Cache Money

Chapter 7

We were driving through the back roads, to avoid traffic and any more attention than 5 heavily armed mercs with a .50 Cal would. While driving, we heard the faint sounds of sirens in the distance, and noticed behind us, through the dust and rocks flying about, the red, blue, and white lights flashing behind us. I tapped Viper on the shoulder and motioned for him to pull over. The police car pulled over behind us, and we stayed in the vehicle until he arrived, stashing our weapons and taking off our masks.

When he reached the window, the officer noticed we were white and spoke to us in English.

"Do you know why I pulled you over, sir?" His accent was surprisingly American, and he spoke with confidence.

"I have no idea, Officer." Viper looked at him and cocked his head to the right.

"Well," he pointed up, "There's the giant gun on the roof. Second, you were speeding, three, you were trespassing, and four, I have reason to believe that you are all carrying firearms in this vehicle. Do you have any that you would like to declare, sir?"

Viper looked down, and reached for his pistol before I stopped him. "Last thing we need is more attention." I whispered in his ear. "Stand down. Do as he says."

Viper looked back at the cop, taking a deep breath and speaking quickly, "We have one .50 caliber machine gun turret on the roof, we have five M16 assault rifles and 20 magazines each, we have one Desert Eagle, three Colt M1911, and one .44 magnum revolver as sidearms. I should probably mention that we are licensed to carry these weapons and we are a private security company, and were sent to guard a warehouse full of goods belonging to our employer. Is there anything else you want to know?"

"Nothing else, sir." The cop said, stepping back. "Please step out of the vehicle. All of you."

We each got out of the truck, and I felt really bad for Hawk; he had to climb out from the turret and out through the truck.

The officer lifted his radio to his mouth and spoke something obscure into it, but because it was in Japanese, none of us could understand. A few minutes later, we had several cruisers surrounding us, and before I knew it, our guns were confiscated, our truck impounded, and each of us hauled off to jail.

The only thing going through my head at that moment was: who the hell ratted us out?