It had been around 2 months. Where were we? Still in Bolivia. Haven't managed to get back to the states yet so we set up here. I worked in the garage with Pooch since I know about that kind of stuff, Cougar and Jensen would work in the doll shop down the street and Roque and Clay would usually try to gamble us more money at the hen fighting ring.
The das dragged on and on until one night, Clay came home with a card and a fire lit in his belly. The card was given to him by someone wanting to meet us...all. The next day we were led by the car to a cemetery, Cougar and Jensen had not shown up yet because of something else no one really cared about. We were sat and standing in one area when two motorcycle engines roared and we saw our two teammates ride up with two chicks. Cant say I didn't feel a little jealous when I saw Jensen with the woman as he stepped off the bike.
"Sorry we're late, there was a party at the doll factory. It was Pepito's birthday." He informed us as Cougar smooched the woman on his bike but got in before Jensen could kiss the other woman and they drove off. I patted Jensen on the shoulder as if to say 'wounded'. I also noticed he was wearing a bright pink shirt reading 'Go Petunia's'. "o, she wanted to meet in a cemetery? That's not, foreboding at all." Jensen added with a hint of sarcasm.
"Am I the only one who see's his shirt?" Roque butted in from where he was sat on the wall, I shook my head and Jensen looked down.
"Oh, its my niece's soccer team, 8 and under, I checked her scores online, a-" Jensen cut himself off as lay gave him a look. "What?" He asked as everyone started moving. "They're in the playoffs." all started migrating through the cemetery as I pulled out my IT pad.
"What do you have on her?" Clay asked as passed the pad over to Jensen.
"Besides a pant busting crush? Cap didn't find much. Her company file is blank. CIA has a standing kill order on her, pretty much everyone with the exception of PEDO wants this chick dead." Jensen explained, clicking through the separate files I had open on the pad before passing it back to me and I placed it back in my backpack.
"Think you're thinking clear on this? Because every time you mess up its because of a woman." Roque argued.
"Name one time." Clay argued back.
"Amber." Roque immediately suggested.
"Amber wasn't the problem, Amber's husband was the problem." Clay objected.
"Amber's husband wasn't the one who shot you." Pooch butted in.
"It was only in the leg." Clay responded.
"What about Emma?" Jensen piped up and into the conversation.
"Emma doesn't count, I didn't sleep with Emma."
"No, because she put a bomb in your car!"
"Alright I admit, that did take a little romance out of the relationship." Clay admitted, I nodded.
"Yeah now this chick shows up, what's her name, Aisha? And well, she burns down our hotel." Roque replied as we came to a stop next to a large tree and a bit of clear space.
"I'm clear Roque." Clay stated.
"You better be cause I ain't getting killed by no girl." Roque returned, sitting on a stone to the left of me.
"Long time since anyone has called me a girl." Aisha's voice broke the privacy of the conversation before she started stepping towards Clay. "She put a bomb in your car?"
"She was volatile. Aisha, this is Jensen, Cap, Pooch Roque and Cougar." Clay introduced us all.
"Really? Heh." She started before placing down a file of some sort down onto a grave. "Gentlemen and woman." She began. "In 97 hours, Max will be in Miami. He travels in an armoured column with at least 30 private security armed to the teeth. You have a better shot at kidnapping the president. Good news is I have the power to get you guys back in the US and fund the entire op as you see fit. You get Max and we're square." She gave a lengthy, detailed report before returning her gaze to Clay.
"And, why should we believe you?" Roque brought up an important question as he checked one of his favourite smaller daggers with one hand.
"Because I'm the first person you've met who even admits he exists. Listen, you guys can all stay here in Bolivia and rot, or you can go back home and get revenge on the man who framed you. Its your choice."
"Colonel?" Jensen asked.
"Don't call me that. We're not soldiers anymore." Clay objected.
"Ok, you know that if we do this, we are waging a war against the Central Intelligence Agency." Pooch reminded everyone, Cougar who had even looking through the documents of the file put them back down.
"They started it." He stated, I nodded in agreement although I didn't trust Aisha. We all began to agree and Aisha told us her plan.