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Marconi hadn’t come to where he was in life by waiting for opportunities to present themselves. He created opportunities. He invented them. And that was what he was doing at this exact moment in time; inventing an opportunity. He was poisoning the well of one of the so-called incorruptible politicians in the area. Well, time would tell how incorruptible he was when the kidneys of his only son would fail in a week’s time. Marconi, of course, already knew what would happen; the politician would come crawling on his arms and knees, crying and begging for Marconi to let Cody heal his son.
    And heal him Cody would.
    After the politician had pledged eternal loyalty to Marconi.
    “Yes,” Marconi barked into his phone. He was on his way back to camp. The operation had been successful; the well had been poisoned. They had run into a few hurdles though. The initial plan had been to poison the well of the politician’s household, but the home had turned out to be too heavily guarded. Instead Marconi had been thinking on his feet, his trademark skill, and he had decided to poison the well of the local kindergarten instead. It was actually a better plan. It would look less suspicious if some random kids died in the process - when it didn’t look like it was a targeted attack on the politician’s family. Marconi would get one of his staff to go through the name list of the kindergarten. Maybe there were other kids with powerful parents there? Marconi could quite possibly just have hit the jackpot.
    “What the hell are you saying? He’s escaped? You get him back, you hear me. You get him back, or you’re dead.” Marconi rang off. Unbelievable. This was how his hospitality and generosity were repaid. Some guy with a teenage kid and a girlfriend had shown up in camp earlier in the day, with a letter from Marconi stating they had been granted free passage to his camp. Marconi vaguely remembered having given Dr Martin Drecker a letter the year before, but he hadn’t actually expected that someone would ever show up. Nobody would be stupid enough to drive straight into a cartel-operated drug camp, would they? Nobody would be naive enough to believe the word of a drug lord. Well, obviously someone was. And now they had escaped with Marconi’s biggest asset, Cody. Marconi was looking forward to finding the fuckers. He was looking forward to giving his old tools a good workout.
    It felt like it had been ages since he had completed a decent torture.
     
    “Keep up damn it, keep up.” Adam yelled to the others. He had managed to take out three guards when they fled the camp, and they probably had a good forty minutes head start. But that wasn’t much when they were moving by foot and the cartel members had cars and motor bikes at their disposal. He could already hear the sound of roaring engines from the valley below. Adam stuck his head up and peered down at the big oval that constituted the centre of the drug operation just as three cars came racing into the camp. The cars skidded to a halt just in front of a small row of sheds. “Strange,” Adam said. “Three cars just drove into camp, not out.”
    “Marconi is back,” Cody said with a sombre voice. He knew what it meant. Marconi would never give up until he got Cody back. The only positive was that he most likely wouldn’t be too hard on Cody’s dad. Marconi was a chess player. He knew he would never get Cody to cooperate again if he ever hurt his dad too badly. So he would most likely just slap him around a bit. Nothing too serious. To be honest Cody felt that his dad deserved at least some punishment for having suggested what he had. “We will never be able to make it. Marconi won’t stop until he gets me back,” Cody said.
    “We will make it. Just try to keep up,” Adam replied.
    Cody shook his head. “This is where it ends for me. Marconi needs me alive. Give me a machine gun and I will hold the position long enough for you to get away.”
    “You’re blind