"Jake... someone's coming..." Alex's voice was a whisper. How the hell had they wound up in this mess? One minute she was on her way to meet Jake and then she woke up in here with Jake cuffed to a pipe next to her.
Jake looked up from where he was trying to pick the cuff locks. The door opened and two men armed with m-16s appeared in the doorway. "Senor Montcalvez wants you both now." One unlocked the cuffs of both and then they were led out of the pumphouse and into the main house. Everything was eerily silent, not even the house staff was present as they were led to a large room. Inside was Frank and Reymundo Montcalvez.
Both Alex and Jake were shoved down into chairs and held at rifle point. Frank looked alright, didn't look like he'd been beaten or anything else.
So what was going on?
--
Alessandra Montcalvez was pushing Litha down the hallway at gunpoint, heading towards the same room that Alex, Jake, Frank and Reymundo were in.
"I am truly surprised, Agent Sinclair. That you made such an oversight on your part. You made an enemy out of me, you know that?"
"Oh suck it Alessandra. You're making it worse on yourself and your husband by doing this. Look, we're not here after you. Just give me the gun and this will be easy... And just how did you know I wasn't Seska Broussard?"
"So many questions. Makes you look foolish to not know, Sinclair. But if you must know I-" she abruptly fell silent.
The slight scuffing noise behind her made Litha turned around to see what'd happened. There standing over Alessandra's fallen body was the agent from the plane who'd flown down with her and Frank.
"Oh bejeezus Darrin! You have no idea how glad I am to see you. What's going on?"
Darrin tossed her the silenced pistol as he dragged the woman's body into an empty room. "They all know. Geraldo, Reymundo, his wife. Reymundo has everyone else in a private room under armed guard. This morning while you and Alex were out with the Senora here, he and Geraldo were making the preparations. The housestaff is actually private guards. First Jake, then Alex after she was summoned away from you under the pretense of meeting Jake, then Frank under the pretense of meeting you. Wallace did tell you that you weren't supposed to leave Brazil, right?"
"Yeah, he said something like that. Told me to watch my back. How the fuck did Reymundo get out of prison so soon and how did he get down here?"
"While you were in Los Angeles - here..." He took the gun back and motioned her out of the room and down the hallway. "He was set free. Litha, he had help from higher up. It's worse than we thought. But, that's for later. I managed to call Wallace last night while everyone was at dinner. He said he was on his way to Birmingham Hills to bring your mother and Lina back to safety, just in case things didn't go as planned down here. Now, in order to get everyone out, we've got to get you into the room with Geraldo and make him believe that you're a prisoner."
"Darrin... stop. Did you bring your bag with you?"
"yeah, why?"
"Go get it. If all the servants around here are armed guards, we're going to have to recreate the OK Corral in Sao Paolo."
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Jake looked up from where he was trying to pick the cuff locks. The door opened and two men armed with m-16s appeared in the doorway. "Senor Montcalvez wants you both now." One unlocked the cuffs of both and then they were led out of the pumphouse and into the main house. Everything was eerily silent, not even the house staff was present as they were led to a large room. Inside was Frank and Reymundo Montcalvez.
Both Alex and Jake were shoved down into chairs and held at rifle point. Frank looked alright, didn't look like he'd been beaten or anything else.
So what was going on?
--
Alessandra Montcalvez was pushing Litha down the hallway at gunpoint, heading towards the same room that Alex, Jake, Frank and Reymundo were in.
"I am truly surprised, Agent Sinclair. That you made such an oversight on your part. You made an enemy out of me, you know that?"
"Oh suck it Alessandra. You're making it worse on yourself and your husband by doing this. Look, we're not here after you. Just give me the gun and this will be easy... And just how did you know I wasn't Seska Broussard?"
"So many questions. Makes you look foolish to not know, Sinclair. But if you must know I-" she abruptly fell silent.
The slight scuffing noise behind her made Litha turned around to see what'd happened. There standing over Alessandra's fallen body was the agent from the plane who'd flown down with her and Frank.
"Oh bejeezus Darrin! You have no idea how glad I am to see you. What's going on?"
Darrin tossed her the silenced pistol as he dragged the woman's body into an empty room. "They all know. Geraldo, Reymundo, his wife. Reymundo has everyone else in a private room under armed guard. This morning while you and Alex were out with the Senora here, he and Geraldo were making the preparations. The housestaff is actually private guards. First Jake, then Alex after she was summoned away from you under the pretense of meeting Jake, then Frank under the pretense of meeting you. Wallace did tell you that you weren't supposed to leave Brazil, right?"
"Yeah, he said something like that. Told me to watch my back. How the fuck did Reymundo get out of prison so soon and how did he get down here?"
"While you were in Los Angeles - here..." He took the gun back and motioned her out of the room and down the hallway. "He was set free. Litha, he had help from higher up. It's worse than we thought. But, that's for later. I managed to call Wallace last night while everyone was at dinner. He said he was on his way to Birmingham Hills to bring your mother and Lina back to safety, just in case things didn't go as planned down here. Now, in order to get everyone out, we've got to get you into the room with Geraldo and make him believe that you're a prisoner."
"Darrin... stop. Did you bring your bag with you?"
"yeah, why?"
"Go get it. If all the servants around here are armed guards, we're going to have to recreate the OK Corral in Sao Paolo."
****