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There was an eerie silence in the room, everyone just staring at the three people, then back down at the data.
“Are you saying that there is a possibility that they’re using humans in this product?” asked Ian.
“It’s a possibility,” said Suzette. “What they could be looking for, from us anyway, is a way to cover that up. If they did, then the FDA might approve their product for distribution. That could be the major problem for them.”
“Wasn’t there a science-fiction book written about this?” asked Nine.
“Many. But this is real shit, not a book. We need to go back tomorrow and try to figure out what the hell they really want us to do. If it’s to cover up their mistake of using human DNA or manure, we need to make it public. Fast,” said Miller.
“Alright, get some sleep. Otto, Gabe, and Luc. You guys inspect every crate that comes in to make sure it doesn’t have another one of those discs. We’re going to spread the word to some of the other restaurants,” said Ghost.
“It does explain how they were able to create those discs,” said Suzette. “If they’re using manure, they could have extracted the larvae from the manure piles. You place them in the discs, keep them cold enough that they can’t release until you’re ready.”
“You know, we could advise the restaurants to arrive with their own crates, fully inspected and sanitized before they go to the market. That way, if anything happens, they have a pretty good idea of who is tampering with the crates.”
“We’ll spread the word tomorrow,” said Ian. “The rest of you, be careful. If they have human DNA in this shit, the question would be, where are they getting it from?”
“Please. I do not want that to be the last thought in my head before I go to bed tonight,” said Suzette. She left the room with her husband, who was waiting just outside in the hall for her. Riley did the same, Max standing sentinel waiting for his beautiful wife.
Miller, Ghost, Ian, Nine, Gaspar, Otto, George, Teddy, Gabe, and Luc took the small boat ride from Belle Fleur to Belle Île. The blackness of the night was illuminated by the millions of stars visible in the bayou. It was one of the many things they loved about being here. The lack of population.
The men were silent as the boat lazily made its way around the small turns and twists of their little islands. Expecting to see only a few lights on in the cabins, they were surprised to see a large bonfire lighting up the sky.
Ghost maneuvered the boat around the security pillars at the front of the small lagoon area, tying her off to the docks. As they walked toward the fire, they smiled, seeing their wives and the rest of the men just laughing and talking.
“What’s this?” smiled Nine.
“Just old people reminiscing,” grinned Baptiste. “We were just talking about all of the strange missions we’ve been on, cases we’ve taken over the years, and how we all still seem to have a passion for the game.”
“It’s hard to get rid of the excitement when you’re used to being on the move all the time,” said Nine, taking a seat next to his wife. He kissed her, taking her hand in his.
“Excitement is one way to put it,” said Gaspar. “I think we just all have an instinct in us to save the world. No matter how hard we try, we can’t get rid of it.”
“Before I forget,” said Antoine, “Callan asked if someone would go into town with him tomorrow. He’s had more than two dozen kids coming in trying to get their tattoos covered from that street tattoo artist. He thinks he knows a way to find him.”
“You available?” asked Gaspar.
“Yep. Me and Bull.”
“Okay, then the two of you go with him. Make sure he’s not working with the gangs, Antoine. If he is, call for backup.”
“Since when have I needed backup with Bull, big brother?” he smirked.
“Never. But I don’t want that to change now. Call for help if you need it. These gangs are getting more and more violent and stupid. Used to be it was guns and knives. It’s still those things, but now they don’t have a fucking clue how to use them. They just point and shoot, hitting innocent people all the time.
“These are kids that play video games to learn to shoot or fight, then get out there and realize they suck at it, so they think strength in numbers is the way to go. I know you three know what you’re doing. Just don’t get backed into a corner.”
“We won’t. Dad,” smirked Antoine as he grabbed Ella and headed to his cabin.
“Asshole.”
“Has anyone checked on Casey’s father?” asked Faith.
“No, not yet. We should see if Gabi will take a look at him,” said Nine. “I’ll ask her in the morning. For now, I’m old, I’m fucking tired, and I want to get naked with my wife.”
“Ewww,” frowned Baptiste.
“Careful, little man. I can still kick your ass.” Baptiste smiled at his friend.
