Chapter 16: sabotage


Josiah's POV-

I drove down the road in the direction of the lakeside. The jungle around me was nosey with sounds as I drove. A few flies buzzed around me as I concentrated on the road. I ignored them, focusing my eyes and my mind on where I was going.

The plan was simple, yet it was easier said then done. I had to put a stop to these drug dealers that had profaned this island with their disgusting operation, and maybe even get them off this island.

I knew that Tholestes and the rest of the pack were not going to help. So this was on me. I had to do this alone.

It only took a half hour to drive and to finally make it onto the familiar road that I took last time with Terias. From there I would have to drive a little more carefully. This was part of the Spino's territory. And the last thing I needed was for that scaly bastard to start trying to take a chomp out of me.

I stopped the jeep half way up the road, got out, and walked the rest of the way. A few Compies scattered away from a carcase as I walked up road. I didn't bother looking to see what they had been feasting on.

This part of the jungle was quite, save for a few insects that buzzed here and there.

Then I came upon the fork in the road. The one ahead led to the beach were the drug dealers were. The other led toward the Spino's territory. The jungle in that part was darker and narrower then the road I was on now. It had that sort of sinister feel to it.

I continued down the road, my rifle at the ready. There could have been scouts nearby, and I wanted to make sure that I wasn't spotted.

Tholestes, Terias, and Fern could have joined me, but I knew that this was something that I could handle. They weren't the only ones who could sneak-up upon their prey.

When I reached the end of the road I ducked behind the brush that lined the lakeside. As I thought, the criminals were still there.

Now what?

I couldn't just barge in there and say, "Put your hands on the ground, you scumbags" and start shooting up the place like a badass. Oh, no. That was not happening.

These guys had machine guns. I had only had a rifle and a hunting knife. But these guys looked like they couldn't shoot straight. That was evident by the bottles of liqueur that they had among themselves, and had scattered around the beach and around their trucks. Litterbugs.

A distraction was needed.

I could set fire to one of the sheds. It could work. They'd all be clamoring about trying to put it out, and that would be it. The three sheds were the weed was being made would be the target. Lucky for me that there were drums of fuel behind the crates that were between the sheds. Time to act.

I made my way toward the drums, careful not to be seen. The sentries milling around the beach may have been a little drunk and intoxicated by their own weed, but that wouldn't stop one of them from sounding up an alarm.

Once I was behind the drums I withdrew my knife. These sort of drums were thin, thin enough to cut a hole in. One smart jab should do the trick. I struck once, twice, and a third time. The knife penetrated, gasoline pouring out. One drum wasn't enough. Either way I didn't want to waste time, so I took out my lighter and went to work on the other drums.

All seven of them were punctured within a few minutes. A quick look around showed that there were no gunmen near who had heard the noise and had come running.

I lit the lighter and set fire to the gasoline on the ground. A fire trail instantly went up. I quickly darted back into the jungle and watched as the flames travelled up toward the drums.

A second later, with my ears covered, the drums exploded. All three of the tents that held some of the weed started to burn, the flames quickly consuming and burning. The men instantly who had seen or had been near, quickly dashed away from the sheds. Those that were inside came out screaming, their clothes on fire as they flailed around. The rest of the camp was in chaos. Men ran about, shouting in Spanish and trying to put out the fires.

I turned to the main tent and saw that the bodyguards were still standing at the front entryway. But no one was watching the back.

I made my way towards the back of the tent and hid among the barrels there. Nobody seemed to be inside so I slipped in under the flap. I got and looked around. There were only two tables in the tent and a single bed that looked like a cot. The air inside was thick and hot with the skunky-like smell of marijuana.

And on one of the tables were two briefcases. I went over to them and opened one. What I saw inside nearly made me gasp out loud. I closed my mouth and stared. The case was full of money. Costa Rican money by the looks of it. I opened the other one and saw that it was also full of money, too. I closed them.

These were big bucks right here. Enough to make a man rich. I had to get these outta here. Without this money, and the weed, these guys would have nothing. I picked up both briefcases and a dive under the flap. In the process I had dropped my lighter. I turned to get it, but decided not to. Better skedaddle out of here while the criminals were distracted by the fires.

I quickly ran back into the jungle, dashed up the trail, and made my way up the road to my jeep. Putting the briefcases into the back, I hopped in the drivers seat, started the engine, and drove out of there as fast as I could. I could still smell weed, but also the smell of smoke. There was also the shouts and cries that followed. Hopefully that would slow down or even stop their operations here on the island, and they would go back to the mainland.


I arrived back at the village by mid afternoon. It had taken an extra hour to get back because I had to retrieve my camera equipment from my other jeep. The vehicle had taken a tremendous beating, the windshield broken and shattered. The whole jeep had caved-in, the roof dented and the doors hanging of their hinges. There was also some kind of thick, white paste smeared across the hood.

Yuck. The Tyrannosaur had marked it's territory on my jeep. Oh well. I least I have a new one now anyway.

I did not see Fern or her brothers anywhere. I assumed they were back at their nest, feeding or getting ready for a hunt.

I didn't see them for the rest of the day. By nightfall, the heat of the day cooling down, the smell of weed was pretty much gone. The only smell came from the jungle soil. That was fine by me. I was so sick of the smell of dope I could puke. Why people these days chose to smoke the damn things were beyond me.

Now for the more pressing matter. I had placed the two briefcases on the counter in the kitchen. With this much money at my disposal I could buy almost anything on the mainland. I always imagined getting my hands on a big wad of cash like this, and here it was. Two briefcases full of the green and blue stuff.

But what to do with it? Keeping it for the next three weeks was going to be difficult because I didn't know if any of the drug criminals would be gone by then.

Still, it was better then just burning the stuff. But it was drug money after all, and I didn't want a whole lot of guilt to bring me down.

For now I wanted to keep the money in a safe place, here within the town.

Now, what was going to happen with the drug criminals? Would they leave or would they go?


Rafael slammed his fist right into Edward Sega's face. The blow knocked the younger man clean off his feet and onto the ground, blood spurting from his nose. Rafael may have been slightly obese, but his punches were just as strong as they were before.

"You damned fuck!" Rafael yelled, spit flying.

Edward whipped the blood from his nose, his bottom lip puffy. Rafael had arrived a few days later after the fire at the compound. He expected to find his two briefcases full of money waiting for him. But found only a wrecked compound with tents ruined, sheds destroyed, and the marijuana burned to the ground. And to make it worse was the fact that his money, his uncle's money, was gone. Now he had only one case, and he knew that wouldn't be enough.

Edward got to his feet as Willie Mead came forward. "The entire stock is gone, sir," he said. "The fire left nothing behind. It's all gone."

Rafael gritted his teeth. "Damn it all!"

"But I did find this," Willie took out something from his pocket and showed it to Rafael. It was a lighter. "It was on the ground in your main tent, sir."

Rafael took it and examined it closely. "This is not one of ours, and not from the mainland," he said. "This is American-made."

"Which means only one thing," said Edward. "We are not alone on this island."

Rafael threw the lighter away. "Whoever it is," he said. "Has my money." he turned to Willie. "I want a armed group of your men ready to move out now."

Willie Mead shook his head. "My men are not experienced with this sort of island, sir. And neither are yours. None of them want to go inland because they've heard rumours of the creatures that..."

Rafael rounded on him, his eyes blazing. "I don't give a flying shit!" he yelled. "Get your men together and have a group ready to move out soon. And if you encounter any of INGEN's monster, then shoot them! That's what their guns are for!"

"But your money could be anywhere on this island," Edward said, massaging his nose, his fingers covered in blood. "Where are we suppose to look?"

"Figure it out," Rafael spat at him. "And you'll be going with them."

"What?"

"You heard me,"

Edward held up his hands. "But you can't expect me to just-"

"Yes I can!" Rafael snapped. "It's your own damn fault for losing my money in the first place. And..." He withdrew a pistol from his jacket. "unless you want a bullet up your ebony ass, signor Sega, you will find my money on this island and bring it back to me. All of it. Understand?"

Edward took a step back, intending to just run, but Willie grabbed him by his arm. He finally had to nod, sweat dripping down his forehead.

Rafael sneered. "That's better,"


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I am so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, sorry for the loooooooong wait.

I got lazy and I had other priorities to do other then my main Fanfic.

More chapters will be uploaded, but it could take some time, so pleeeeese be patient with me.