,” Diego Fernandez said, Espanoza’s right hand. “Trying to make a run for it.”
“With my product,” Espanoza snarled.
“No, they wouldn’t do that,” McCarthy said. “They know what will happen to their families.”
“What families?” Espanoza grinned, looking at Diego. “Send word. Kill them all.”
Diego nodded and left the room.
Espanoza looked at the stricken faces of Dr. Morganton and McCarthy.
“What?” he asked, looking honestly perplexed. “They were warned.”
Chapter Two: Submarino De La Muerte
Water streamed into the sub as John fought to regain control.
“Mayday!” John shouted into the com. “Mayday! I am taking on water and, well, uh…”
He looked at the two video monitors that still worked and shook his head.
“Uh…I’m under attack from a giant fucking shark!” he finished.
The video monitor showed the right side of the sub and the massive shark that gripped it in its jaws. The sub shook as the shark wrenched it back and forth, trying to saw through what it thought was a whale’s body. Oil and hydraulic fluid leaked out around the shark’s head, but it wasn’t daunted as it dove, driving the sub deeper.
“John….me…teeth…,” the faint voice of Bart said over the com.
“Bart! I can’t hear you, man!” John yelled. “Are you alright? Talk to me!”
There was no response except for a loud burst of static. John ripped the headset off and threw it against the monitors. He tried to push more power to the propulsion system, but the sub was designed to look and act like a whale. The only way it moved was by its specially designed, undulating tail.
That wasn’t going to fight off or outrun a shark the size of the