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commANDROID: COLONEL SIMON CAMPOS
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"What's the plan, Pop?"
"Do I need one?" Simon Campos discussed strategy with his son, more apt his computer's designate to mimic his boy Luther in voice and persona. "I walk in there and mess with their heads, get the necessary info I need about this Alejandro and make them forget they ever saw me."
"They do have guns."
"Which I might confiscate for my own use."
"Like you said, do you need one? I know you want to leave your old job behind you Pop. A good start is no guns. This body can survive firepower without harm, and you can use your mind rather than your former implements to kill."
"Bad is bad Luther. If it comes to violence, I don't mind doling it out. Guns just feel right to me more than say laser eyes." He did have those bad boy pupils at his disposal. "Let's start by jamming cameras inside the building and around the beach area here. Whether I can change appearance or not let's not give anyone a heads up what I currently look like and take it back to Camila Jimenez. Bad enough I was seen already."
"I can delete footage over the last two hours."
"You can do that?" He looked puzzled briefly, then impressed. "Good man! Do that to prevent Alejandro looking back in hopes of pinning down my talking with Camila. The less he knows the better. We need to protect that girl at all costs."
"On it now! We make a good team Pop."
"In the real world I'd never have put Luther in harm's way. I definitely did not want him growing up to be me. Bad enough his mother left me and took Luther with her into hiding. I can't blame her, and she did raise him well until the cancer."
"I might not be the real Luther, but I'll try my best to make you proud."
"All I can hope for. Are Julio and his three buddies still in one room?"
"Yes! In killing the cameras, I will have to rely on heat signatures, I will let you see them that way. Or X-ray depending on your mood."
"Heat is fine! My luck the x-ray would just let me see four naked men. I'll pass!"
"You didn't seem to mind when watching Camila that way."
"I paid for the breasts." Simon chuckled to himself. "All I did is eavesdrop on the bottom half."
"Feel bad now that you know her husband is dead?"
"No! As cold as it may sound a good woman is impossible to ignore."
"Do you intend on telling her that Carlos Jimenez is deceased?"
"Someday! Let's not until after I deal with this Alejandro. Like I said, putting her in harm's way at this point tips our hand. If she lost it he would wonder how she knew and beat her into telling him. That woman will not see a scratch on her or I'll rip Alejandro in half."
"You fancy her."
"Not denying that. My main concern is keeping her alive and hopefully reunite her with her parents. They can help her cope with losing her husband." At the side door to the dockside warehouse Simon looked around once for prying eyes then opened the door and quietly entered. Walking in without a care in the world he explored the interior. "Junk!"
"Weapons!"
"What's that?" Luther activated the androids x-ray vision to peer at a number of crates covered by tarp. "So, Alejandro is a gunrunner too."
"No arrest reports concerning that, but they are on his premises."
"Any names on that guest list tonight?"
"Martin Killjoy, a larger arms dealer uses Alejandro to transport guns to Cuba. It is clear he will be present to make certain they are shipped. He has two bodyguards, former Green Berets Kelly Boggs and McDermitt Kirby. Kelly is a female Ranger. Both were discharged for excessive violence among their peers. Lovers it appears!"
"Only Killjoy?"
"No! Miami Coast Guard Chief Kieron Dyer and Lieutenant Sean Pearl, both on the take."
"I don't need any heat from the police, so I'll need to be careful. Crooked cops are as unpredictable as former Green Berets. Luckily, I'm Black Ops trained, and my skillset covers a whole lot of territory."
"Tripled now! That black belt you used to have is all ninja now, Pop! This body can mimic every fighting style known to man. Perfect aim every single time no matter the armament. Invisibility comes in handy too."
"That might come in handy in about two minutes." Simon registered heat signatures moving about through a glass patrician. Only one problem with that invisibility. He had real clothing on and those were not compatible. "Scratch that! I'll handle things the faster way." He stepped right out into the open and stood with his hands in his pants pockets. Julio obviously had a sixth sense because he checked on his hearing by looking into the main storage area from the office door. A silent scramble of his troops they snuck out through a secondary door and quietly moved into surrounding Simon. Listening for clicks he knew he had three guns pointed right at him. Cool as a cucumber Simon Campos smirked. "Afternoon, Julio!"
"You are the man at the cantina."
"Good memory! That will change." He tilted his gaze to the henchmen, one by one. "Police issue Glocks. Itchy trigger fingers."
"What do you want here?" Julio drew his own pistol from the back of his jeans and simply held it up to be seen without pointing it. "This is private property."
"Then you should learn to lock a door behind you. I'm here to learn, Mister Batista."
"You know my name?"
"Just as I know Benicio, Jose, and Troy here. All I want from you boys is an ETA for Mister Gala. I hear he's... out fishing."
"Camila has a big mouth."
"Big tits too!" They all agreed with that visual, expressing hidden puckers. "Nice selection of AK's over there."
"We are no longer friends, Amigo." Knowledge of the arms meant a death warrant as ordered by Alejandro Gala to protect his interests. Now his gun was pointed at Simon.
"Never were!" Julio clicked his trigger just as his cohorts switched their aims toward Julio himself. Eyes glassy all three men were overtaken by Simon's mental suggestion. "I'd advise you to lower your weapon son. You fire on me they fire on you."
"What are you imbeciles doing?" All three spoke as one.
"We never liked you Batista. Answer the man or we fill you full of holes." That freaked Julio out. Lowering his gun, he sneered at them. Not understanding how or why he caved.
"That a boy, Julio. I'm sure the fellas here don't want to mop up your blood and acid your body. Yes, I noticed sulfuric acid drums too. And, no, I won't be taking a bath in one."
"Who are you?"
"A concerned citizen. Fill me in on what you know about Alejandro Gala that he keeps hidden."
"I know nothing!" Lie detection his heart rate skipped.
"I could rip it out of your head Julio. I'd rather you just spill it without my tampering. If you're curious why your compadres here are on my side, it's because I control them. Seeing as you're the boss here I'm guessing you know more than they do."
"Control? You are paying them off?"
"No!" He looked offended, "I wouldn't waste any amount of money on you morons. Jose? Breakdance please!" Gun sat on the concrete Jose Mendez dropped and flopped, spinning and waving his body in a seesaw effect. Troy? Pick your nose with a pinky." Done! Julio was at a loss of words. "Let's see here! Benicio stood over Jose's frolicking and took a healthy a piss on the man." Gun holstered in his jeans Benicio Franco unzipped his pants and rained down on his friend who acted as if nothing was amiss. "Now, imagine what I can make you do. That gun barrel could go up your asshole."
"ETA! Within two hours. He had a pickup thirty miles off of Cuba."
"Pickup?"
"Girls!"
"So, he's adding a few new friends to roommate with Camila."
"Si!"
"How do Pearl and Dyer... pearl diver... " He chuckled, "... fit in?"
"Pearl is in charge of a brothel. Dyer keeps the Coast Guard away."
"Let me guess, girls for guns."
"Si!"
"And Killjoy?"
"He brings more guns and grenades. Money from Gala's connections in Havana. The girls are more of a hobby to keep the police under control."
"So, the guns go out tonight on the Andromeda and they party to celebrate."
"Pretty much!"
"These new girls go out with them?"
"No! They will be transported to a training center."
"Was Camila trained there? I'll need an address, Julio."
"Si! She is very special to Mister Gala. He is quite fond of her. He allows her to work as a bartender and hides much from her."
"Fond enough to make her have sex with I'm guessing Dyer and Pearl?"
"No! Mister Killjoy. He met her one other time and wished to see her again."
"How many people are on the Andromeda besides Gala?"
"Two guards! His yacht Captain."
"What's the weight capacity on the Andromeda, Luther?"
"2000 pounds for a 490-foot yacht. That is pushing the limits."
"Okay, so! Gala, two guards, Killjoy, his two flunkies, Captain, Dyer, and Pearl. Camila! That's ten bodies guessing 1,700 pounds. Factor in the guns as another 500 that goes over the safety weight." Julio heard Simon's calculations.
"There will be a second boat for the guns. They will transfer them to a third vessel in Cuban waters."
"And how many men on this second boat?"
"Us! We await the girls and begin the loading after dark. Our boat is the Santa Pina." He could not stop talking now that fear had crept in. "Benicio will be the navigator."
"Brothel address! Recite it I'll remember it."
"3814 Coral Cove, Miami."
"How many girls are there now?"
"15! Six more once they are delivered."
"And the cops run that brothel?"
"Si! There are six instructors who train the girls."
"To be sex slaves."
"Si!"
"How long has that been going on?"
"Four years! The girls are normally disposed of when they reach the age of 25. Most are 16-19 now."
"One thing at a time. Alright, Julio!" He ordered the other three to stand next to each other as Simon played drill sergeant. "Listen up men! You will do your jobs as you always do. We never had this conversation, and you will not remember me even walking in here or what I made you do. Go back to what you were doing." In a daze they turned like mindless zombies and walked back into the office to play poker.
"You're my hero, Pop! That was bad ass, and no one was hurt."
"That comes later. Let's take a walk on the beach."
"Time to kill!"
"That comes later too."
"Yikes!"
"First things first. Let's put an end to the gunrunning. From there we save all those girls and put an end to our bad cop situation. I'll need you to pinpoint the good officers and detectives so we can deal justice without cop blood being spilled."
"On it! I won't bother you with those details until after tonight. As you said, step at a time."
"Fair enough!"
Scanning around a bit further utilizing his android's x-ray vision Simon spotted a clothing rack like at a dry cleaner. "What have we here?" Exploring the bagged clothing he realized they were all a variety of party dresses. "I'm guessing Camila gets to choose one of these to wear for Alejando tonight." He found one with a mirror like texture, sequins that looked as if fish scales. Simon knew the outfit was going to accent her curves without hiding anything. A mental suggestion to Julio he left that dress in sight for him to insist Camila wear it. Stiletto heels were on a shoe shelf beneath the clothes. Those too!
Further examination he found a makeup station and even an outdoor shower just outside another entrance. A staircase on the side of the warehouse going up Simon took the steps and opened the door. Inside were four full size beds and batch of pleasure toys lined up along the wall shelving. Industrial fans were primed on the beds for comfort. "Well, we know these four beds aren't for Julio and his buddies. A dark light effect from his android eyes he noted the beds loaded with leftover semen. "I guess the maid in on her day off."
"Scanning for DNA!"
"Don't bother! This is probably the holdover pen until the bad cops move them to that brothel. Note the chains attached to the walls. I see needles to. Easy bet they get dosed with something. We can let the FBI do the DNA dirty work and find out who is who, dead or alive."
"I thought we were going to take a walk on the beach."
"Curiosity!"
"Too bad I can't play frisbee with you like your son did when you took him to the beach in California."
"Fun times! At least I have you to keep his memory alive."
"Glad to be of service, Pop!"
"Salute!"
Simon Campos took his leave. The beach was beautiful toward sunset. From a distance he watched the Andromeda arrive and dock. Binocular vision amplified he got his first real look at Alejandro Gala. White beard
with a Captain's cap on to cover a bald spot Gala departed for the docks to ready in greeting his customers. Julio's boys refueled the Andromeda and the Santa Pina. As darkness settled in his infrared filters allowed him to monitor every move made. The girls unloaded, tied and gagged, were secreted away to avoid the evening bar crowd.
"There goes Camila." Julio collecting her. Finding a lifeguard highchair Simon disrobed and hid his clothing under it within a life preserver kit. Going stealth mode invisible he made his way back to the warehouse area. Finding Camila showering outdoors he walked right up to her to observe her beauty. "Sorry to stalk you, Camila. I can't say that it's not worth it, but I need a front row seat to see the condition of these new girls. There's no way Camila won't see them hauled up that staircase."
Just as predicted the two guards who were with Alejandro escorted them directly in front of the showering Mrs. Jimenez. Tears in her eyes at seeing them tied up and gagged on a shared leash, Camila hugged the wall of the warehouse. "Monroe Casey and Salvatore Mancini are the guards, Pop. Both mob hitmen."
"So, Alejandro dabbles with the mob too." Their conversation only in his head, "He's all over the chessboard."
"The man who would be King. Hired crooks the rooks!"
"Something like that." He observed them guiding the girls upstairs. Car lights turning to drive toward Simon and Camila, all that the car could see was Camila like a deer in... well, headlights. The light bending around Simon he was safe from being caught. Not that he couldn't easily escape or simply make them forget. "Only two men in the car. This must be Dyer and Pearl."
"Correct!"
Parked and lights off both men in their 40's stepped out. Pearl walked up to Camila motioning her to him out of range of her waterfall and pinned her against the outer wall, choking her. "You're mine tonight, Bitch. You better treat me like God."
"I will."
"Finish getting ready." Sucking on a nipple first he stepped away to avoid the shower. "Let's head up then get this party started Dyer Wolf!" Kieron chuckled and led the way upstairs. Sobbing under her shower Camila spoke in Spanish wishing she were dead. "I do this for you Carlos. Forgive me!"
Simon stared at her perfect backside. "Free by morning Camila. You and Carlos have my word." Leaving her Simon checked out the transport of gun coffins and spotted Alejandro at the outdoor bar talking to three individuals. "Killjoy and his hired goons, Pop."
"I figured as much. Let's stow away on the Andromeda and wait on departure. We can deal with the girls after I weigh a few anchors and make certain Camila is safe." A sprint to catch up with the gun totes his weight on the dock matched theirs without notice. Ten feet behind Troy and Jose, he watched them board the Santa Pina and stash the AK-47's and ammo below deck. While they headed back for a second trip Simon moved onward around them to the Andromeda and up the yacht's gangplank. On board in silence, he noted the thinly built ship's captain by himself. Carl Kinkaid relaxed in a lounge chair taking a short nap while he could. "Long hours! It's easy to see that he's exhausted." Leaving him to rest Campos checked out the luxury. The cabin below was definitely decked out for a Casanova, Alejandro lived in style. Its sleeping arrangements alone the bed was a four-pillar designed for bondage flair and adorned with the finest thread count linen you could buy. Full bar! 80' TV with satellite capability. Even a toy cabinet as much as a gun case should piracy require a quick defense stood fully stocked.
"Yep! Home sweet home by dawn. Ahoy, Captain Campos!"
"Does that make me the first mate?"
"That you are son. That you are."
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