The Investigators, Inc. The Panama Case. Chapter 7. Day 5 Continues.

I had chosen to go down last to make sure our two rescued girls are well protected. There had been no noise on the second floor where we were, so I thought it would be safe. However, 3 men had come into the room, I shot the first one, which was okay since I was using a silencer on my gun. But, they were not using silencers and one of them shot and I could feel the sudden stinging pain in my arm and I dropped my gun.

The shot from that man could be heard echoing through the house. Sky was back up quickly and killed the remaining two men. Then she grabbed me and jumped out the window. Sienna and Kitty were on Courage, so Sky helped me. Unfortunately I was bleeding a lot so I was quickly getting weaker and the ground in that field was rough, which made it hard to run.

Sky communicated with Kat and told her what was happening. I was going to call our pilot, but my phone let me know we were being monitored. I told everyone to turn off their phones right away, and Sky relayed this to Kat as well. She also said to call off the attack and rejoin us. But how can we contact our pilots now?

For safety reasons on this trip our jet was hidden in a different country, known only to the pilots and Jennifer. I tried to communicate with Jennifer, but was not getting through to her. Sky tried too, but with no success. That was very worrying indeed. If we can’t contact our pilots or Jennifer, then we have no way to get out of the country.

We could try driving, but that would be too dangerous. The men from the house were following, but there were not too many of them, so some of the girls stayed further behind us and attacked those men, killing them. Then they ran to catch up with us again. But, another problem arrived once we were within sight of our vans. There were a lot of men surrounding them. But how?

That would mean that Rico had a lot more men than we realized, but how could our information be so far off? “There’s a woman with them Steve,” said Katresa. “A woman?” I questioned, “Perhaps that is Manuela and her men. She didn’t help Aari in the attack on Rico, and that would have given her time to get here. How many men does she have?”

“More than we do,” said Katresa, “I would say about 3 to 1, so we can take them.” Katresa is one of the original bad girls from Montreal and they never looked at the problems, just the solutions. To them, there was only winning, but they always had a plan for the fight. Well, we do too, it’s called Plan C. Plan A was doing everything ourselves, Plan B was using Manuela to start a fight with Rico, now Plan C to get out of the country safely with Sienna, and now Kitty too.

We may lose people, but we will try not to do so. I have lost a lot of blood and I’m getting weaker too fast. I also have a somewhat rare blood type though 3 of our team members share it. Two are at home and one here. Sky also had the same blood type, but now that she is a ghost we can’t use her blood, if she has any, something we still don’t know.

But perhaps Kat can help heal me enough that a blood transfusion won’t be necessary. But Kat is not here, and we have a fight on our hands. “Amerie, how would you Bad Girls handle this situation?” I asked her rather weakly. “We split into smaller groups,” she said, “and send the cats in first to hit and run. Rascal has larger flares than the other cats, he should light up the night for us first.”

I told everyone that Amerie was now in charge for this attack. Sky had told me to do it that way, rather than her leading things, she wanted to stay with me, Sienna and Kitty, while the other girls did the fighting. Amerie said that Angel should also stay with us, just in case. So, she split our little team of 15 into three groups, plus the cats. “Sky, you go too,” I said quietly, “I can always call you back.”

She looked at me, but she did go. Rascal shot two flares which lit up the area very nicely. I think Katresa needs to upgrade her math skills, that looked more like 5 to 1. Rascal came running back. Meowrrr.= Maybe me try send message to Muffin? Then I remembered something that Kat did before and I looked up. “Looking for something Steve?” asked Sienna.

“A satellite,” I said, “to bounce the message from Rascal to Muffin.” “There is one right there,” she said, “it’s a stationary one.” “Angel, come here,” I asked, “Rascal needs a boost of energy to reach that satellite.” She knew what to do and soon, back home. Eeeeeek! Eeeeek! cried Muffin and ran to find Jennifer. “What’s wrong little Muffin?” asked Misty.

Meow, meow!= Need human Jennifer, emergency! Misty scooped her up and brought to Jennifer in the upstairs library. “She said it’s an emergency,” said Misty quickly. Muffin quickly told her the problems. “Oh my, how will we do this?” said Jennifer. “Cynthia will know!” exclaimed Misty and they all ran downstairs looking for Cynthia who was busy in the kitchen.

Cynthia quickly figured out which satellite we had used, so they could aim for the same one and get a message to us more quickly. While she was doing this, Jennifer contacted our pilots. “Al, we need you to get going right away,” said Jennifer, “there is big trouble. They got Sienna, but they are being hunted by Manuela, and probably Rico by now too.”

“We are already in the air heading back to our first choice for airports,” he said, “they had cleared the runway for us finally, but we are still an hour and a half away from the airport in Panama.” “Well, keep going and keep me updated,” she said, “but don’t try to contact Steve or anyone, just me.” “Shall do Jennifer,” he said, “and don’t worry, Steve will be okay.” “I just wish Kat was with him,” she said. “I thought she was,” replied Al.

“There had to be a change in plans,” said Jennifer. “He’ll still be okay,” he said. Meow, meow.= My human also say he bringing a kitten home too. “Now why would he tell us that right now?” Jennifer asked, “Are you sure about that one?” Meow,meow.= Yep, me sure for sure. He say, bringing kitty home. “That is kind of strange,” said Misty. “A kitty doesn’t always have 4 legs and a tail,” said Cynthia…

To Be Continued.

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