Elite 2: The Wrong Side of Revolution (33 page)

“Ahoy!” Jessie shouted. It appeared as though he and Marvin had quite a night. They seemed to stumble about a bit, the motion of the waves not helping any.

Daniel smirked and went down to address the two frightened ladies waiting patiently in the lounge. “Take the dinghy,” he ordered them.

With a little assistance from Jessie’s friend Marvin, the two crewmembers successfully lowered the motor powered life raft into the water and cranked the motor. As quickly as they could, they turned the dinghy and made a B-line for dry land.

“Do you know where the tracking unit is on this thing?” Daniel asked Jessie.

“Yeah.” For being a delinquent, Jessie was extremely tech savvy when it came to boating equipment.

“Could you go grab it for me? And hurry, I dropped off the first crewmember pretty close to the marina so we probably don’t have much time.”

“Sure thing, give me five seconds,” Jessie replied standing up tall and proud, a shit-eating grin on his face.

Daniel laughed and shook his head as Jessie made his way toward the command center, grabbing an axe off the wall along the way. He believed he was going to miss that kid.

“Marvin,” Daniel called to the rather round, pizza faced young man he had never met before.

“’Sup?” Marvin responded.

“Go get the sailboat ready to move.”

Marvin did as he was told and a few minutes later Jessie came back carrying a small electronic unit, and Daniel’s black bag strapped over his shoulder.

“I believe this belongs to you,” he said, handing Daniel the bag.

Daniel opened the bag and started digging out money. “Is that the tracking unit?”

“Damn straight,” Jessie answered, handing it over to Daniel. “It’s still active though.”

“Good,” Daniel said, pushing it back toward Jessie. “I need you to do me a favor. Get this thing as far south from here as possible. Send them in the complete wrong direction.”

A wicked Cheshire grin crept up on Jessie’s face. “Like…say…Chicago?”

Daniel leaned in closer. “That’s perfect.”

“Hey Marvin!” Jessie called back to his friend, still looking at Daniel. “Looks like we’re going to be taking Daddy’s boat on a little adventure.”

Daniel pulled out five grand from his bag and handed it to Jessie. “This is for helping me out. I can’t thank you enough for this. You’re saving my life here.”

“Are you kidding?” Jessie yelled. “I would do this shit fo’ free.!”

Jessie then reached forward and snatched the stack of cash out of Daniel’s hand. “But it’s rude to refuse a gift.”

Daniel again laughed and tossed his bag onto Jessie’s dad’s cruiser.

“What are we going to do with this thing?” Jessie asked him, referring to the Boone’s yacht.

Daniel grinned and started toward the bow where he found the steps that lead down to the cabins below. He pulled out his pistol and walked the length of the boat, unloading his clip into the bottom as water began to pour in from the lake below.

He climbed back up the stairs and tossed his empty clip to Jessie. “That oughta cover it.”

Jessie threw his arms up and let out a joyous howl. “Man, I knew you were crazy!”

The two then departed the slowly sinking yacht, Jessie onto the sailboat and Daniel onto the cruiser.

“Goodbye, Jessie,” Daniel said as he fired up the twin motors.

“Later, bro,” Jessie waved back, turning the sailboat in the opposite direction and heading away.

Daniel punched the throttle and he was off, heading north on Lake Michigan toward Mackinac. He didn’t know exactly where he was headed to yet, just that wherever it was it needed to be far away. Far away from Petoskey and Harbor Springs, far away from Indiana, and far away from Chicago. Far away from his family, far away from Agent Eva Stone, and far away from Jordan. All things considered he really needed to get far away from his life as he knew it.

But most importantly, he needed to get far, far away from those arrogant bastards who call themselves the Birthright of the Elite.
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