Chapter 9

South of the Border

A/N: Sorry this took so long. I had complete writers block when it came to this story. Well, here it is. Also I know Aisha isn't technically an American citizen, but in my story she is.


"So what do we do if we get caught? Border patrol ain't exactly dumb."

Clay glanced at Chelsea, he actually hadn't thought of that. "Well…we have guns. I don't think most people trying to pass the border have guns."

Jensen scratched his head, "I feel like a vigilante."

"And I feel like a fucking hobo. Get over it." Aisha scratched violently at the dirty baseball cap on her head. "Did we have to dress like this?"

Pooch sighed, "We have to blend in. Once we get over safely we can change."

"Good."

"Boss." Cougar nudged Clay and handed the man his binoculars.

Clay whistled, "Motion sensors, electric fence, computer manned guns, and a guard every five yards."

Chelsea rolled her eyes, "Last time I checked we were in a recession. How can we afford all this?"

"Anything to keep people out."

Jenson looked up at the sky, "It'll be completely dark in a half hour. We in?"

"If we're not we're blacklisted Americans who will die on the border and get eaten by coyote."

The young man laughed nervously at Aisha's way with words, "I think that's a yes."

Chelsea laughed, "It didn't sound like a no did it?"

Clay chuckled, "Alright people, let's move. You all know what to do."

Jensen pulled a tiny computer from the worn, dirt-green bag on his back. "One motion sensor malfunction coming up."

"Wireless?"

He chuckled, adjusting his glasses, "Just like everything else in this country."

Chelsea laughed as she and Cougar set up their rifles, "You mean that country." She said, pointing, "We're in Mexico."

"Oh the technicalities."

There was a minute of key clicking before, "Motion sensors down."

Clay shifted his position away from the snipers, "You two know what to do."

Chelsea grinned, "Nap time for Mr. Guards."

The men went down hard and Clay and Jensen dragged them behind the bushes, kicking up sand. Pooch tore the pin out of a grenade and threw it at the fence, "Showtime."


Jensen peeked out the back windshield of their stolen military vehicle, "I've decided I don't like Mexico."

Chelsea nodded, peeling off her dirty shirt, "I agree, too hot."

"So now we have to drive all the way to D.C."

Clay rubbed his chin as he too pulled off his dirty clothes, showing his own underneath, " We'll get there. For now, we just need to relax."

Aisha glared out the window, "I feel like it won't be that easy."

Pooch glanced over his shoulder before putting his eyes on the road, "Nobody said it would be."

Cougar nodded, "We have to finish this."

"We need to. Once this is over, you guys have back your military honor and your lives."

Pooch looked over his shoulder again, "And you won't Cat?"

She smiled, "That's not how the CIA works. I don't really exist in society so at the end of this, I disappear."

Pooch frowned, "Not by your own will huh?"

"No. CIA lockup, relocation, or death… they've probably already chosen one for my crimes. My slate won't get wiped clean."

Aisha pat the woman on the shoulder, "I don't think you'll go easily."

"Who the hell said I would?" Chelsea said with a laugh. "I'm fighting all the way."

Clay clapped her hard on the back, "Good to hear soldier."

She grinned then winced, causing cougar to chuckle next to her. "Shut up." She leaned into the front seat, "I'm starving so lets put the pedal to the metal here and get a move on."

Jensen put up a finger, "Burger joint anyone?"


"Sir they've been spotted. They've stolen a military vehicle from border patrol and are heading north-east toward the Texas and lower Arkansas border."

Max looked out of his window at the lights sparkling in D.C. He still had men lying around doing nothing; why not make them useful. "Cut them off, bring them all here, first class, and alive."

"Yes sir."

The car came to a slow stop and Max stepped out, straightening his jacket and striding past the well dressed people milling around outside, smoking expensive cigarettes.

He took the stairs one at a time, even though his heart was pounding with excitement and he clutched the small disk in his pocket. Secret service eyed him warily and announced his name.

"Right this way sir. The President was waiting for you."

The music from the band mingled with the tinkling of glasses and giggles of women. The boastful conversations of the men followed him all the way to a room filled with cigar smoke and pool balls smacking into one another.

"So nice of you to join us, we've been waiting for you." The secret service was shooed away and the heavy door to the windowless room was closed.

A computer was set before max and he pulled out the disk, slipping it inside, "Gentleman, this is the weapon that is threatening our country."

The president rubbed his chin, "Do we know who has it?"

"I'm sorry sir we don't. It's still on the market."

"Then we wait. I want to know the moment you know."

Max smirked confidently, "Yes sir Mr. President."


"You know, this sleeping outside nonsense is unhealthy."

Cougar moved his hat away from his eyes as the woman joined him on the ground outside the truck. Given there was no room inside with Aisha and Clay in the backseat, Jensen and Pooch in the front.

Chelsea stretched and put her head on his shoulder, "I'm gonna miss you guys."

Cougar held her hand kissed the top of her head. She giggled, "Don't go falling in love with me Cougar. " her face became serious, "That's not how this works."

She let him move her head to kiss her full on the lips, rubbing her cheek with his thumb. She sighed and put her head back on his shoulder, "I'm sorry."