Aztec Treasure
Javelin

Frank Grimes’ POV

Arrowhead Pack House

I had one hand wrapped around her baby bump from behind while the other hand was working away below. “Oh yeah, baby, right there,” Colletta moaned as my fingers worked inside her. Pregnancy made her tired, so we took a nap after lunch. It also made her horny, which I figured out when she started moving her ass against my dick when he woke up and wanted attention. I’d started warming her up while I hardened fully between her cheeks. She raised her top leg to give me better access, and I added a second finger to her steamy core. I hooked my fingers as my thumb started flicking her clit, and she went off. “FRANK!”

She squeezed against my fingers as she came, and I held her as she trembled through it. I moved my hand to her thigh, holding her leg up as I shifted my hips and replaced my hand with my throbbing member. She was hot and ready as I slowly stuffed her from behind. “So sexy,” I whispered to her.

“So fat,” she countered.

“Our pup needs space,” I responded as I finished pushing into her depths. I didn’t feel any discomfort or pain over the bond, so I pulled back and filled her again. “So good.”

“Yes,” she said as I started making leisurely love to her. “By Luna, I needed this.”

“The nap?”

She giggled as she angled her hips back to me, urging me to go faster. “That too.”

I continued to make love to her until we both exploded in our mutual pleasure. When she relaxed, I let her leg down and pulled out, my seed spilling out of her onto the sheets. “Wait here,” I said. I came back with a warm washcloth and cleaned her up while she linked with her assistant. “What did you miss?”

“Russia started releasing the imprisoned Pack members,” she responded. “The Council is arranging visa papers and flights for them. The Ambassador did his part, so now I have to go to Montana and British Colombia to speak directly with the Russian Alphas.” When President Kettering heard about the Russian offer, she’d insisted that Colletta return home to take care of Council business instead of staying with her. Colletta had flown up after the burial service but would be flying out to Washington, DC again when Laura resumed her Presidential duties.

That was good news. “Are you going to visit Coral while you are there?”

She nodded. “I hope to replace time to see Sawyer and Carson, even if just for a short time. It will be a while before we all get together. You should come with.” With Coral, Heather, and Ashley all pregnant, travel wasn’t happening. It didn’t help that Heather, like Rori, was stuck in wolf form. I didn’t like Colletta being gone so much, but she was the Werewolf Council Chair. She had to travel, even with Julio still at large. “You should come with.”

Our conversation was interrupted by Rori’s send. “Mom, Dad, you’re needed in Spider’s computer room. She says she’s found something.”

“Ten minutes,” Frank sent back. “Come on, love. We’ll get you cleaned up first.” I bundled her into the shower, where we washed each other while forcing back the urges for Round Two. We quickly dressed and headed through the tunnel to the Beta House, next door to the Alpha Mansion where our guest quarters were.

Spider Monkey saw us walk in. “Good nap?”

The werewolves in the room all laughed as the shower couldn’t remove all evidence of our recent activities. “I feel much better, thank you.” She smacked Chase in the back of the head as she sat on the couch, and I sat on the other side. “What did you replace?”

Spider Monkey pulled up a photograph of Leonis Woodley. “We know Julio has help from the missile attack, plus it explains how he has been able to stay out of sight this whole time. Leonis here was an inactive member of the Sons while he was in prison. Because he’d been inside the entire time of the RICO investigation, no one bothered to include him on the member lists.”

“He’s out now,” I asked.

“Yes, and he promptly disappeared. He never checked in with his probation officer, so his probation is voided. There is a bench warrant out for him.”

It wasn’t much to go on. “Can we connect the two? Is there anything that puts them together?”

“Not that I’ve found,” Spider Monkey said. “I didn’t replace any bank accounts, credit cards, or other records from after he left prison. He sold his motorcycle before going inside and hasn’t purchased a new ride or applied for a new driver’s license. He just disappeared.”

“Without a Club to support him,” Chase said. “Maybe an associated club or an unaffiliated friend? Somebody is helping him out.”

“I’ll keep looking,” Spider Monkey said. She went through everything she’d found on him. He was a true outlaw biker, but I didn’t see anything tying him to Julio or the assassination attempt.

Still, there was a way to replace him. “If you are right, if Leonis is hiding Julio and moving him around, he’d need money, a vehicle, and a driver’s license. Since it isn’t under his name, he’s got a new identity.”

Spider nodded. “I’ll start looking at the DMV database for licenses issued in the last two months. Maybe I can replace a match with facial recognition.”

“Meanwhile, email me everything you have. I’ll pass it on to Homeland Security and the Secret Service. If nothing else, he’s got an open warrant.”

Chase nodded at that. “Send the photo and description to everyone in our Pack, plus the Council and Alphas. Any remaining members of the Sons of Tezcatlipoca are a threat. Vic, talk to Maria when she wakes up. See if she knows anything that might help. And Mom? Can you get me drawings of Coral's new pool house?”

Colletta laughed and shook her head, no. "I'm not getting in the middle of a pool war."

The meeting broke up, and we returned to our room to pack for the flight out west. I took the information Spider emailed me and pasted it into a message to the FBI and Secret Service. I followed it with a phone call to my boss. After talking about Leonis and the Russian Packs, I told him I’d be gone for a few days out west. An hour later, we were wheels-up from the airport in Two Harbors.

Julio’s POV

Sparta, Wisconsin

Cinnamon rolls and burgers didn’t cut it for me, so when we got to Tomah, I had Leonis cut through town and stop at BP Smokehouse Barbecue. I finished the rack of ribs before we reached Interstate 90 west, and the sides and a pound of the beef brisket by the time we hit Sparta. I was still eating the pound of pulled pork when he parked in the outer lot of a Wal-Mart. “I’m going to check the meeting place out while it is still light,” he said.

“Take a video,” I told him. He exited the side door and went around to the back, lowering the ramp for the toy hauler portion. A few minutes later, I heard the ramp close back up before he started his Harley and drove off.

I used the time to watch the local news and surf the Internet using the store wi-fi, replaceing nothing new. Leonis returned an hour later, stowing his bike in the RV again before coming inside. “What is it like?”

“No places to hide, that’s for sure,” he said as he showed me the video he'd taken on his phone. “It looks exactly like the satellite photo. The only places you could sneak up on us are the treeline and the shed.”

“Get a nap in. I need you alert for the transfer.” He hauled himself into the over-cab bunk and was soon snoring away as I started looking at information on Arrowhead. Using satellite images, I went over multiple scenarios looking for answers. Aerial bombardment and an attack from the water would both work to kill them but would not make them suffer the way they deserved. I needed to wait until they left their land or replace a way to draw them out.

There was also Maria and Maritza to consider. I needed them to give me sons and daughters so they couldn’t be collateral damage of the attack. It would be best to get them out first somehow.

Soon enough, it was time to leave. I woke Leonis up, and we got going. There was no one visible as we drove into the graveyard, and I scented no one near. “Stay here,” I said as he parked.

I got out of the RV, pistol at the ready. A quick circuit of the house and the treeline showed no threats. “We’re clear,” I told him. “Stay in the driver’s seat and be ready to leave if I tell you.”

We didn’t wait long before a panel van pulled into the graveyard, passing the RV and stopping behind it. A man in his forties got out, wearing jeans and a flannel shirt with a worn John Deere hat. “Good to see you, Julio.”

“I don’t know you,” I told him.

“You don’t have to. Here.” He handed me a manila envelope. “It’s all the information we can gather on the President’s schedule for the next two weeks, along with Secret Service protective strategies. You’ll need this as well, so open up your cargo compartment.”

I stayed alert as he went to the back door of the van and opened it up. Inside was a wooden crate about five feet long, three feet wide, and eighteen inches tall, with a smaller bag on top of it. “What is this shit?”

“It’s how you can take her out and get away,” he said. He tossed me the bag. “It’s an FGM-148 Javelin anti-tank missile. It has an effective range of more than two miles with fire-and-forget technology. It can easily take out her helicopter on the ground or her limousine. In the bag are the manuals and videos used to train people to fire it. You’ll need it.”

“The Presidential limousine is armored,” I said.

The man just laughed. “This baby will penetrate three inches of tank armor. It will go through that limousine like hot butter. Now load this thing before anyone starts wondering what we are doing here.” I had Leonis lower the ramp, and we loaded the weapon onboard. The bag I kept with me to look at on the road. “Don’t fucking miss this time, Julio. We’re risking a lot by giving you this stuff, and we can’t afford another failure.”

“I didn’t miss; that fighter got in the way,” I said. “Get out of here.” He was moving before I hit the button to close the ramp again. We left a minute later.