Chapter 13 Sticky Business

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"Why are you crying" I turned around to see a worried Emma who was carrying a first-aid bag that was almost half her height. Not knowing how to answer her for a second, I quickly wiped the tears off my cheeks before taking the first aid bag off her hands and making my way to the kid's side.

"Mommy just doesn't like seeing blood" Ben answered her as he saw that I wasn't going to respond to her. Ignoring my daughter's questioning look I inspected the boy's wound which seemed to be caused by the claw of an animal.

Joe seeing my serious look wanted to take over the med kit to treat the boy but I lightly showed his hands away as I started cleaning the wound. My actions seemed to have surprised everyone in the room as I noticed that no one was talking, to be exact it was almost like they were trying to make as little noise as possible.

"shouldn't one of you two go and steer the ship" That seemed to wake them out of their stupor as they franticly left the room. I guess they must have forgotten that we laid anchor a while ago. I did notice that Ben made sure to take all the pictures and the envelope that the boy was carrying with him. He probably just wants to give me some space so he can study the information in the envelope.

"Emma, can you get me a basin of cold water and a cloth?" I lightly asked her as I noticed she was just standing there with a worried expression fiddling with her hands, not knowing how to help out. My words seemed to be the answer she was looking for as she quite literally jumped up and raced to the kitchen.

After making sure that the wound was clean I fished out the Isopropyl alcohol in the kit and gently disinfected the wound. Just as I was done disinfecting the wound, I turned around to the sight of Emma carrying a basin of water almost filled to the brim with water. I held back the urge to facepalm after seeing how focused she was trying to make sure not to spill the contexts of the basin.

I took the basin off of her hands and placed it on the table next to me. "Please help me hold him up so we can bandage him," I told her as she promptly helped me hold his upper body up. It helped that he hardly weighed anything so it wasn't a struggle for her to support his body weight.

I wasted no time cleanly wrapping up his left shoulder and upper body in bandages not too tight but firm enough not to fall off. With that done I picked him up before placing him on the couch in the room so I could change the bloodied sheets of the bed.

While I was doing that I had Emma gently wipe the sweat off the boy making sure to help cool him down. After changing the sheets of the bed and removing every speck of blood from the room I tucked the boy back into bed making sure he was comfortable. with all that done I fed him some aspirins from the kit as I don't really trust the medicine in the boy's bag due t never having seen that brand before.

Looking at him now that his face was clean from all the dirt that was there before he looks cute with his light brown complexion and quite symmetric bone structure plus the small fro just enhances it. The way his cheeks puffed up when he breathed only helped to heighten the cuteness. Once the boy's treatment was done I slowly left the room only to realise that Emma had tucked herself in on the other side of the double bed with her own blanket.

"What are you doing Emma," I asked her in a rather exasperated tone at her actions. But from her deadpan look, I could tell I was not gonna get a proper answer.

Just as expected she replied in a matter-of-fact tone "Going to sleep, plus someone has to stay with Rakim" She told me before she turned over to face the boy while trying to fall asleep.

"Wait how do you know his name?" I asked her because there wasn't any information about him in the folder or the bag he carried.

"His passport fell out of his pocket when dad was carrying him" she replied as she pointed to a small booklet that was laying on her dresser.

"You could have told me you know his name," I told her a little pissed she didn't mention that she knew his name this whole time. "You didn't ask" She replied without batting an eye as if its only natural.

"What am I gonna do with you" I muttered to myself as I grabbed the passport before quickly making my way out of the room, not wanting to continue this conversation any longer.

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[Ben Pov]

Sitting in the wheel house I was going through the contexts of the folder my best friend joe after he set a course to the harbour in Tampa. I knew my wife hates it when kids are mistreated so the best I could do was to figure out the exact situation first.

Looking through the paperwork in front of me it looked like some type of small-scale organisation was trying its best to raise its scale of operation. They first started by selling and supplying drugs but with massive cartels in Cuba, they were quickly sent running by other competitors.

With that venture leading to a dead end quite literally with the former gang leader being killed, they turned to supply arms and human trafficking through the lead of the current leader who took over more than two decades ago. He transformed the dying gang into one that was on its way to devouring its neighbouring cartel in twenty years.

It seems the man had gathered evidence so he could make use of various governments all over the globe to get rid of the heads of these cartels. The evidence is detailed enough to call for the death penalty for most of the people on here, detailing their wrongdoings and who exactly in the government was backing them. The info in this envelope is scary not only because it incriminates people who hold high positions such as CIA Branch directors but because it details exactly where all these people's safe houses are.

The evidence in the folder cast a death sentence on whoever is mentioned. The leader goes by the name El Chapo, it seems like his base of operation is in Mexico and is currently in the process of expanding into Cuba with the human trafficking ring.

Whoever compiled all this evidence seemed to only be a branch leader trying to create an opportunity for himself though. Too bad for him that all his work seemed to have ended up with the kid.

"This is some sticky business" Joe commented with a bit of worry in his tone as he highlighted the weight this evidence hold against so many dangerous people. He would probably know best how bad this situation is having dealt with far worse in the marines.

"It's quite literally a ticking time bomb my friend" I sighed as I answered him nodding my head slowly trying to think of how to best handle this situation. I knew we should have just gone to Disney land instead, but who asked me to be such a sucker when it comes to my daughter.

"I'll ask my dad to deal with it he owes me this much" I stated after a while of contemplation, seeing as this would be the only safe option to deal with the evidence. My statement seemed to have surprised joe as he looked at me as if I had grown a second head.

Just as I was about to answer him I heard footsteps approaching us and upon turning around I saw that it was my wife, who seemed to have calmed down from her earlier anger.

She smiled at me before handing me a small booklet and stating "his name is Rakim" with a triumphant smile on her face as if she had won some kind of bet. I was utterly confused as to what she was talking about and my facial expression seemed to tell her that.

"It's all your daughter's fault" she stated as she took a seat next to me before motioning to the booklet, which I now discovered to be a passport of some sort. After opening it I saw a picture of a two-year-old with the name Rakim Eze printed on it.

"Oh ok I understand, where is Emma anyways" I answered her as I focused my attention on her again, wondering where my daughter was since she didn't follow Lisa out here.

"She's sleeping" is all that came out of her mouth leaving me further confused, wondering if she was doing it on purpose. I would never say this aloud but I think Emmas vague answers, when she is nervous or angry, are inherited from Lisa.

"Where is she sleeping" I further irritated my question to her as I was slowly losing my patience with her vague answers. Emma must have said something to make her take it out on me, it's hard sometimes (sigh).

"In her bed where else?" She answered me as if she was stating a simple fact, making it seem as if there wasn't a boy laying in our daughter's bed. Looking at her smiling expression to my dumbfounded reaction to what she told me, it seems she has achieved her goal as she burst into laughter. All I could do was facepalm at the situation and try to think of happy thoughts before I decide to actually go overboard to fight a shark.

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