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from Miami Vice, straight out of
the ‘80s,” I said dryly.
    “It’s
hot and my feet hurt,” Hector said.
    “Before
you start turning into a pussy, I need you to get your head in the game. This
is not a leisurely walk through the back alleys of Malibu.  This is not a
stroll in the park. Hector, we are on a hunting mission. Jorge was the one who
broke into the compound, which The Dragon knew was heavily guarded. They wanted
something so badly, they were willing to risk their lives getting it. They
almost got away with it, had I not caught them in time. He’s wounded badly, but
he’s tough. He’s gotten this far on foot.” I looked down to point at the trail
of blood on the ground. “And he’s smart enough to minimize his pain and scent.”
    The
trail stopped.  Chances are Jorge tore off part of his pants and wrapped his
kneecap wound with it to bandage it to contain the bleeding.
    I
looked around. Jorge was close.
    We
were still in the alleyway, but closer to the beach.  So close that in the
distance, I could see Summer’s Malibu Pad.  What a small world, I thought. What
a small world.
    Jorge,
despite his wound, had covered some distance. Now it was time to see what his
next move would be, and if I was right. It should be right about now.
    To
my left, coming down the alleyway from the direction closest to Summer’s Pad,
was a non-descript white truck. I pull Hector back from the line of sight, and
plastered ourselves against one of the walls, blocked by a few trashcans.
    The
white truck stopped half a block away from us.  And a limping figure, whom I
was sure was Jorge, limped over to the driver of the truck. He was gesturing
towards the direction of the Compound angrily, before the driver opened the
passenger side of the truck and helped Jorge in.  The truck pulled back and did
a reverse to head back in the direction it came from.
    “Come
on!” I said to Hector.  I ran fast with Hector trailing in his loafers behind
me.  What was he dressed up for anyways? He’s been to California before, to the
Compound. He knew it was nothing like Miami.  Although he and Luis were my
international guys, his fashion sense was sorely lacking.  I caught up to the
truck and climbed onto the back. Hector caught up and I pulled him up.
    He
held on for dear life as I shouted to him. “This truck will take us directly to
The Dragon.”
    “How
did you know we didn’t need a car?” Hector asked.
    “My
hunch, Hector. They came for the servers in a moving truck to disguise it from
anyone. Broke into the Compound by parking behind it in the office building
behind, and was going to switch the servers to this white truck to throw off our
guys once we discovered the servers had been stolen.”
    “Only,
they didn’t get them,” Hector said, smiling.
    “Right.
Instead they only picked up Jorge, who knew he could stand to get away from the
scene of the crime by foot even though he was heavily wounded, because he had
backup transportation coming.”
    “Right,”
Hector said, looking at me with admiration. “Still the genius.”
    “That’s
why I’m the boss.”
    “That’s
why you’re the boss,” Hector agreed. “So, what do we do when we get there?”
    I
smiled.
    “You
know there are going to be more guys than we two can fight off,” he said
seriously.
    “Supposedly,”
I said. “You followed him here, yourself, Hector. You know we dispersed his
gang back in Hong Kong, and he was able to get some men out. He’s here with a
skeleton crew, and if I’m right on the money, most of them will be on their way
back to the Compound to try to get those two numbskulls back and to attempt for
the second time, to steal those servers.”  Whatever was in them, was worth more
than protecting The Dragon, himself.
    He’s
got Summer, as leverage against me, I was sure, if his men failed to retrieve
those servers.  But, being the perfectionist that he was, he wanted to make
sure he could secure those servers before resorting