Ulysses and the Sanchez Cartel

Backstory

“Ok, everyone duck. In about sixty seconds, the bullets are gonna fly!” Boomer’s loud voice rang out inside the clubhouse.

The men and the few women, all crouched low.

Outside of the clubhouse, Todd halted when he saw something strange on the largest side wall at the front of the building. He grimaced and looked perplexed for a full minute, then all the color drained from his face.

Up there shining from a camera sitting on the ground, was him and Stella Sanchas...in all their nude glory. Todd slowly looked over at Ricco, Stella’s husband.

The man glared at him as his face looked completely red and his eyes were full of murderous rage. “Todd, you son of a whore! You and my Stella?” he shouted. “You are fucking dead!” He raised his hand and circled it. “Kill them all!” He pointed at Todd’s vehicles.

Gunshots rang out from both sides as each army shot at the other.

Metallic pings hit everywhere. Men screamed and still the firing went on.

Blood started to pool along the ground as men fell.

The tires all deflated on the vehicles as hissing could be heard from radiators in the cars as hot antifreeze leaked out everywhere.

More screams, yells and shouts.

Inside the clubhouse, everyone covered their ears while lying on the floor. The sounds were deafening.

Finally, the shooting died off and smoke drifted everywhere.

“Stay down yet!” Boomer ordered then he motioned to his son Spider.

Spider slowly rose up just enough to peek through the bottom of the rifle notch on the plywood covering the window. Looking back and forth he stared.

“What do you see?” Tracker asked him in a whisper..

“No one is moving. Plus, Todd looks like...well... um...Swiss cheese?”

“Anyone alive?” Boomer asked.

Crank had now peeked through the plywood above him. “Yes, there’s a few covered in paint.”

More of the men took spots by plywood and were also looking.

“Well shit, paintball booby traps?” Crank asked.

“Yes! It worked,” Boomer said as he was peeking through his own spot. “So while some were shooting, Ricco had men who were going to try to get in here at the same time.”

“So, that means...” Bouncer looked over at his brother.

Boomer nodded. “He had planned this doublecross already.”

“You mean before we showed the photo?” Mollie asked while looking shocked.

“Yep,” Crank replied. “Sounds about right.”

“Wait a minute!” Jep called from his laptop. “There’s five vehicles heading down the mountain road. They just hit the three-thousand-foot marker.”

“Damn,” Boomer swore. “Does anyone see Ricco’s body out there?”

“No, and I bet you won’t find it,” Trudy’s voice came from somewhere in the room.

Everyone looked over at Jep and his laptop.

He nodded and pointed at it.

Trudy’s voice went on, “You also will not find Todd’s two other sons. They have double crossed him and are now part of Ricco’s crew. I’m sending Jep the SAT video of them now.”

An image showed up on the screen of some vehicles including the SUV Ricco had been in. They were parking at a gas station in town below Lookout Mountain.

Everyone in the room stared at the three men standing there as they shook hands. It was Ricco and Cranks’ two brothers. They were all smiling.

Crank and Bouncer looked at each other.

“Well, I sure as shit didn’t see that coming,” Crank said.