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“Fine. Just get us more and do it quickly,” said Martin.

“I’m doing my part. You’re going to have to do the rest,” he said, storming away from the men.

“Fuck!”

“Let’s go,” said Alex.

Driving back down the narrow highway, a passenger bus slowed their progress on the two-lane road. Approaching the space where the highway would widen, Martin looked at his brother and smiled.

“You needed a new car anyway.”

“Are you seeing this?” asked Ghost, staring at the television in the cafeteria. Nine looked up, seeing the news coverage.

We can’t explain it, Pat. An entire passenger bus that, according to passenger records, had thirty-one people aboard is half-submerged in the bayou below. Yet when the dive teams arrived, no one was on board.

A little after midnight, sheriff’s deputies say they received a call from a passing car that said they thought they saw something in the water. By the time they arrived, there was no one on board the bus. They’re pulling it from the water now, and it’s very clear that you can see where someone may have rammed the back of the bus, forcing it over the railing.

The big question is, where are the bodies?

“Oh, this is not making me feel good about my breakfast at all,” said Gaspar.

“But that’s nowhere near RMN. How would they be connected?” asked Ian. “What’s out there?”

“Not much,” said Gaspar. “There’s a small rural community. Neighborhood shops, small supermarket, hospital…”

“What did you say?” asked Suzette, staring at the men.

“I was just telling them what’s out there,” said Gaspar.

“Hospital. You said there was a small community hospital. A hospital means there are dead bodies.” Gaspar stared at his sister, shaking his head.

“Could they be using dead bodies with the manure for this shit?” he asked. “What sort of psycho-science-fiction kitchen have we walked into?”

“I don’t know, but we need to get all of the evidence we can carry from that place. The incident last night will make the restaurants back off for now, but if they do something to the crops or livestock, it’s going to cause mass chaos in the area,” said Ghost. He looked around the room, waving over Antoine, Baptiste, and Bull.

“What’s up?” asked Bull.

“We need you to get to all the local farmers, cattle ranches, everything in the area. Tell them to post guards. Watch their backs. We think RMN may try something desperate. If they need help, see if Luke and the boys have anyone to spare.”

“We’ll go right now,” said Bull.

“The rest of us need to keep an eye out for anything from Suzette, Riley, and Miller. Check in with George and Teddy as well. Did we get them fitted with cameras?”

“They’re all wired,” said Code. “We’re recording everything.”

“Then let’s find a way to finish this shit.”

CHAPTER TWENTY

“Are you seeing this,” whispered Riley to Miller.

“I’m seeing it,” he said. “And they see us, so just look intrigued. Don’t let them know you understand.”

“Hard to do, but okay.”

She took the notebook to the whiteboard, writing out the formula, and then rewriting it. It was simple enough, at least for someone with her background, but it needed more.

What they were trying to do was noble, in a rather ghoulish sort of way. Finding food alternatives was no less worthy than trying to find fuel alternatives. Eventually, with the growth of the population, global warming, the fight for less chemicals in foods, the world would need to search for other options than livestock.

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