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Nemesis Chapter 5
The wait seemed a lot longer than it actually was. Grant and Max killed time by alternating between pacing around the holding cell and rubbing their handcuffs back and forth noisily across the prison bars.
Finally, a door opened at the other end of the hallway, and two men entered the holding cell area. The agents recognized one of them as Kyle Garcia.
"Showtime," Grant muttered through the tiny transmitter on his earring, catching Jim's attention. Jim realized that Garcia was about to make a move.
"Well, now," Garcia smiled in approval as he approached the holding cell. "These are both very fine specimens indeed."
He glared at the two agents, a smile plastered on his face. "How would you boys to come and work for me?"
"If it gets me out of this hellhole," Max responded dryly, "count me in." Grant nodded in agreement.
Suddenly Garcia's smile faded and a devious smirk took its place. "What if I told you I only had room for one of you?"
Grant and Max looked at each other for a moment. They hadn't considered this. Was Garcia serious, or was he just baiting them? They couldn't be sure, but they knew one another well enough that they knew what they were going to do.
"Then the spot's mine," Max insisted.
"Like hell!" Grant chimed in.
Then the two men began "attacking" one another, throwing punches as best they could with handcuffs and leg shackles. Garcia watched the fracas for a moment, then he laughed and held up his hand.
"That's enough, gentlemen," he said, as Grant gingerly touched the corner of his lip, which was bleeding a bit, and glared at Max. "I'll take you both."
Garcia turned to the guard. "Get them ready," he growled. "I'll meet you in the van."
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Within just a few moments, the handcuffs and leg shackles were removed, and Grant and Max were ushered into the van at gunpoint. As the van door slammed, Grant once again dabbled at his bloody lip and looked at Max.
"Did you have to be so damn convincing?" he growled.
"Hey, it got us here, didn't it?" Max grinned.
Grant ignored him. "We're on the move," he said softly, knowing his team was monitoring his transmitter. Then, as Garcia and his driver climbed into the van, they settled into silence for the ride to the warehouse.
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Nicholas was watching the transmitter feed on the laptop when it started to blink. "Jim."
Jim sat down to Nicholas' right as Shannon leaned over his shoulder.
"They're headed toward the warehouse," he advised.
"Good," replied Jim. "Make a note of their coordinates once they arrive."
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"We're here, gentlemen," advised Garcia as they came into sight of the nearly-constructed gray building in the midst of the rice farm. The agents could see a dozen or so men around it, doing various things from driving nails to carrying boards to measuring and cutting.
"That's a big building," Max observed. "You must be planning to harvest a lot of rice."
Garcia's smile quickly faded and he glared at Max. "Your job is to work on the warehouse, not ask questions."
Max shrugged nonchalantly, then caught a warning look from Grant as they exited the van and stood outside it.
Garcia pointed a sawed-off shotgun in their faces as he spoke. "There are only two rules. Do your job, and mind your business. If you disobey either, you will be executed. Any questions?"
Max and Grant both shook their heads as Garcia prodded them with his weapon. "Good. Now get to work."
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