“Fernando Carone.”
“Oh boy… this can’t be good. He’s the one I’m calling you about.”
That straightened my ass up along with everyone else. I hit all the high points, explaining how we learned of Carone. Nick did the same in short order, along with his idea about yacht confiscation which had my companions barking in pirate talk for Nick’s amusement. We Monsters enjoyed Nick’s decimation of an attacking boat crew from Carone’s Tempest.
“If their radar warning system works well enough for them to know we’re in the area and they’re paranoid enough to fire at a civilian listed fishing trawler, what did you have in mind for an approach. I’m thinking the only way to get control requires destruction.”
Nick hesitated for a moment before revealing his thoughts. “I’m thinking you and I helicopter drop from the Stealth about a mile and a half away. Once we get aboard, we assess the situation. If we can take over the ship without a massive assault, great. If not, we send it to the bottom of the sea.”
“Recon! Don’t you and Dead Boy hurt my superyacht! Good plan. Don’t think for a second I’ll let you exit the Stealth with grenades, Dead Boy.” Lucas caused much amusement as Nick went silent. “I knew it! Why do this if you’re going to blow the shit out of it at the first indication of a problem?”
“Oh… I don’t know, Lucas,” Nick replied finally. “I was hoping John and I could survive this op. The grenades were to make sure that happened.”
I raised my hand. “Show of hands. All in favor of Nick and me surviving in case we have to use grenades raise your hands.”
No hands. Only snickers.
Nick chuckled. “No one raised their hand, did they?”
“Not a one, the pricks. I like your approach though. It’s a long swim, but would pretty much guarantee an undetected arrival. I can’t think of anything better. It seems we need to confiscate our new superyacht before going after Al-Kadi.”
“Agreed. I wouldn’t want to leave too much time go by in case he’s in constant contact with Carone. These assholes networking like they’re doing makes me wonder how many money sources they actually have. We know the damn Saudi’s are funding a lot of this crap. In addition, they own most of our top politicos lock, stock, and barrel. I’m wondering what the hell has to happen before we get to actually stop these bastards.”
A chorus of loud agreement followed Nick’s statement from my crew. “Probably an event like the atom bomb on a tanker running into China Basin, or them blowing Boston Harbor to hell and gone.”
“Damn it! I can’t pull back and let something like that happen,” Nick muttered. “I guess if they keep stocking our American swimming pool melting pot with piranhas from the Middle East, sooner or later our leaders will get what they want – a conflagration or Sharia Law. They’ve certainly stocked more upper level administration positions with Sharia Law advocates. Ever wonder where all the outrage went when the feminists disappear during any talk of a woman’s position under Sharia Law and Islam? The Gay Movement is a joke. They’re executed under Sharia Law… yet they are also silent. I guess the pictures and video of our ambassador in Benghazi, raped, tortured, and burned for hours, didn’t convince them of Islam’s other than peaceful intentions toward the Gay Movement.”
“We hear you, Muerto,” Lynn said. “I’ve dealt with the Middle East cave dwellers enough to know when they come calling, I give better than I get. The Gay Movement is a laugher just as you say. I guess they plan to burrow into the underground after they help lose the only nation on earth where they had real sanctuary. The one I’m curious about is the new transgender bullshit movement. They’ll disappear under Sharia so fast, no one will even notice. They’ll have to go back to pretending in their own bathrooms during dress-up time in the dark.”
Lynn struck a comical cord with that one. We Monsters don’t permit men to go into women’s bathrooms when our kids and wives are in there. God help the guy in a dress going in to share the bathroom with Lynn. He will be a woman after that experience and won’t have to worry about the right biological equipment. His will be gone.
“I will call you once satellite surveillance of our hoped for mountain retreat and superyacht give us some definition on a final approach to both. That was a disturbing deal with Carone’s minions attacking you at your beach with the kids around. We can’t have that, brother. We’ll kill them all. I’ll talk with you soon.”
“You Monsters watch your six,” Nick said. “I’m getting the itch of violence. It happens whenever I figure I haven’t killed enough people.”