I wake up when Frank puts his hand to my head, Wilma and Sally wake up when I give him a hug making him groan. The commotion we make gets a nurse to appear, she smiles then leaves again. Everyone looks over when I get out of Frank's bed Tony and a very nervous little man from DEA are standing there.
"We know who orchestrated this, he is a Mexican drug lord, a new one trying to make his mark and being very brutal about it. We haven't gotten Mexico to agree to let you in yet." The DEA agent says to me his hands trembling a little, I'm growling now.
"I don't care if Mexico will recognize me, this is personal. Mexico is welcome to clean up after, this man is however mine."
"Well that's part of the reason they are not sure if they want you. Mexico City has enough people being killed by this ghost guy you coming in and killing would make it worse."
"I will only kill those that get in my way and him."
I give Tony a kiss on my way out, not a little peck, I grab him pull him to me and press my lips to his our tongues wrestling for a second or two. Thoughts of taking him home first running through my head I make my way through the emergency room to the exit, a large number of reporters outside. I look up at the just rising sun then turn to look at the reporters all close to me staring their camera's on and pointing at me.
"It has come to my attention that the man who did this attack on Detroit's police is a new drug lord in Mexico I am going to Mexico now for a little hunting. This man is being brutal in his rise I will be more brutal in his fall. Air this in one hour, it is all the time I need."
Amid their questions on how I will reach this man and what his name is I leave. At first I restrict myself to make it easier to get out of the city, once I get to the open interstate I open up the speed. I am leaping over the still not finished fence in Arizona several seconds later in a dark sky. My first stop is Nogales for no better reason than a firefight between two groups armed with a myriad assortment of assault rifles, submachine guns, and pistols.
I lay into both sides leaping to each side between being shot up and clawing them open. I get half of each side on the ground passed out, holding themselves or dead before I start asking questions. At first no one is very forthcoming with answers, when I get it down to just a couple men they get very interested in telling me what I want to know. The first man tells me he is definitely living in Mexico City the second tells me he might actually be a high ranking member of the government.
After knocking both out I continue on through Hermosillo and Guaymas. I have to smile a little remembering the first time I had come to Mexico. We had taken a train from Los Angeles through Mexicali and eventually stopped at Guaymas where we took in a few of the sites before moving on the next day. My colleagues of course had been interested in the women available I ended up spending the night with our guide. He was a most wonderful man, luckily for me not sick with the illness that two of my fellow archeologists ended up receiving.
I let the memories of Miguel and his hands traveling all over me occupy my mind as I run on. The way he would speak to me in English and Spanish that I was still learning when I first took him to my bed. Mostly though, I remember his cock as it moved in me, the heights of passion I reached. The feel of him finishing in me was almost as good as Tony, I suppose in a way I loved Miguel. Not enough to take him up on his offer for marriage, but definitely enough to allow him in my bed and myself whenever he wanted.
When I reach Mazatlan I decide to follow the railroad to Durango to reach Mexico City from a different path that may or may not have been reported. This puts me squarely on the roads however the railway meanders a bit from Durango to Mexico City. There is a road at least, not in the best of conditions though nothing worse than cracks. With no traffic besides one truck having problems going in a straight line I get to the outskirts of Mexico City in seconds, well not quite Mexico City, like Los Angeles it has expanded to swallow up the surrounding towns into one big mass of buildings.
I pause to question the street walkers on this ghost person, getting no information at first. Getting into Mexico City itself I do start to get information, though nothing quite as good as I get from a woman after I save her. It started innocently enough I spot a tired woman walking along the street. Before I reach her a man is accosting her demanding money, I come in fist first. With the man laid out on the ground she tells me the rumors on this ghost. I have to grin when she tells me she thinks the man I just cold cocked works for him.
I hoist him to my shoulder then ask for the nearest large park, I will need to not be disturbed. The woman looks a little nervous as she eyes me and the man on my shoulder she still points and gives me directions. It is a fast run, there is still little in the way of traffic to avoid. The park is really quite nice, grass and trees galore, benches here and there on a path for runners. I find a more hidden spot inside the runner paths and drop the man on the ground.
Placing a hand over his mouth I extend my index finger claw out and run it over the back of his hand, not deep just enough to get blood and a muffled scream. Once he has nodded to my finger over my lip I withdraw my hand and ask him questions. He does work for ghost he does not know where he lives, I show him my hand with claws out then ask if he is sure. He nods emphatically so I ask him where his boss is, he is not sure on that then offers to call him and get him to come to where I want.
I let him up then watch as he pulls out a cell phone and places a call, he talks to a rather irate man for a little while. I giggle when he tells his boss he found a hot little woman just aching for a good group fucking. I take the phone from him and explain I wouldn't mind just him if he can provide a lot more men later. He sounds very eager when I describe myself along with an agreeing word from my hostage. He hangs up when I tell him to go to the park we are in I am in the bushes very horny for him and his cock.
We move to the bushes near the edge of the park on the side the boss had mentioned. My hostage looking rather nervous stands just on the road looking around when a car appears he waves it down. I have to admit it is a nicer car than you would expect from someone not that far up in a new drug lord's employ. The boss on the other hand, is not that nice, I watch in a little dismay, he is a large man oily looking with slicked back hair. Very glad I'm not getting under him I call to him then fade back in the bushes as he crashes through.
He screeches like a girl when I jump on him spilling him backwards onto the ground. The conversation is short at first, he tries to put on a brave face saying his men will be here any second and I will be full of holes. I open his arm with one hand holding him down with the other letting his screams fill the air. I ask him again if he knows where ghost lives. His brave face not so brave he denies knowing and refuses to help me find him. His screams fill the air again when I open his other arm, I ask where ghost is with my bloody hand hovering over his distended and trembling belly.
Bubbling and crying like a little girl that has lost her teddy he admits to not knowing he only knows of his boss. The address for his boss is on his cell phone, this I get after poking into the skin of his belly, said cell phone is in his car. I stand up to get his cell phone until he starts threatening my hostage with reprisals, thinking better of leaving this one alive I tear his throat open. He makes noises until I reach his car, my hostage looking very nervous.
I turn and look at him then tell him to go on and stay law abiding, he swears he will then runs away. Picking up the cell phone I find it is a brand new one with all the neat little options. I get the address then get directions on how to get there from where I am. I am impressed when I notice it half keeps up with me, I have to stop at the turns for half a second before it updates to my current. When I get near the house I move into hiding there are camera's and guards.
While I stay low and move closer I have time to ponder why there was no shouting or police cars going to the park. At the wall of the house I decide that the park must be used for killings during the night. Peeking over the wall I see two guards, both carrying submachine guns. One guard is on the grounds itself the other is on a terrace with moving camera's at the corners of the grounds. With a plan in mind I move around the outside of the compound jump up on the wall and hold the camera looking at the gate until it grinds and snaps.
The guard on the grounds comes over a few seconds later to take a look at the camera. He walks over his gun held up in both hands talking to someone on a radio sounding very nervous. I have to stifle a giggle when he refuses to climb up the pole the camera is mounted on. When he turns to head back to the front of the house I come over the wall and rip his throat open. It's hard to not do lots of damage with four big sharp claws.
I leave him there gurgling and trying to not die as I head to the edge of the wall. I pause a moment to wonder why the terrace above does not extend around the side of the house then realize the alley is straight, would be simple to shoot someone at long range from there. I move on to whether or not I should stay quiet when the matter is solved for me, the front door opens and stays open as a man walks toward me. I crouch low and wait for him to come around the corner glad the grounds are not expansive.
When he comes round the corner clad in of all things a nightgown I charge him with a roar. Screw being quiet I'm taking down a drug lord after all, claws flying I run him over blood spraying all over. I am inside the house before he has hit the ground where I pause to giggle he was wearing a pink and white striped nightgown. I go through the ground floor, nice kitchen, a small bathroom, a very big living room and a bedroom for the security I suppose one regular bed and bunk beds. Upstairs proves more interesting, the last security guard is standing in front of a door.
