New adventure pits
La Lechuza vs. Vampires in the Border Patrol
La Lechuza vs. Vampires in the Border Patrol
First ZBFbooks.com title of 2018 pits the hard fighting, hard loving Paula Belle Luna, Codename: La Lechuza, against the forces of darkness! Vampires have infiltrated the Border Patrol, and its up to Paula to stop them.
In the following excerpt, Paula has discovered the menace and wants to confirm if the malevolent beings are capturing illegal immigrants and holding them prisoner for their precious blood. She gets a ride to the Border Patrol facility just outside of San Uvalde by her arms provider, Reverend Farkas.
This book is a work of fiction. People, places, events, and situations are
the product of the author’s imagination.
Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or historical events,
is purely coincidental.
Copyright 2016, 2017, 2018 Bowie V. Ibarra and
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CHAPTER
11
LATE NIGHT INFILTRATION
“Are you going to tell me anything,
Paula?”
“Didn’t Jesus say, ‘Silence is
Golden’, padre?”
“That wasn’t Jesus.”
Paula had to reach out to Rev. Farkas
if she was going to undertake her reconnoiter on the Border Patrol. Making sure the kids were taken care of at
the house, she had picked up most of her gear.
There was enough supplies for her recon, but she needed one last
important element.
A ride.
“Why couldn’t you take your own car?”
said Rev. Farkas, shifting the steering wheel to avoid a pothole on the road.
“Because everyone knows my car. Besides, your company and blessing are
needed.” She gripped her hands together,
tilted her head, and fluttered her eyes in an insincere gesture.
“You always have my blessing, Paula,”
said Rev. Farkas patiently. He couldn’t
help but huff and shake his head with a grin as he turned onto a road just
outside of town near the Purple Sage.
“But I’m not going with you.”
“I’m just doing recon,” said Paula.
“And I just need you to pick me up in an hour… right here.”
Paula could see the Border Patrol
building in the distance and called for Rev. Farkas to stop.
“Alright. Simonize our watches to one hour,” said
Paula, prepping her timer on her teched-out googles.
“Synchronize?” said Rev. Farkas,
prepping his watch.
“Whatever,” said Paula. “On one.
In 3, 2, 1.”
Farkas and Paula started their timer
together and Paula slung her gear pouch, storing a rope and a grappling hook as
well as a few other supplies, across her shoulder. But before she stepped out, she looked to
Farkas.
“How about that blessing, padre?”
Smiling and making the sign of the
cross over Paula, Rev. Farkas gave Paula her blessing. “Lord, bless and protect your daughter and
servant, and bring her back to me in an hour.
Amen.”
Their eyes locked. A moment.
“Amen,” said Paula, stepping into the
night and running into the brush a few hundred yards from the facility.
Without her original outfit, Paula had
to improvise. She had picked a pair of
black spandex leggings with a thin green stripe running down the side of her
legs to her green Addidas wrestling high tops.
Her throwing knives were strapped around her right thigh. Her Bowie knife hung from her right hip. The spandex top she was wearing matched her
leggings, complete with green trim on the shoulders that ran down to her
wrists. Green trim also laced the
material around her generous cleavage. And if you looked hard enough, you could
see a soft belly behind the black spandex.
The lenses of her high-tech goggles were yellow and her hands were
covered with loaded SAP gloves.
Jogging through the brush, she
crouched down and snapped a pic of the facility using her goggles. Then, using the device’s projector app that
produced two screens in front of her, she opened the screen and dialed up the
coordinates of her location. It was
projected in one of the screens, then copied and pasted to a satellite imagery
app.
Even though she had resigned from the
clandestine organization she once worked for**, the tech and apps still worked
for her. And Rev. Farkas, along with
Sister Joyce, made sure to secure the apps and have access to any upgrades
without ever losing info.
As the satellite photo was being
downloaded, Paula was studying a blueprint of the main building taken from the
San Uvalde municipality database on the other open window. She twisted and turned her hand in front of
her face, manipulating the size of the image with the projector app.
That’s when a text alert blinked above
the open windows.
It was Mickey.
What
R U wearing?
“Dammit, Mickey,” whispered Paula as
she checked out the now-available satellite image. “Some other time, man.”
The image was in great resolution, and
showed not only the main office building, but the location of the warehouse,
hidden in the trees and brush a few hundred yards behind the main office. The same office from the vision. Upon closer examination, Paula noticed a
non-paved road to the warehouse was hidden in the trees. Though a few vehicles were parked around the hidden
building, there was no evidence of guard towers or people in general. No security walking around. Curiously, there were no windows on the upper
level of the warehouse. So there was no
question the main target to investigate was the warehouse.
So, staying in the shadows, Paula
crept through the trees and brush to the warehouse.
As she made her way, a deep sense of
dread began to fill her heart with fear.
She stopped, cloaked in darkness and looked around. She felt like a pair of eyes, or more, were
looking at her.
She turned on her infrared vision.
Nothing.
Night vision.
Nothing.
FLIR.
Nothing.
“Enough with the fear, Paula,” she
whispered, returning the goggles to normal vision.
Fighting through the fear, Paula
emerged from the brush, still in the cover of darkness, near the building. She clicked on the ‘Camera Freeze’ app on her
goggles screen that freeze-framed security camera transmissions. She then had the goggles perform an
electronic assessment of alarms and locks.
While she let the apps do their work, she checked out the building
exterior.
Similar to the main office, this big
warehouse had no windows with the exception of one large window on the third
floor. Paula assumed there was a
matching one on the opposite side. The
building was made of cinder blocks and had two large metal doors at the front,
big enough to drive a large vehicle through.
She switched to X-Ray vision app and immediately noticed she could not
penetrate the walls with the app.
“Hmm.”
The electronic assessment of the
alarms returned, and she optioned to have them turned off. But the locks to the main door were not
electrical.
Taking another look at the aerial
shots, Paula noticed large vents and skylights on the top of the building. That was a new option.
“Glad I brought you,” said Paula, pulling
out a rope and hook from the bag.
Finding a good edge that looked strong enough to allow the hook to grip on
the flat roof, Paula spun the hook and rope before getting enough momentum to
throw it up. The hook caught hold of an
edge, and after a quick test, Paula climbed the wall.
“Let’s take a peekski,” she whispered,
walking to a skylight. The rocks that
were spread across the tar roof crunched under her boot. She looked around her, sensing she was being
watched.
Scream.
Looking down into the warehouse, the
lights were off. All she could see was
the soft glow of computer monitors stuck on a screen saver and other electrical
devices near the floor.
“I need light,” she whispered, activating
the night vision of her goggles.
Clicking it on, she peered through the skylight.
Help.
Her eyes grew wide as the night vision
app brought to light what was hidden.
Help
me.
Below, in the large warehouse, were
rows upon rows of white tables. Lying on
the tables, strapped down and set with multiple intravenous devices, were
humans. Apparently, they
were dressed in the clothes they had been caught in and set on the tables. Very clear streams of blood were passing
through the IVs. A mask was set over
their nosed and mouths in which Paula assumed was the gas that kept them under
and, perhaps, oxygen to keep them alive.
But the most fascinating aspect was
how the tables were arranged on multiple conveyer belts. The belts ran diagonally in a cycle. The setup reminded Paula of the old mills
that cycled through with buckets scooping water into the mill, spinning it. Even though this machine was not working now,
Paula assumed that’s how it ran.
They
must cycle through every day and harvest the blood, she thought. Fed
intravenously. Diabolical.
“It’s quite a setup, wouldn’t you
agree?”
The voice startled Paula, who
immediately turned and shined the light from her goggles on the source of the
voice behind her. The source of the
comment held up her hand to the bright light.
Paula could see the woman’s lips, laced in red lipstick, curve into a
smile. She knew exactly who it was. Bolts of fear shot through her body.
“Why, Deborah Robins. Taking a midnight stroll on a rooftop
tonight?” said Paula, trying to stay calm.
“You could say that,” she said. She could feel Paula’s fear.
Ms. Robins was wearing a Border Patrol
uniform. Her top was unbuttoned. Paula hated how the bitch showed off her
rack. The wind caught her jet black hair
and ruffled her straight bangs. “Just
doing my job.”
“Security, right?”
“Right,” she replied, walking to
Paula. “You’re coming with me.”
“How about ‘no’, dear,” said Paula,
unsheathing three throwing knives from her thigh strap and jetting them toward Agent
Robins. They whistled through the air
and struck true. One struck Ms. Robins’
throat. The second, in the chest, right
between her two large breasts. Third,
her stomach. They set in Ms. Robin’s
body in a line. Blood sputtered from the
points of entry, soiling her top.
Agent Robins gurgled in pain, removing
the knives and staggering. “You cunt,”
she whispered.
Paula pulled out the hook and rope
again and untied it, ready to go over the side again. “I’m the boss here, bitch. Don’t fuck with me.” Some confidence was returning.
Ms. Robins’ gurgles turned to laughter. Her throat sizzled and healed before Paula’s
eyes. Steam rose from the other wounds
as they also healed.
“No,” said Ms. Robins, dashing to
Paula at an unearthly speed. “I am the
boss!”
Not expecting the move and the speed,
and with no time to respond, Ms. Robins shoved Paula into the air. Taking flight, out of control, Paula was sent
over the edge of the building. Having
just scaled the wall, she knew exactly what was below her.
Paula’s body was on a crash course for
the hard stones and dirt on the ground below.
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