The car approaching was a pickup truck. Big lifted Ford F150. Dust clouds formed as it approached. Marc Love had a fit of anxiety. They had left their weapons in the car. AT least he had. The only thing he hoped was that Baka was armed. The only thing was that even if Baka was armed, who knew what the men in the truck had with them. If they popped out the window holding assault rifles it was over for them. This wasn't a movie or tv show like
24
, where
Jack Bauer
could take fifty men with m4s holding only a glock18.
No. This was real life. Whoever was in that truck. How had they found them? Fuck. Had it all been his fault? For suggesting that they take this detour? the people they were doing this job for weren't nobodies. They had eyes and ears everywhere. Not only that. They had shooters everywhere. The dust cloud approached. Marc Love reached for the pistol that wasn't by his waist. He saw Baka preparing his hand. Baka knew how to move to position himself to reach for the gun... without it looking like that was what he was doing.
The two didn't say anything to each other. Looked at each other for a moment. Both understood. Whatever happened would happen.
The truck rolled to a stop about ten yards in front of them. No breaks used. The driver must've known this trail by heart. Knew when to take the foot off the gas to stop right here. The engine cut off. There were more moments of waiting. Love didn't know the last time he took a breath. Then the car door opened. That familiar sound. Everybody knew it.
A slender smooth arm appeared. Then the hair and head. "Howdy ya'll. You two here to see Denver?"
Love said yes.
"You must be Blue." she smiled. "He's told me about you. I can tell you're him."
Love was surprised. HE looked over at Baka who was looking to him. Of course Baka. was looking to him for the answers. This was supposed to be Marc's territory. Baka didn't know shit about anyone around here. First time being in this town.