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More Than Eyes Alone Can See	By : Psnoo17 Category: M through R > Once Upon A Time In Mexico Views: 1450 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-More Than Eyes Alone Can See
- 2-2
- 3-3
- 4-4
- 5-5
- 6-6
- 7-7
- 8-8
- 9-9
- 10-10
- 11-11
- 12-12
- 13-14
- 14-15
- 15-16
- 16-17
- 17-18
- 18-19
- 19-20
- 20-Index of Quotes
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She watched from the upper window of a building across the
street from where the slaughter was taking place. She had watched as soldiers and civilians
alike had battled for dominance . . . for victory. It�s
unfortunate for the soldiers that the people of Cul�acan actually believe in
what they�re fighting for. Perhaps if they were only being paid to
defend the president, they�d surrender.
But when ethics and beliefs get involved, things have a tendency to get
rather messy. The best laid plans fall apart.
All because loyalty can be so unpredictable and so easily triggered. She sighed and muttered under her breath,
�The streets may not run red with blood tonight, but when the setting sun hits
these streets and buildings of clay, it�s going to appear as if they are.�
//Se�ora? What are you waiting for, se�ora? Why are you not in the streets helping the
injured?
The woman turned
from her vantage point to address the young boy who had also sought refuge in
this formerly abandoned loft. //Marcos,
if I went down there right now, it is likely that I would either be shot on
sight by both sides, or taken prisoner by the cartel. Se�or Barillo does not take betrayal
lightly. And if I were taken by his men,
how would I help your friend? she nodded towards the
street outside.
//Is he going to be
all right? an>San>She returned her
attention to the street, waiting to find out what her adversary�s next move
was.
Ajedrez appeared in
the street outside the two buildings.
She threw a quick glance up at the window where the lone woman was still
standing. She pursed her lips as she
mimicked firing a handgun. Then she
winked.
Cocky bi- //Marcos,
get my gun. Now! Ajedrez was headed toward the fallen CIA
agent�s position. Without a doubt she
was out for blood. For more blood.
//Here, se�ora. She pulled the
weapon from its holster. Maybe I can help . . . or stop her, but
before the thought could be translated into deed, Ajedrez had reached the black
clad man lying in the road. She pulled
him up. By the way he staggered and was
holding his left arm it was a painful experience for him. And more importantly, his body was now
blocking any shot she might have been able to take at Ajedrez.
Move.
One of you move. She watched
as the former AFN agent picked a pair of sunglasses up out of the dirt and slid
them onto the man�s face. She felt her
stomach turn as the heartless woman below toyed with her prey, kissing him
gently. That self-serving, heartless. . . At this point in time she could have
cheerfully shot Ajedrez, and not looked back.
But before she would take any kind of action in more than her mind�s
eye, she saw Ajedrez stumble back from the man she had been toying with. She was clutching her chest, a look of
surprise and shock on her face. Still
looking up at a man who couldn�t see her, she fell to her knees and then to her
back.
He shot her. The thought had barely registered when the
man also collapsed, his own knees buckling under his weight. Blood
loss. He�s going into a state of
shock. He�s going to need medical
attention real soon. She was about to toss caution to the wind and
race down to tend him when she felt a chill run down her spine. She turned back to her window.
Once again the window
in what had once been the president�s private residence framed a figure. This time it was the man she had spent the
last six years cleaning up after.
Despite the mass of medical gauze that obscured his face, she knew it
was him. Knew
it was Barillo.
She observed as he
spotted his daughter lying in the dirt of the unpaved road, next to the man he
had tried to punish and prevent from meddling any father in his private
plans. It hadn�t worked. The man must be either insane or insanely
stubborn.
She watched as the
cartel leader�s eyes rose from the street to the surrounding buildings, to the
window she was standing in. She saw the
recognition, loathing, and unbelievable rage take up residence in his
eyes. Crap.
Before Barillo
could kill her with the sheer force of his hate-filled eyes, something or
someone in the room with him called his attention away. He disappeared from view for several
seconds. Then there was a sudden round
of gunfire and his body came flying out the
window. He hit the ground hard, glass
fragments raining down around him like frozen tears. There�s
no way he could have survived that. Marcos had apparently abandoned her to go see
to the health of his friend. No matter.
Get downstairs, check on Barillo and Ajedrez, and then look after the American.
Barillo�s last victim. My last
charge.

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The sun was
starting to set on this bloody Day of the Dead.
Not that night would bring peace, or wipe the streets clean of
blood. It wouldn�t bring and end to the
fights, the riots, or chaos caused by the attempted coup. It would just make guerrilla fighting easier
to carry out. Sounds of destruction and
mayhem floated on the sun�s setting rays to reach the ears of the doctor.
She ignored the
melody of hovering death as she worked her way across the street. The man in black was gone, although a trail
of partially dried blood marked the course he had taken. I hope
Marcos is safe with him.
Giving the prostrate form of Ajedrez a
wide berth, she headed towards the place where Barillo had landed. Getting closer, she saw that there would be
no need to search for a pulse. If the
angle of his neck and the arrested spread of blood across his chest was any
indication, then the cartel leader was well and truly dead.
She felt relief and
guilt flood her veins along with the knowledge that she�d never need to track
this man�s movements, never again need to clean up the ruin he left in his
wake. She was released from her oath.
Freed from her duty . . . except for the American. She needed to find him and tend to him before
she could celebrate.
Quickly she walked
back to where Ajedrez was lying. The
man�s trail started there. The sooner
they were tucked away from the sight of what remained of Marquez�s men, the
safer they would be, and the better she would feel.
//Traitor. The harshly
whispered word caught her attention.
Your little friend here found me and asked me to take a look at
you. I agreed. That and you left a rather handy trail of
blood nearly from my doorstep to your location.�
�Why?�
�Why did I help
you?� Tess shrugged before she
remembered that he couldn�t see that. �I
enjoy tweaking the cartel�s whiskers when I can. Aiding a man who is apparently high on their
list for who is due swift and inproportionate retribution seemed as if it would
fit in with that agenda. In short, I�m
using you to spite them. Even though Barillo
is dead, and the cartel in temporary anarchy until a new leader murders his way
to power.� She crossed her arms over her
chest. �I suppose that I ought to thank
you for that. It�ll get some heat off my
tail long enough to disappear.�
Sands ignored that
last bit. �Why is it so important to you
to meddle in the cartel�s affairs?�
This was treading
close to the line that Tess didn�t want to cross. �Why is it any of your business?�
In a deceptively
patient voice he said, �A lack of information can get a man in deep shit, as I
have so very recently rediscovered. I
have no desire to repeat the experience any time soon. Please,� he cocked the gun, �answer my
question, ni�a.�
�The cartel ruined
my life a long time ago. Stole any hope
of normality that I might have harbored.
But I�m not the only one who�s been hurt. Barillo managed to ruin the lives of
countless thousands with his violence, and his greed, and his drugs. So I decided to do what I could to make up for
that. To piss him off as much as I could
and in doing so, try to restore the balance his family owes.� �Something
wrong? I mean, normally I wouldn�t dream
of interrupting what is obviously an intimate moment for you ��
�No. I just discovered what a total idiot I
am. I thought that the drug that
Barillo�s men had given you would arrest the onset of shock as well as the delayed
feelings of pain. It must have, but the
drugs are wearing off. You�re going into
shock. Why didn�t you tell me you were
cold?� He shrugged. �No matter.
Stay here, try not to move that arm.
I�m going to go get a blanket for you.�
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