Underground Legends: The Hunt (BWWM)

Chapter 36 - Saint

Saint Botero (Male P.O.V)

October 28, 2074

After trekking toward the island center, Quinton and I discovered a structure hidden amongst the vegetation. The gray-bricked building stood one story tall with no windows and had only one visible entrance. An abundance of trees surrounded it, enabling us to scope it out from a distance.

I knew we were far enough away to avoid detection from the cameras mounted on every corner of the building, but the roaming sentries could be a problem. Every single one of them toted assault rifles making even the boldest of men think twice before stepping one inch closer.

But despite the heavy security, only two men stood guard at the entrance. And getting past them wouldn't be an easy feat.

"Do you see a way for us to enter?" I asked Quinton, speaking low enough that only he could hear.

"Yep," With his shoulder braced against the tree trunk, he checks if his safety is off. "But you're not going to like it."

Aw, shit.

Knowing Quinton, he probably had a half-assed plan that would lead to us going out in blazing glory. But still, it was better than having no plan at all. Time was ticking. And the longer we stood here increased the odds of being discovered.

"What is it?" I inhaled deeply, trying to prepare myself for whatever he would say, but it was useless.

"We go straight through the front door." He said with the straightest face as if the answer was obvious.

What?!

I stared at him as if two heads suddenly sprouted from his neck, but he never once looked my way as he kept an eye out for anyone approaching.

There was no way of knowing if guards were waiting on the other side. Let alone how many. It would be a suicide mission.

"Nah, I'd rather not die today."

"If you have another way, I'm listening."

"I got nothi..." My voice trailed off upon seeing a group of men approaching the entrance. "Look, look."

"Who are they?"

"No idea." I softly replied, my eyes never leaving the seventeen men. In particular, the seven in the middle. All of them were in their mid to late forties and of a different race. Their custom-fitted suits, expensive shoes, and fancy watches made them stand out like a sore thumb in this tropical setting. Especially next to the men dressed more casually in cargo pants and white t-shirts.

Bits and pieces of their overlapping chatter floated over to us, but I struggled to understand it. Once they reached the doors, the guards allowed them entry with no questions asked.

Just as the door slammed closed behind them, the walkie-talkie attached to the nearest guard's belt crackled.

An unfamiliar baritone voice blared through the speakers shortly after. "There's one more coming your way with two guards." He said.

Quinton looked over at me with the biggest grin on his face. "There's our plan."

I groaned and pinched the bridge of my nose. "You can't be serious."

"Yes, I am. We just need to intercept them."

"Fucking hell," I grumbled under my breath. "Fine, let's go."

Quinton led the way back to the makeshift path, taking care not to step on the twigs scattered on the ground. Once there, we cut through the trees in a direction parallel to it and soon came across our unsuspecting targets. We posted up behind trees keeping out of the eye line of the two guards watching over another man. He's pacing back and forth between them with his phone glued to his ears as he listens intently to whatever the person on the other end is saying.