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would pay the price if he failed. There really wasn’t much of a choice.
“I need to see Marco first.”
Magnus lifted the rifle, turning to face the exit.
“Boys! Bring him in.”
There was a scuffling sound outside the tent. Greg watched the flaps of the door split open. Marco came flying through in a pool of sunlight and dust. His hands were tied tight in front of him, but he still managed to break his fall. He stood up and shook the hair from his face.
“What the hell’s going on, dude?!”
“Your friend and I are in the middle of a negotiation. He requested your presence.”
Marco went to look at Greg, but overshot the mark and landed on Kristen’s naked body instead.
“Hey, you’re the chick that—”
“That put the honey all over you?”
Greg looked over at Kristen. The way she interrupted Marco made it seem like she was hiding something. Whatever it was, he didn’t want to discuss it in front of Magnus. Greg figured he could ask her about it later, when they were alone.
“Marco, you doing okay?”
“Not as good as you, from the looks of things.”
“Are they feeding you?”
“Getting a little burned-out on bologna and beans, but I’ve had worse. One thing’s for sure, bro. It’d be nice not to sleep in that pit for change.”
Greg swung his head to look at Magnus, trying to contain his anger.
“He sleeps with me from now on.”
Magnus grinned.
“I’ll agree to move him into his own tent if it’ll make you feel better.”
“Hell yeah you will.”
Both Greg and Magnus turned at the sound of Marco’s voice. He had his chest puffed out like a strutting rooster.
“And I want my iguana back.”
Magnus threw a punch, knocking Marco to the ground. Greg lunged, but Kristen held him back. All he could do was scream.
“Leave him alone! I’ll do whatever you want.”
“I assume we have a deal then?”
Magnus took a step forward with his hand out. Greg brought his up and they shook on it.
Greg’s first day on the job started immediately. Kristen tried to pull him back to the cot once Magnus left, but he managed to get his clothes on anyway. There were some things he needed to figure out if they were going to get out of Grizzly Flats in one piece. He had more than just Marco to worry about now.
She held up one of the ropes and flashed a wicked smile.
“Next time I might have to tie you up myself so you can’t get away.”
Greg turned to leave, but stopped.
“What was Marco talking about earlier, when you cut him off?”
She tried to act surprised, but her eyes betrayed her.
“It was cold last night, so I snuck a blanket out to him. No big deal.”
But it was a big deal to Greg. He bent down and gave her a kiss before he said goodbye.
Magnus was waiting for him in the stadium with three of his men; none of them could have been older than twenty-one. They were wearing thick leather gloves and fully-loaded backpacks. One of them handed Greg some identical gear, and Magnus started barking out orders.
“I need you to get a better sense of the property, so I’m sending you out with these three. Booby trap blew a big hole in one of the fences on the far side of the main field. Don’t do anything stupid, partner.”
Magnus winked as he gave Greg a fatherly slap on the back. His three escorts took off at a fast clip, jogging out of the camp and all the way across the field. Greg was in pretty good shape from all the hiking he’d been doing, but still a little stiff from the blast. He did his best to seem like he was keeping up, while also keeping his distance.
Greg tried to remember the details of their route, memorizing every turn they took. It all seemed at least a little familiar, thanks to the map that Kristen had shown him. He still wasn’t sure if that was a brave or stupid move on her part, but he had to admit that it made him trust her more.
Small clusters of women popped up between the plants to watch as they passed. Greg guessed they were doing some harvesting, but he didn’t have the first clue about marijuana cultivation. He was several yards behind the rest of his crew when he saw them stop. One of them pulled out a map and studied it while the other two scanned the nearby trees and rabbit trails. They were having some kind of hushed debate when Greg caught up.
“This the spot?”
The guy closest to him motioned to a shattered fence post. There was another one in better shape a few yards in the other direction. Greg figured that this was close to where he had entered Grizzly Flats.
“Should we get to work?” Greg said to the guy next to him, but the guy with the map answered: “Hang on. We’re trying to figure out if there’s another trip wire right here.”
The kid spun the map ninety degrees, as if reading it sideways would help.
“Is that a master map?”
“Supposed to be, but it doesn’t make much sense.”
“Let me take a look.”
“That’s okay, we’ve got it.”
They huddled and exchanged a few whispers. The map got folded up and put away before Greg could see anything. Wire and tools were coming out of the backpacks when there was a rumbling sound in the distance. They all turned in the direction of the rapidly approaching noise. The first shouts came from somewhere in the middle of the field.
“Helicopters!”
Greg watched as heads dropped from view across the leafy green horizon. The rest of his team did the same, ducking behind boulders and backing up against trees. Greg stayed right where he was, trying to play dumb for as long as he could. The sheriff’s department helicopters were in full view when somebody yanked him to the ground.
“Are you crazy?”
Greg looked up at the sky as the whirlybirds buzzed by. It seemed like they might be moving too fast to even notice what was going on beneath them. Or maybe these officers were already on Magnus’s payroll.
The helicopters echoed away into the distance just as quickly as they had arrived. Greg cursed under his breath as he stood up to dust himself off. One member of the trio slapped some wire cutters into his hand, and they all went straight to work on mending the fence. They were done in a couple of hours and back at camp just in time for lunch. Greg didn’t see Kristen around, so he grabbed a tray of food and took a seat next to Magnus.
“We had some unexpected visitors out there in the fields today.”
Magnus snorted and took a drink from his mug. He wiped his lips with the back of a dirty hand.
“So I heard. Friends of yours?”
“I was about to ask you the same thing.”
“Hard to keep track. Seems like they send new recruits up here for training.”
Greg gave a dismissive snort.
“Yeah. They save the cushy desk jobs for us veterans.”
“Well, at least the rookies are cheaper to bribe. By the way, don’t be surprised if there’s a different Ursula in your cot tonight.”
Greg stopped mid-bite, a spoonful of beans hovering