Heavy Traffic Ch. 15

"What the fuck should I care about some Wetbacks getting hassled by..."

"Secondly," continued Mota, "All other areas of investigation that this agency is responsible for, such as human trafficking and customs enforcement also receive increased scrutiny, making major portions of mine and Jun Kim's operations considerably more vulnerable, so to speak. From what I understand, you have recently ventured into new areas of business that will also be affected by the increased scrutiny. If my information is correct, it is actually your new ventures that have created the escalated level of activity involving the Feds."

Prepared for this, DeMarcus was not totally surprised by Mota knowing about his attempt to break into a variant of the human trafficking business that Mota and Kim had been involved in for more than a decade. Mota had always demonstrated an ability to have information on matters that DeMarcus had considered secret, or at least well hidden from casual discovery.

"I have everything under control," said DeMarcus.

"You don't even have your shipment under control," replied Mota. "The young girls from East Timor were taken from you before even reaching Atlanta, and you have no idea where they are."

"I know who has 'em, and it is only a matter of time til I get them back."

"Are you referring to Sean Wallace?" asked Mota.

"If he ain't got them, he knows where they are. When I get my hands on that pussy, I'll find the girls."

"You really don't know who you are dealing with, do you?"

"I'm tired of people asking me that," said Steele in exasperation. "Sean Wallace is some white, Mama's boy pussy who runs away from problems and don't stand up to anyone..."

"You are a fool, DeMarcus."

Steele was barely able to contain his anger, but he replied with every bit of calm he could muster, "Then please enlighten me, Steve."

Mota considered for a moment just how benevolent he wanted to be with this punk. Finally he said, "What Sean Wallace can't do on his own, which I assure you is considerable, he can pay any number of highly trained professionals to do it for him..."

"Accountants and lawyers," interrupted Steele. "Shit, I eat those mother fuckers for breakfast and still have room for a cheese omelet."

Mota's patience was running thin, but he held it for his next reply, "Do you know what Sean Wallace did in the Marine Corps?" he asked Steele.

"He was like a teacher or trainer. Something like that," replied DeMarcus.

"He was fucking Force Recon," snarled Mota. "The only training he did was teaching other Marines to kill as effectively and efficiently as he could, which is as good or better than any Special Forces in the world. You have several of your toughest men in a hospital right now only because they encountered Sean Wallace in a good mood. Neither they nor you seem to know how lucky they are to be alive."

"I've dealt with these fucking Kung Fu, Ninja assholes in the past," said DeMarcus, but his response held less bluster than he had hoped to convey. This information on Sean Wallace was a revelation to him. He hid this fact when he replied, "A nine millimeter to the head kill them just as dead as the next honky."

"This isn't working," conceded Mota to himself. "Maybe the next leader of these idiots will have more sense. I might as well cut this short," he thought.

"Fine DeMarcus, but I wanted to advise you of your opponent's capabilities before informing you of where the shipment of girls is being hidden."

"I appreciate your concern, Steve. You just tell me what you know about where the girls are, then stand back and watch me deal with Sean Wallace. I'm also not forgetting a promise I made to myself where Mrs. Wallace is concerned."

"I assume you are referring to Amanda Wallace," said Mota, now relishing the situation that he knew Steele was heading into.

"She be the one," confirmed Steele.

"And what do you know about her," asked Mota, although he knew the answer in advance.

"I know that she is some rich bitch from Australia who doesn't know her place here or how to show respect to a real man."

"I see," said Mota. "Well in all likelihood, she will be exactly as you expect."

"I expect to make her my Bitch and make her husband watch me do it," replied Steele.

Mota ignored this and said, "Before I inform you about your shipment's location, let's discuss the situation with Tri-Star..."

Steele was expecting this topic to come up, and he knew that his responses to Mota's questions would not be well accepted. He remained silent and waited for Mota to continue.