looking at the wrong person could get you killed. This wasn’t the old Wild West – it was much worse. Human lives were worth next to nothing in Mexico. And everyone carried a gun.
The drug cartels mostly killed for business. Sometimes they killed for mere entertainment though; for the thrill of it, to pass time.
For the Mexican drug lords nothing was sacred.
Nothing but Cody.
Dr Drecker and Cody had never been prepared for being on the run, not like Adam and Cameron. They were amateur-fugitives. A paltry twenty-seven days after splitting from Adam, Nina and Cameron they had been captured by a local drug lord whilst driving through a small village in the southern part of the country. They had been thrown into a tiny dungeon while the local drug lord’s minions had started to make enquiries into how much ransom the Americans would be good for. The enquiries had come up short though. A couple of simple searches had revealed that the hostages were worthless - they were both officially dead.
You can’t very well demand ransom for dead people, one of the minions had explained to the drug lord’s right-hand man, Alejandro Vasques, as he asked for permission to dispose of the two Americans. The men were bored, and needed some shooting practise. Preferably moving targets, he had said.
But the fact that they had just captured two persons who were officially recorded as deceased in the US, had piqued Alejandro Vasques’ interest. He had called up his boss, Manfred Marconi, and told him that he would be bringing in someone special later that evening.
Manfred Marconi wasn’t exactly your average kind of drug lord. He was a drug lord with style, a drug lord with flair and class. He had always stayed away from the heavier drugs; focused on marijuana, hashish and psychedelics. His market was Mexico - domestic. He didn’t care about smuggling to the US, and he didn’t meddle in the other cartels’ high-profit-margin business of heroin and cocaine. Marconi was a small-time operator. A small-time operator with extensive power. And he preferred to remain that way. He preferred to stay small and alive, rather than big and soon-to-be-dead.
When Marconi heard about the two ‘officially deceased’ Americans, he had made his first personal visit to his extremely profitable kidnap-foreigners-and-demand-outrageous-ransom business in two years. He had personally interrogated Cody and Dr Drecker in their cells. Interrogation was not an accurate description of their talks though. Torture was a more appropriate term. It had been a most rewarding experience. For Marconi. He had learnt about Cody’s special powers.
Powers he was now dependent on.
Manoeuvring the narrow mountain roads required full concentration. It also required skills. Cameron was therefore the obvious choice as designated driver. Adam was certain she could have enjoyed a career as a professional rally car driver if she had ever wanted to. The fact that both the CIA and MKULTRA were looking for her sort of ruled out that career option though. “We shouldn’t be too far away now,” Cameron said as she threw the car around a corner. Nina was squirming in the back seat. Adam was half asleep in the front passenger seat. He trusted his daughter one hundred percent. Sometimes he wondered if he trusted her too much.
“It’s been over a year since we’ve had any contact with them. They can have moved on. What do we do then? If they are not there to protect us?” Nina asked.
Adam opened half an eye before answering. “I’m sure they are still there. They lasted for less than a month on their own. I reckon they’ll stay with Marconi for the rest of their lives if they can. It’s the only place Drecker would feel safe. And that’s the reason we have to warn them. This change in laws for psychedelics; It’s all a ploy to search for Cody inside Mexico.”
“How do you know that?”
“Trust me. You’ve seen how MKULTRA has built up the story over the
The drug cartels mostly killed for business. Sometimes they killed for mere entertainment though; for the thrill of it, to pass time.
For the Mexican drug lords nothing was sacred.
Nothing but Cody.
Dr Drecker and Cody had never been prepared for being on the run, not like Adam and Cameron. They were amateur-fugitives. A paltry twenty-seven days after splitting from Adam, Nina and Cameron they had been captured by a local drug lord whilst driving through a small village in the southern part of the country. They had been thrown into a tiny dungeon while the local drug lord’s minions had started to make enquiries into how much ransom the Americans would be good for. The enquiries had come up short though. A couple of simple searches had revealed that the hostages were worthless - they were both officially dead.
You can’t very well demand ransom for dead people, one of the minions had explained to the drug lord’s right-hand man, Alejandro Vasques, as he asked for permission to dispose of the two Americans. The men were bored, and needed some shooting practise. Preferably moving targets, he had said.
But the fact that they had just captured two persons who were officially recorded as deceased in the US, had piqued Alejandro Vasques’ interest. He had called up his boss, Manfred Marconi, and told him that he would be bringing in someone special later that evening.
Manfred Marconi wasn’t exactly your average kind of drug lord. He was a drug lord with style, a drug lord with flair and class. He had always stayed away from the heavier drugs; focused on marijuana, hashish and psychedelics. His market was Mexico - domestic. He didn’t care about smuggling to the US, and he didn’t meddle in the other cartels’ high-profit-margin business of heroin and cocaine. Marconi was a small-time operator. A small-time operator with extensive power. And he preferred to remain that way. He preferred to stay small and alive, rather than big and soon-to-be-dead.
When Marconi heard about the two ‘officially deceased’ Americans, he had made his first personal visit to his extremely profitable kidnap-foreigners-and-demand-outrageous-ransom business in two years. He had personally interrogated Cody and Dr Drecker in their cells. Interrogation was not an accurate description of their talks though. Torture was a more appropriate term. It had been a most rewarding experience. For Marconi. He had learnt about Cody’s special powers.
Powers he was now dependent on.
Manoeuvring the narrow mountain roads required full concentration. It also required skills. Cameron was therefore the obvious choice as designated driver. Adam was certain she could have enjoyed a career as a professional rally car driver if she had ever wanted to. The fact that both the CIA and MKULTRA were looking for her sort of ruled out that career option though. “We shouldn’t be too far away now,” Cameron said as she threw the car around a corner. Nina was squirming in the back seat. Adam was half asleep in the front passenger seat. He trusted his daughter one hundred percent. Sometimes he wondered if he trusted her too much.
“It’s been over a year since we’ve had any contact with them. They can have moved on. What do we do then? If they are not there to protect us?” Nina asked.
Adam opened half an eye before answering. “I’m sure they are still there. They lasted for less than a month on their own. I reckon they’ll stay with Marconi for the rest of their lives if they can. It’s the only place Drecker would feel safe. And that’s the reason we have to warn them. This change in laws for psychedelics; It’s all a ploy to search for Cody inside Mexico.”
“How do you know that?”
“Trust me. You’ve seen how MKULTRA has built up the story over the
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