Chapter 7 – Hijacked Part 2

I don't own Voltron Legendary Defender. I'm just taking the characters out for a spin.


Two huge black SUV's pulled into the parking lot of the country club. Shiro, fully geared, jumped out of the driver's side of one of the vehicles. "Curtis, Lance check out the A-side. We have no idea which car they're after. As soon as these guys pop up, we hit them."

Rax added, "They won't go down easy, so we got to strike fast."

As they moved through the lot, Shiro spotted a familiar looking car from some of the reports of the other carjacking's. "Right there," he said. "It's the same description as their getaway car."

Rax placed his fingerless-gloved hand down on the hood. "This is it. The hood's still warm." He spun around as an engine started.

Shiro called out, "Eyes!"

The engine revved, as it backed out of a parking slot and sped down the row of cars. Shiro caught the glint of sun flashing off metal. "Gun!"

Shots rang out from the car as one of the perps aimed at the SWAT officers. Shiro and Rax dropped down behind cars as Curtis returned fire.

A bullet struck Curtis's head which flew backward, and he dropped like a sack of potatoes.

Lance yelled, "Officer down! Curtis are you okay?"

Curtis replied as he stripped off his helmet, "I'm okay. I think they got my helmet."

Shiro knew they didn't have time to check on his fallen team member as he yelled, "Rax, move!"

Lance held his hand up in Curtis's face holding up three fingers. "Hey, how many?"

Curtis glared at Lance, "Get out of here with that."

Shiro and Rax reached one of the SUV's, and both jumped in as Rax slammed his foot down on the gas.

Lance stood up and turned toward the sight of the vehicle with Rax and Shiro in it leaving the parking lot. He mashed down on his radio's talk button. "Shot's fired. Twenty David is in pursuit."

Curtis stood holding his helmet. He swallowed hard as he stared at the hole where the helmet stopped the bullet.


Rax raced after the stolen car. "Damn," Shiro said. "These guys are moving."

As Rax swerved to avoid hitting oncoming cars that were avoiding being hit by the stolen car, "They may have the faster car, but we got the better driver."

Shiro replied with a slight chuckle, "All right, prove it big dog."

The car flew around a corner as the passenger fired his gun out the window.

Shiro yelled, "Gun!" Both he and Rax instinctively ducked down slightly.

Rax spun the wheel of the big black SUV, and the big vehicle jumped the curb. Rax drove across the dirt as he tried to gain on the muscle car.

His skills paid off as the SUV hopped another curb coming out on the road behind the stolen car.

Shiro pulled out a key and placed it into a slot in a device that sat in between the dashboard and a pair of cupholders. He turned the key activating the device. He flipped a switch that activated a rod from under the SUV that extended out with a tip that was more like a miniature grappling hook but looked like the tip of an ancient harpoon. "Three feet," he said as he flipped up the cover over a button.

Rax mashed down the gas pedal as far as it could go.

Shiro said, "One foot." He pressed the launch button, the head fired with a tail of steel cable flying out behind it. The grappling hook hit the wheel holding the back tire, and it clamped into place as the cable wrapped around and through the wheel fouling it up.

Rax slammed on the brakes. The steel cable tightened as the tire on the car in front of them blew, and the car stopped.

The two car thieves jumped out of the car as Shiro and Rax jumped out of the SUV. Shiro yelled, "Garrison P.D. Stop!"

The pair of car thieves ran up to a car that was stopped on the street. The one on the driver's side yanked open the door and shoved his gun in the driver's face. He grabbed the driver pulling him out when Rax caught up to him and pushed the barrel of his gun in the perp's face ordering him to get down on the ground.

Shiro came up behind the second thief and grabbed him. He yanked the thief's arms down and cuffed him. He said, "You're done! Rax are you good?"

"Yeah, got him," he replied as he cuffed the other thief's hands behind his back.

Two squad cars appeared on the scene to take the perps. Shiro and Rax walked back toward the SUV when Rax's eyes caught something powdery on the ground by the fouled-up tire. "What the hell is that?"

Rax reached the car first and knelt. He reached under the wheel well and pulled out a package with more powder that flowed from one end of the package. "Boss take a look," he said as he passed the package off to Shiro.

"Heroin," Shiro replied as he flipped the package over. It had a symbol printed on it that looked like three mountains.


Griffin approached the area where Hunk stood watching as both Garrison P.D. techs and DEA techs scoured over the stolen car. "Hey," Griffin said as he stopped next to Hunk. "I talked to Lieutenant Ozar. The Lamborghini arrived from Panama last week, same as all the other cars."

Hunk turned to face Griffin. "The Heroin must've been loaded in the cars down there."

Griffin stared at all the bags that were still inside the car. "Man, all these cars came in on the same container ship, delivered straight to the buyers."

Hunk's eyebrows scrunched together. "What kind of geniuses pack heroin inside cars that about as discreet as the Kardashians?"

Griffin shrugged. "I don't know."

Hunk frowned, "Something feels off."

"I guess if every car has a haul like this, they not only make millions off the drugs, but they can also unload the parts for tens of thousands on the black market."

Hunk nodded. "So this crew gets paid twice."

"Yeah, if everything goes as planned, they have their cake then sell the plate it was served on."

Captain Romelle drove her car up and parked near the two SWAT officers. As she climbed out of the car, she heard Griffin's comment. "These carjackers aren't done yet. One of my detectives talked to the supervisor who checked in that shipment of vehicles. He's positive there were eight cars on the boat, not seven."

Griffin stared at her. "Wait, so there's another car packed with heroin still out there?"

Hunk ignored Griffin's question and asked, "What kind of vehicle?"

Romelle frowned. "He couldn't tell. It was midnight, and the car was covered. But he swears up and down he counted eight."

Hunk, Griffin, and Romelle turned and walked toward the building that housed SWAT headquarters.

Griffin replied without missing a step, "Well, before these cars come off the ship, they're each assigned a custom's import marker."

Romelle nodded, "Those markers only record a cars make and model, not it's VIN number."

"Yeah, but the make and model is something to go on. I mean, cars this nice, they're rare enough, even here in Four Corners."


Keith stepped into a room of like a cafeteria. The woman he was searching for sat at a table by herself in the corner of the room. As he approached, she gazed at him. He pulled out a chair and sat down.

Her dark eyes stared into his blue-gray eyes. "Go away. I want my privacy."

He leaned forward, "It's okay. There are no cops in sight," he said as he caught the glint of recognition in her gaze.

"Who are you? And who sent you?" she asked.

He took a glance around the room, looking for any surveillance cameras or anyone watching them. He turned back to her. "It doesn't matter who sent me. I'm to get you out of here. Sendak was released from prison."

Her eyes narrowed. "Sendak." She frowned. "I helped take him down." She leaned back in her chair that creaked with her body then leaned forward. "When did you plan on leaving?"

"As soon as possible."


Lance found Shiro and handed off a report to him. Shiro's eyes roamed over the paper as a chuckle slipped from between his lips. One of Lance's eyebrows rose.

Shiro glanced up as his team member. "Griffin stepped up to the plate today. Nothing lights him up more than fast cars."

Lance added his chuckle to Shiro's as they walked through headquarters. "Well, today's his day."

"Right," Shiro replied. "Hey, how'd Curtis seem when he got back?"

"He seemed fine. He filed an incident report and went back out with Matt's team. They found the dump site for the rest of the stolen vehicles. There were six sets of tire tracks, but no rides, and no bad guys."

Rax joined them. "Hey, you got anything useful from the boys in the Lamborghini?"

Shiro shook his head. "One's in surgery, thanks to a well-aimed shot from Lance while the car was moving."

Lance preened. "I am the sharpshooter."

Shiro let out a quick chuckle and clapped Lance on the shoulder. He turned toward Rax. "One's in surgery. The other is being booked, but he's not talking."

Rax slapped a hand against his thigh, "Same as the guy who was hacking the GPS satellites. He's already lawyered up."

Lance glanced between the two men. "The D.A. couldn't cut a deal to find out which drug ring these guys worked for?"

"No," Rax replied. "And the chem test they did on that heroin doesn't match anything in the DEA's database, neither does the label. I mean they think whoever's importing it is new to the scene."

Shiro glanced at both of his team members. "Well, whoever they are, they have resources, and they're making noise. Get narcotics in, find out what they've heard on the street.

Lance nodded, "I'm on it."


Lance was informed that his friend was waiting for him. He couldn't wipe the grin off his face as he approached. "Tavo, it's good to see you," he said as both men shook hands.

Tavo's deep but clear voice rang as he greeted the sniper of SWAT. "Good to see you. Belated congrats on making it into SWAT."

"Thanks," Lance replied as he led the way to SWAT's evidence room.

Tavo turned his head toward the other man. "You said you had a question you wanted to ask me in person?"

"Yeah, I want to show you something. You ever hear of the cartels pushing their heroin using imported cars?"

Lance's question got Tavo's attention. "Can't say I have, but I can run it by my team."

They stopped in front of the door to the evidence room. As Lance fished out the key and unlocked the door, he said, "Have them take a look at this too. The drugs we picked up all have the logo of three mountains on them."

Tavo sucked in a breath. "That's a volcano. An old mobster, Ranvieg, my source said he talked about pushing this new stuff he called 'Volcano.'"

Lance rubbed at the back of his head, "So he's got to be behind this."

Tavo shook his head. "Not likely. He was found executed Mafia style last week in San Pedro. But rumor has it he was working behind the scenes for Zarkon."


Lance stood in front of the big screen. "According to Tavo, Ranveig decided he was going out on his own. He stole Zarkon's heroin and re-labeled it and diverted it here using luxury cars."

Commander Iverson gazed the sniper. "He must have thought he'd given Zarkon the slip."

Rax replied, "He thought wrong. Zarkon wouldn't cut his losses."

Lance nodded as he pressed a button showing a guy laying in the grass next to a car with several stab wounds to the chest with the word traitor written in blood on the side of the vehicle. "No. Instead, Zarkon cuts up the ones who screw him."

Allura frowned. "Traitor. The worst thing you can be to the mob other than a cop." Her insides ran cold as she thought of Keith and the DEA agent inside Zarkon's organization.

Lance added, "By the time they figured out what Ranvieg had done with the heroin, the cars had already been delivered to their owners."

Commander Iverson rubbed a hand along his jaw. "So Zarkon hired car thieves and a hacker to steal back their product."

Lance pressed another button bringing up another picture on the screen.

Allura gazed at the man with nice features. "Who's the pretty boy?"

"That's Plytox, Zarkon's hit man. Interpol believes he's killed at least thirty people worldwide."

Allura folded her arms across her chest. "We still have no idea where Zarkon's actual base is." She stopped to consider what actions needed to be carried out. "Put out an alert to all airports in the area in case they try to flee."

Rax replied as he glanced over his shoulder at her. "I got a feeling they're not done yet."

Commander Iverson added as Rax began to walk away. "I agree."

Allura's phone rang. She walked away from Iverson and Lance as he pulled it out of her suit jacket pocket, glanced at the caller, and put it up to her ear. "Pidge, are you at the import lot?"

"We just left. We got the make and model of the last car off the shipment, a silver Ferrari 458."

Allura replied, "We'll start pulling GPS signals for every matching car in the area."

Hunk's voice came over the phone. "The manufacturer said their satellite was breached by someone fishing for the same intel. They said it's going to take a while to get the signal back online."

Allura's eyes narrowed. "How'd Zarkon hack a satellite when we have his hacker in custody." She paused for a moment as the thought struck her. "Wait what about Griffin's friend?"