The Chaos Order (Fanghunters Book Three) by Leo Romero Page B

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    CHAPTER ELEVEN
     
     
    D om stopped off at Sun to pick up some supplies and say goodbye to Eddie.
    He found Eddie hanging around the medical department. He was drinking a cup of coffee outside Rufus’ room.
    Dom strode right up to him. “How you doing, buddy?” he asked.
    “Better than him,” Eddie replied, pointing at Rufus through the window. He was still wired up, but his breathing seemed to be more settled.
    “He improving?” Dom asked.
    “Surprisingly, yeah. He might actually pull through this one. Vincent asked me to keep an eye on him. What you doing here?”
    “I’ve come to get armed up.”
    Eddie turned to face him. “Armed up? For what?”
    “The next chapter. I’m going away for a little while.”
    “Where?”
    “Mexico.”
    “Mexico? What for?”
    “To hunt vamps. What else?”
    Eddie groaned. “Oh man. I thought this was over now that the Blood Order is gone.”
    “No such luck, buddy. Now we gotta go end the next order, down south.”
    “You really gotta go?”
    “Vincent says so, so yeah, me and Trixie have gotta go. It’s what I signed up to, bro. If we don’t go, what’ll happen to the world?”
    “Can’t I come too?”
    “No, Eddie. You stay here. Support that little guy.” Dom nodded his head toward the window of Rufus’ room.
    Eddie nodded in understanding.
    “I better go and get my stuff.”
    “I’ll come with you.”

     

     
     
    D om snatched up a pile of boxes of holy water and tranqs and threw them in his bag. He grabbed more dart guns for him and Trixie and had a look around the supply room. “Anything new, buddy?” he asked Eddie.
    “Since the other day? No. But, you better take some mosquito spray.”
    “Ha ha.”
    “Look. All jokes aside. You be careful out there, bro.”
    “Hey, I’m getting used to this crap now, buddy,” Dom said, loading up his dart gun with holy water.
    “I’m being serious. You’ve never been to Mexico before. You don’t even speak Spanish.”
    “Yeah I do. ‘Hasta la vista, baby’ . See?”
    Eddie shook his head. “It ain’t no Chicago nightclub down there, bro. There’s some serious stuff going on. You gotta watch yourself. Look at’cha: you’re the stereotypical gringo with your blond hair and blue eyes.”
    “Don’t worry, I’ll try and blend in.”
    “How?”
    “I won’t wear a Hawaiian shirt.”
    Eddie grabbed his forehead. “Christ.”
    Dom put a friendly hand on Eddie’s shoulder. “Give me some credit, bro. I know I’m going somewhere where I’ll stick out like a sore thumb. But, I’ve gotta go. I’ll be careful. I’ll keep my eyes peeled. Besides, Vincent’s got some guys he knows down there who’ll help us. And I trust Vincent.”
    “I do too, but...” Eddie gave him an unsure shrug.
    Dom laughed. “You worry too much. I’ll be back before you know it. In the meantime, you hold fort here. Get Rufus well too; that poor guy has been through hell.”
    “Yeah, he has.”
    Dom patted Eddie’s shoulder. They then hugged. “I’ll never leave you alone again, buddy, you hear? I promise.”
    Eddie rubbed his back. “I know, bro. I know.”
    They released one another. “Keep an eye on Trixie too.”
    “I’ve always got my eye on Trixie,” Dom replied with a wink.
    Eddie chuckled. “Same old Dom.”
    “Same old Eddie, being a worrywart.”
    Eddie shrugged. “It’s just my nature.”
    Dom finished loading his dart gun. “Trust me, Magdalena won’t know what’s hit her,” he said, throwing his dart gun in his bag.
     
     

     
     
    B ack at the mansion, Dom got ready. He packed a couple of pairs of changes of clothes, shampoo and shower gel, anti-vamp hypnosis lenses, and a couple of cans of DEET mosquito repellent into his duffle bag. He didn’t pack any weapons. There was no way of getting guns through airport security, even if they were only dart guns. So, plan B was in effect. Dom hoped it would work.
    Trixie had booked the earliest flight out