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Author: Willy Tamarack
Title: The Chronicles of Willy Tamarack - To Die For
Part: 30 of 30
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Keywords: (no sex)
Language: English


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   !!!!!  ATTENTION !!!!!

   Before we get going here, several notes.  The following is a sex story.
A stroke story.  A porno story.  The content is unsuitable for youngsters
and some adults may find it objectionable.  I've ensured my material is
properly coded and registered.  Adults, who have custodial responsibility
for young minds, must ensure this smut doesn't fall into their children's
hands.  To charge the government with that responsibility.  Wow !  Don't
get me started.

   All my stories are total fantasy.  They are fiction, made up.  MSU (made
shit up).  I started this effort in several forms before deciding on "The
Chronicles" for a direction.  And...Yes !  This is it.  The final part or
section.  The last three chapters.  The end.  Willy Tamarack will not rise
from the dead again.  Nor will this story line.  Rest in peace, Willy
Tamarack.

   And while the plot and subplots of the following tale stem from the
author's fertile imagination...The characters...Well, the characters are
also total fantasy.  They don't exist, never have and never will.  Any
public figures mentioned are for background and time line purposes only.

   Remember now...Sex should be fun !  As always e-mail your comments to
the usual.

   The Chronicles of

   Willy Tamarack

   To Die For

   (no sex)

   by

   Willy Tamarack

   With thanks to the founding fathers and the U.S.  Constitution

   Chapter Eighty-eight

   The "Viper" was moving slowly in calm waters.  The raft, we made out of
amunition boxes, was in the water trailing the boat.  All four of us, Erin,
I, Amanda and Micky, were holding on to the raft, being pulled by the
"Viper." I gave Yachtsman a thumbs-up and cast off.  We started paddling
for the beach, about a mile away.  We were just off shore the Balboa
Peninsula and hoped to land near Ashley's house; then carry the raft to her
place and hide out until we left for the "Villa."

   We were lucky it was winter time.  The shore break was miniscule and
breaking just yards from the beach.  The four of us took the corners of the
raft and were off through the sand to Ashley's place.  About ten minutes
later we dropped the raft in Ashley's backyard and slipped into the house.
Ashley had cold cuts and bread laid out for sandwiches.  I grabbed a coke
out of the ice box.

   Everyone wanted a shower so the girls and Micky headed in that
direction. I wandered outside, out into the dunes; found a place to conceal
myself and watched.  It was just getting light when I slipped back into the
house.  If someone was watching, they were very, very good.

   I didn't wake until after two in the afternoon.  The sun was already low
on the horizon.  I spent a long time in the shower and didn't join them
downstairs until after three.  Yachtsman called about three, reporting that
he was met by the harbor patrol just inside the breakwater.  It was a
cursory inspection but he didn't recognize the inspectors and thought he
knew everyone down here.  I was sure they were Feds.

   Micky drove us to the Balboa Bay Club, where our vehicle was being kept,
and we were out of Newport Beach by seventeen-thirty.  We'd be home by ten
o'clock even if we ate at the In&Out in Linwood, outside Barstow.

   *****

   Lance followed them via SAT link.  He got a photo every eight hours. 
Culican informed him on day two that they couldn't get in touch with their
boats and feared they were sunk.  Lance could have confirmed that hours ago
but didn't.  Instead he told Culican to form a strike team, twenty or so
guys who could really fight.  Lance would transport them to and from the
fight.  He guaranteed them success.

   And yes, Lance had a special team of agents meet the "Viper" just after
it entered the harbor.  He didn't think they'd be on board but there was
always the chance Tamarack would leave his guard down after kicking the
Mexican's butts.  Lance's team of agents reported that the "Viper" was
clean and logged in and out to the Channel Islands for two weeks of
surfing. It didn't matter.  He knew Tamarack was heading back to Henderson
and Lake Las Vegas.  His weed was there.

   Lance called 'Vegas and ordered some eyeballs out to Tamarack's place at
Lake Las Vegas.  He wanted real time surveilance and an immediate call if
anyone showed up.  He emailed 'Vegas pictures of the three of them.  He was
told surveilance would begin the following evening.  Lance closed up his
laptop and started dressing.  He was going to pay a visit to Captain Minter
this afternoon, right after lunch.

   *****

   Erin was driving.  Amanda was sitting shotgun with an AK in her lap.  I
was sitting in the rear with another AK.  The panel truck was approaching
the turn off to the "Villa." We slowed almost to a stop and I jumped out
the back.  I went immediately into the brush that grew wild on each side of
our driveway.  I squatted and waited until the panel truck disappeared
around the bend of the driveway.

   I listened for a while before moving out on to the driveway and up to
the north lake shore road.  It was almost eleven and quiet.  I trotted
across the road and slipped into my favorite place of concealment.  I
called Erin.  She picked up on the first ring.

   "Looks like there might have been some people here.  Very hard to tell.
They were good, whoever they were.  Sensors are all showing normal and none
of them are missing.  Amanda says the plants are past ready to harvest. 
Won't be the best weed.  Find anything ?"

   "No, looks good out here.  I'm coming in after I walk the perimeter." I
broke the connection.

   Half an hour later I was slipping into the front door of the "Villa."
Amanda was already asleep upstairs.  Erin and I smoked a bowl before
retiring.  None of us were up until after nine.  We spent the day cleaning
our weapons, picking weed and getting stoned.

   Erin and I figured we were safe as long as we stayed hidden.  As I said
earlier; this isn't the free fire zones of Afghanistan.  We could run the
growing from here via the web and maybe sneak out to harvest every four
months or so.  I could live that way.  They'd soon tire of looking for us.
No one was going to rat us out.  We thought.  We had it all figured out but
we figured wrong.

   Didn't matter that we figured wrong though.  I was not going to run
again.  I was too old and tired of running every time they decided to fuck
with me.  I'd done them some favors.  They'd left me alone.  I figured it
was even.  Most of the carnage was with the jihadis and the cartels.  No
one was going to give a shit about them.

   *****

   It was very dark when the car slowed to a crawl.  A dark figure slipped
out of the passenger door and rolled into the sage brush that grew wild on
the side of the road.  He lay still until the sound of the car disappeared
into silence; then was up and moving quickly through the desert.  The
figure was about a mile from his target and had to find a good hiding
place. He'd been told there were sensors littered about near the target. 
He figured he was safe this far out.

   The next morning found the figure hidden in a clump of sage brush, north
of the lake side road.  He had a good view of the driveway that led to the
target and watched it all day long.  Not one vehicle turned into it.  It
was going to be cold tonight.  He was lucky to be bundled up.  After eating
some supper, he put on his night vision goggles and got used to them. 
Around eight he headed out to surveil the target.

   *****

   The alarm went off about eleven at night.  One of the sensors tripped
it. I rolled off my air mattress and headed for the stairs.  The sensor was
still lit up, indicating the target was stationary.  Probably using the
location as a base.  He was too far away to observe the house.  I slept
downstairs on the couch.  The girls remained upstairs.  The AKs were locked
and loaded, both upstairs and downstairs.  He was still there in the
morning and we debated whether I should go out and take a look.

   I lost, two to one.  If anyone went out, it would be a team effort and
at night.  The target left at nine in the morning and tripped another
sensor on the south side of the lake side road.  He stayed away from the
driveway and next lit up a sensor to the northeast of us, a good place to
view the house and stay under cover.  We had three sensors out there and he
lit them all up.  We rotated the electronic watch and tried to catch a look
at him with binoculars from the top floor, without success I might add.

   In the late afternoon he moved out of his surveilance position and moved
back to the exact location he started from.  We were convinced that was his
base of operation and immediately started planning.  Night time comes early
out here this time of year.  Erin and I left over two hours after sunset.
We headed east and moved along the rock beach toward our neighbor.  The
property had been vacant since we moved in.

   "Has he moved ?" I spoke into my mic.  Erin was also wearing a head set
with boom mic.

   Amanda answered immediately.  "Target has not moved."

   Erin and I headed north along our neighbor's property line.  The
lakeside road was silent so we crossed immediately.  I called Amanda again
and reported our position.  We were approximately a quarter mile east of
the watcher.

   Amanda was wearing a bright yellow jogging suit.  She closed and locked
the front door before starting to streach against the wall of the "Villa."
As she trotted down the driveway, she checked in with Erin and I.

   Erin and I spread about ten yards line abreast and started moving
through the desert, stopping to conceal ourselves every thirty seconds or
so.  Amanda was reporting her progress as she jogged through the desert
toward the target.

   Chapter Eighty-nine

   The watcher was surprised when he heard her foot steps crossing the
pavement.  He saw her running through the desert.  She was heading right
toward him.  He couldn't change his location as the movement would give him
away.  Suddenly she went down, like she tripped on something.  She wasn't
moving but he could hear her breathing.  She was that close.

   Before he moved a muscle, he felt the barrell of a gun press into the
middle of his back.  He froze.  A female voice from right behind him.  Very
close.  "Put your weapon down.  Now !" He pushed his weapon away from him
in the clump of sagebrush he was using as a base and hideout.  "Hands on
top of your head.  Now !" He put his hands on his head.  "There's three of
us with two AKs trained on you." Her commands were hardly above a whisper.
The girl, in the yellow jogging suit, was up off the ground and collecting
his weapon.

   "Get out of the sagebrush.  Do the math before you do something stupid."
A man's voice.  The figure crawled out of the brush and slowly got to his
feet.  He was being frisked by the girl in the yellow jogging suit.  She
took his cell phone and then stepped ten feet away.

   "He's clean.  Just the phone.  No wallet I could find.  You got any
I.D., asshole ?"

   The figure remained silent.  This is far from the cake walk he'd been
told it would be.  Somebody hit him behind the knees with something very
hard and he went to his knees.  A boot was on his back and in a flash he
was eating dirt, a mouth full.  His hands were yanked behind his back and
tied with a slip tie.  It was very tight.  His hands would be numb in a
very short while.

   The figure was yanked to his feet and prodded with the gun barrell all
the way to the house he was supposed to be watching.  A cloth bag was
pulled over his head before he was deposited into a corner of the front
room.  His legs were slip tied around the ankles.  Then just silence.  He
couldn't hear his abductors, wasn't sure he was even being watched,
wondered how they were communicating ?

   *****

   Lance Hamilton picked up his phone and said one word, "Go." He listened
for close to a minute before terminating the call.  The guy, watching
Tamarack's place, was over an hour late reporting in.  They assumed he had
been detected and possibly abducted, maybe dead !?  They were thinking
worst case, of course.

   Tamarack just sent him another "Fuck you !" He sat back and thought for
a long while.  The Mexicans were already inside the country.  They could be
here in five hours or so.  He started that ball rolling.

   In Newport Beach, Mike Minter had been polite but told him to come back
with a warrant.  He even requested one of Lance's government business
cards. Lance didn't exactly have one of those that he wanted to give to
Mister Minter.  Minter also informed Lance that he was passing his name on
to his personal lawyer.  He was a decorated air force officer who had a
spotless record.  Minter wasn't going to give up anything.  Lance left
Newport Beach kind of pissed off.  He wondered if "Snake" Edwards had been
in conctact with Tamarack ?

   Lance called "Snake." "You talk with Tamarack lately ?"

   Eddie Carnelli, aka "Snake" Edwards, was surprised by the call.  It had
been close to two weeks since he last talked with secret agent Lance
Hamilton.  He was now pretty sure the guy was going to tell him Tamarack
was still among the living.

   "Nah.  I was hopping you were going to tell me he was sleeping with the
fishes.  Still having a hard time nailing him down ?" "Snake" was starting
to worry.  He was in way too deep.  Snake knew how Tamarack played the game
and didn't want to get caught ratting him out.  Especially now that
Tamarack wasn't disappeared.  He'd have to call Carlos, maybe have him go
out and take a look around ?

   "Nah...He's at his place.  You might be able to watch the fireworks from
your place ?" Lance told him.  "Just wanted to know if you were in touch. I
might come by to watch with you.  Okay with you, Snake ?"

   "Yea sure, Lance.  My new, best buddy." Snake Edwards terminated this
call and immediately called Carlos.

   "Carlos, want you out here for a couple of days and nights.  You hear
anything on the street about a big influx of hitters ?  New guys.  All
speaking Spanish.  Ask around and then get your ass out here." Snake
terminated the call and poured himself a drink.

   Carlos Santiago rushed downstairs, started his 'Vette and motored out of
the underground garage under a very popular hotel/casino.  The "Strip" was
busy but it was always busy.  He eventually got on to I-15 south and was on
his way to Lake Las Vegas.....

   .....A hundred and fifty miles southwest of Las Vegas, two moving vans
full of armed cartel members were motoring though Barstow on the way to
terminate Willy Tamarack.  They'd be there in plenty of time.  The attack
was timed for midnight.  The men were sleeping as they rolled north on
I-15.....

   .....Carlos arrived at the "Hacienda" in under an hour.  Who knew when
Lance might arrive ?  Snake asked as soon as he entered his office.  And
Carlos swore he hadn't heard from Tamarack since the night Tamarack
informed him the Mexicans were after them, two, three weeks ago.

   "Lance told me there'd be some fireworks out at his place tonight.  What
do you think his chances are ?" Snake asked Carlos.

   "Who ?  Lance or Tamarack ?  I've been out there.  He's going to kill a
lot of guys before they kill him.  I guarantee that, boss.  This Fed might
not be too pleased when the fireworks start going off !?" Carlos answered
him.

   "Snake" Edwards looked out across the lake in the direction of
Tamarack's place.  It was totally blacked out, a dark hole in a black
night. "Snake" had no chance of seeing anything at all from this distance.
He poured himself another drink and they waited.

   *****

   The three of us were waiting for them to call.  Eventually they would.
It was a waiting game.  We were sure that our watcher had missed reporting
in.  He was still zip tied over in the corner.  No sense trying to
interrogate him.  We were sure he knew nothing other than to report in at
certain times or when he saw activity.

   I was smoking a bowl when a phone rang.  It was one of our untraceable
phones.  The one that I used to communicate with "Snake."

   "Well, that kind of settles it.  Doesn't it ?" I told the girls before I
answered the phone.  I pressed talk.

   "Yea."

   "Willy, it's Carlos.  Haven't heard from you.  Thought I saw a light out
there earlier.  How's the crop coming ?" Carlos Santiago spoke from the
"Hacienda." "Snake" and Lance Hamilton were there with him.  They were
watching and listening on some contraption that Lance brought with him.

   I paused a moment before answering.  "Yo !  Carlos, que passa ?" It was
a signal between us and I knew it put Carlos on the spot.  I was sure he
was with "Snake" and possibly Lance Hamilton.  He had to choose.  If he
answered in Spanish, everything was cool.  If he answered in English, the
shit was about to hit the fan.

   "The Buffalo Red is going like crazy, buddy.  Can't keep it in stock. 
Was wondering when I can get more ?" Carlos spoke English.

   "That sounds good, amigo.  Next couple of days ought to be no problem."
I closed the connection and looked over at Erin.  There was no Buffalo Red.
Red equals danger !  "Tonight's the night.  They're over at Snake's getting
ready to watch the fire works.  Maybe the special guys will be coming from
there ?  Amanda slip out and arm the mines." We had a small amount of C4
buried under piles of stones in a couple of locations, more for the shock
value.  Amanda had already disappeared down the stairs.

   "Erin head down stairs, open the escape route and bring back some more
ammo.  Let's get the vests on, too." I climbed to the upper level and put
on some night vision goggles.  I then climbed to the look-out perch and
easily followed Amanda as she hooked up the mines to some old cell phones
we had lying around.  I wondered how much time we had ?

   We gathered on the second level and checked the AKs one last time.  We
both had two.  Amanda was going to spot and then cover our escape.  Simple
plan.  We had a hideout set up over a mile away.  A long paddle board was
hidden nearby in a reed infested area of the lake.  It was far from perfect
but then what plan isn't once the shit hits the fan !?

   *****

   The guys in rubber suits, with the machine guns slung over their
shoulders, were carrying the rubber raft down the lawn of the "Hacienda"
toward the mirror like surface of Lake Las Vegas.  The raft was in the
water and they were pushing off.  There were four of them.  All Spanish
speaking.  These were the squad leaders for the assualt on the "Villa."

   "Snake" watched them from the knol of the lawn.  He was all in now. 
Carlos was with him.  It was getting cold outside.  "Twenty-four, Carlos,
Tamarack doesn't stand a chance.  He's toast and our Mister Hamilton is the
toaster.  We're good here, Carlos, believe me."

   Carlos watched the guys in the rubber suits paddling away from the
beach. He'd put up a lot of good money betting that less than half of them
would live through tonight.  "Snake" was on the wrong side of the bet
tonight.

   This asshole, Hamilton, was on the phone again.  Carlos was confident
this spy was going to get the surprise of his life later.  He remembered
the look on the face of the Mexican, Tamarack assasinated at the cafe.  He
was sure he was going to see the same look on this asshole's face some time
tonight.

   Lance was telling the moving vans to move into position.  They were
presently parked near the casino.  The men inside were locked and loaded.
They were anxious.  Several of them had friends and relatives who were on
the fishing boats that tried to catch this gringo.  They wanted revenge. 
They wanted Tamarack !

   "Snake" was drinking a lot of Jack.  He was drunk.  Carlos knew his boss
held a special respect for Willy Tamarack.  Willy would not be detered from
evening the score.  And "Snake" ratted him out.  Carlos was not happy with
that decision and "Snake" knew that.  "Snake" was also unsure how tight
Carlos and Tamarack had become.  Carlos was proud to have struck back at
"Snake" even though "Snake" would never know.  He was saying a lot of
rosaries', hopping Tamarack and the girls kicked some serious butt.

   Chapter Ninety

   The men in the rubber suits beached the raft about a mile to the west of
the target.  It was dark out with no moon.  After securing the raft they
headed north until intersecting the lakeshore road.  They headed east and
easily picked up the two moving vans parked by the side of the road.

   In just minutes they were ready to go and all four squads headed out at
double time.  Two squads headed down the driveway.  The other two squads
proceeded east until they entered the property from near the neighbor's
house.  The four squads were communicating through their leaders.  All four
teams were in position and it was just eleven forty-five.

   The leaders checked in with Lance back at the "Hacienda." Lance dialed
the watcher's phone number.  It rang several times before it was answered
by a young girl.

   "Oh !  Baby...You got to come get me, honey.  I'll do that special thing
with you, honey.  Whenever you want.  And your friends too, baby.  Come on,
come get me." Lance tried several times to break in but the teenage voice
just kept on talking until Lance finally hung up.

   He called the strike team back and told them "Go !"

   *****

   The men coming down the driveway set off quite a few sensors.  Amanda
called a talley-ho just a few minutes after they set off the first sensor.
They were congregating very close to where we would like them to set up. 
Another set of sensors lit up just then on the eastern edge of the
property. Another team, for sure.  Amanda couldn't get a talley-ho on the
second team.

   "They're just standing there, Willy.  Like they're waiting.  That other
team is a quarter mile away.  Time to hit 'em." Amanda spoke from the
observation post upstairs.  Erin and I were in the stairwell to the cellar.
We'd cut out some slit firing positions and would be protected from return
fire by the foundation.

   "Lights are coming on in three, two, one, now." I called to the team. 
Erin was sighting on the men on the driveway about a hundred yards away. 
The explosion came next and threw a small hill of rocks and dirt into the
air about twenty yards behind the team on the driveway.  They rushed toward
the house and we started firing.  Two AKs on full auto.  I was into
magazine three.  Those not down were crawling back to cover west of the
driveway.

   "I count thirteen down, Willy.  No sign of team two but team one will
definitly not be making another assault.  I'm on my way down." Amanda
climbed down from her perch and headed for the spiral stairs.  Down she
went.  Erin and Willy were loading magazines.  There was sporadic firing
from the driveway area.

   Amanda slid by them and called from the basement, "See you guys
outside." She rushed to the end of the hall and climbed into the four foot
pipe that lead to the escape hatch.

   *****

   "Snake" and Hamilton were talking over by "Snake's" desk.  Carlos called
out to them from the floor to ceiling windows.  "The lights just came on at
Tamarack's !" "Snake" and Lance rushed to the windows.  There was a bright
explosion across the lake and you could see tracers filling the air from
the house north toward the lakeside road.

   Lance was dialing a phone.  The tracers were still lighting up the sky.
Now there was some firing into the house from the east.  Then another burst
from the house this time toward the east.  The firing into the house from
the east intensified.  In just a few moments the firing from the house
stopped altogether.

   "Yea, what have you got ?" Lance spoke into the phone.  A moment later.
"Fuck !  Burn the fucker down !  Kill'em all.  I don't care.  Just do it."

   Carlos smiled.  He knew Tamarack just kicked the shit out of his
mercenaries.  "Snake" looked sick but was pouring more whiskey.  Lance
Hamilton looked shocked, the phone hanging down by his thigh.

   "The fucker had explosives.  Wiped out a whole team but they're kicking
his ass now.  Be all finished and moped up by sunrise.  Pour me another,
Snake !" Lance called out.  He was horrified at the carnage reported.  They
weren't even into the house yet and there were fourteen either dead or
wounded.  God !  How would he explain this to HQ !?

   *****

   Amanda pushed the garbage can lid aside and pulled herself out into the
fresh air.  She kept to her stomach and crawled toward her first point of
concealment.  She could hear automatic gun fire behind her.  The attackers
were spraying the "Villa" with lead.  She was there and immediately secured
her weapon.  It looked a lot like that old six shooter of "Scooter's." It
was locked and loaded.

   She heard them before she saw them moving through the desert brush. 
Amanda froze.  One of them fell near the escape hole.  The three men were
around the hole now and shining a light into it.  Before Amanda could alert
Willy or Erin, the figures started dropping hand grenades down into the
escape tunnel.  Amanda buried her face in her arms and felt the explosions
going off underground.

   *****

   Erin was in front of me, moving for the escape tunnel.  The firing
upstairs was getting heavier and closer.  We'd killed a lot of them.  They
were pissed and would be down here in just a few short minutes.

   Erin looked back at me one last time before jumping into the tunnel and
starting to crawl.  I looked around one last time and then followed her
into the tunnel.  We hadn't gone very far when I heard the grenades drop
into the tunnel.  I don't believe I said a thing before there was a very
loud explosion in the tunnel and I don't remember anything.....

   .....I was out in the hallway, on my back, looking at the ceiling.  I
rolled to my belly but couldn't lift myself up.  She was dead, lying in a
heap, half out of the tunnel.  My ears were still ringing.  I looked up at
the stairs and found them being lowered.  I could just get my hand into my
jacket pocket.  The phone was there and I flipped it open.  It was dialing.

   Legs were coming down the stairs.  Two sets, now three sets of legs. 
They were Mexicans.  Another set was coming down.  He was wearing what
looked like a wet suit.  I aimed for him and began hosing.  The AK jumped
in my hand and then the C4 went off.  Flames exploded up the walls in the
hallway.  All of them were shooting in our direction.

   "Hail Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with thee.  Blessed art thou
among women....." My last thoughts.

   RIP

   Willy and Erin Tamarack

   Postscript

   Amanda Fisher retreated when the men by the escape tunnel rushed to the
front of the house.  Three flashes of fire rose up through the escape hatch
and then she heard the C4 go off.  There was a lot of yelling and
screaming. She lay in the first concealment area and rested.  Ten minutes
later she moved.

   She paused at another hidout/way station, to collect her suitcase, on
her way to the paddle board.  She wanted to be far away from here and she
knew where her escape route began.  The water was calm and there was no
moon at all.  She pushed off and lay flat on the board.  Her suitcase lay
between her legs.  She steered directly toward the far shore.  There would
be lots of police and others around the house shortly.  It had been a
masacare.  She wished they got out but they didn't.  She made it.  She
would make it.  She could feel Willy's karma flowing through her.

   She dragged an arm to turn to the west when she was more than half way
across the lake and slowly pulled the paddle board through the water. 
There were now several vehicles in the driveway and lots of flashing
lights. She could see shadows moving all around the house.  Flames were
starting to burn through the top floor roofing.  It was going to light up
the eastern part of the Las Vegas Valley for the rest of the night.

   She put the "Villa" behind her and paddled on toward the "Hacienda." It
was dark in this part of the lake.  She knew there were houses off to her
left but she couldn't see them.  There was a glow ahead of her.  Amanda
Fisher smiled as she pulled the paddle board west.  She could see the
lights around the pool were still on.  Someone was downstairs.  It was lit
up.

   Amanda dragged an arm in the water.  The board turned toward shore.  Two
deep paddles, pushing the water behind her.  She coasted.  And then came to
an abrupt halt as the board ran up on the shore.  She crawled off the
board. She was soaked.  She opened her suitcase and started to strip. 
There was lots of cash and weed and some dry jeans and a sweat shirt in the
suitcase.  There was a passport in her name in the pocket and a Nevada
Driver's license.  She kept her wet sneakers on and used a dry towel on
Scooter's gun.  She checked the load one last time and then closed up the
suitcase.

   Suitcase in hand, she rose and started up toward the pool.  The speed
boat was tied up at the dock and a rubber raft was dragged up on to the
shore over by the dock.  Amanda slowed her pace and studied her
surroundings.  She could see figures downstairs, gathered around the bar.

   She kept walking and stopped about twenty feet from the door.  There
were four of them and several women, young, teenagers.  The girls were
smoking weed, probably Willy's.  The men were drinking.  Amanda imagined
the toasting was over.

   The guy in the rubber suit was going first.  She didn't think Carlos was
a threat and Snake would be drunk by now.  That left the spy fucker.  He
was going to die a painful death.  Amanda smiled and then pushed the door
open.

   As they were turning to see who it was, the six gun was coming up and
going off.  The guy in the rubber suit collapased at the near end of the
bar; his head exploded like a pumkin, blood and guts blown all over the
wall behind the bar.  The girls screamed and then whimpered to noting.

   "Good evening, gentlemen.  No quick moves now." Amanda called to them
from the doorway.  The suitcase was at her feet and she had a two hand grip
trained on them.  "Step away, Snake." Snake edged his way down the bar away
from Carlos and Lance Hamilton.  Amanda shot him in the chest and blew him
back against the far wall.  The teenagers were screaming again.

   "Shutup !" Amanda screamed before sending a round through the ceiling.
The whimpering started again.  "Kiss the ground, Cuban." Carlos didn't
move. "Have it your way." Amanda shot out Lance Hamilton's left knee.  He
went down, screaming loudly.  His leg was dangling by shreads of bloody
muscle and fat.

   "Don't worry.  You're spared, Carlos.  Willy told me to thank you.  A
life for a life, he said.  But I'm taking your car and Willy was hoping you
would forget to report it missing for a couple of days or so." Amanda was
over by Lance who was rolling around in pain.  "Greetings from Willy
Tamarack." The six gun went off again.  More loud screaming.

   "Did he ever identify himself as an agent of the United States
government ?  I never heard it." Amanda put the gun on the bar and took
Snake's can of lighter fluid from behind the bar.  Opened it and started
spraying.  Lance was hardly aware of anything but pain.  She took a book of
matches from the bar and off he went, all over flames.  The screaming was
bad but the smell was the worst.  Amanda stayed until the flames died out,
gun trained on Carlos and the girls.

   Amanda picked up the suitcase and moved toward the back wall, past
"Snake's" dead body.  The doorway to the hall was open.  "Adios, amigo."
She called to the room and then slammed the door shut.  She was running for
the end of the hall and the stairs.  Spiral down two levels.  Everyone took
the elevator.d It was much slower.

   The 'Vette was there.  She threw the suitcase back behind the seat and
threw the gun on the passenger seat.  Slammed the door and blast-off !  The
garage door was rising and she was feeding it more gas coming up from down
below.  It was just coming up on four-thirty in the morning.  Amanda was
accellerating through sixty in moments.  There was just darkness behind
her.

   Twenty minutes later she was cruising south on I-15.  She had the
suitcase in the front seat and it was open.  The gun was hidden from sight.
The money and the weed weren't.  There were some hard drives stashed with
the weed.  She closed the lid and zipped it up, pushing it down into the
passenger seat well.

   The joint was hand rolled with the best, he said.  It was like he knew
and maybe he did ?!  Amanda took a deep drag.  The cruise control was set
on seventy-five.  California here she comes.
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