Savages

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Ben and Chon go back to the house because it would look suspicious not to.

“If we don’t go back,” Ben reasons, “we can never go back. They’ll know it’s us.”

So they go back to Table Rock, but gun up for the expected invasion. Shotguns, pistols, rifles, machine guns—Chon’s whole arsenal is at the ready. But even the Mexicans aren’t going to come to a beach house in Laguna in the middle of the day for a shootout.

If they want us, Chon knows, they’ll wait.

At least until night.

More likely they’ll be more patient than that. Send the pros to wait it out, pick them off as opportunity presents itself.

As it would, as it will.

They don’t get an invasion, they get a text.

Summoning Ben to a sit-down.

Come alone.

“They’re going to grab you,” Chon says.

“Or hit me on the way there or back,” Ben says.

“I doubt it,” Chon offers. “They’d want to torture you first. Probably tape it so they can teach a lesson.”

“Thanks.”

But he goes.