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“.... Who is this and why are you calling me at 3 in the morning?” Ilya rubs sleep out of his eye, trying to concentrate on what’s being said on the other end of the line. The last thing he was expecting was Holmberg’s timid(for once) voice crackling through the line.
“Uh, hey Cap….. We -uh - we kind of need your help”
“Bergy? What is meaning of this? And this ‘we’ better not mean all 4 of my naughty rookies.” Exasperation floods Ilya’s voice as he shakes Shane awake. “Malysh, the idiots did something and need our help.”
“Wha- What? What could they possibly be doing at…. 2:47 in the morning?”
“Good question. Holmberg! I want explanation now.”
“Okay….. So me and the guys are out in…” Ilya hears an audible gulp. “We’re in Mexico.”
“.......”
“Cap? Are you still there? Fuck guys I think the shitty wifi buzzed out again. Who else can we call?”
“Don’t worry Holmberg I am still on line. I’m just contemplating how not to have a….. What is word? Brain explosion? I don’t care I’m too angry for real words right now. Where exactly in Mexico are you?”
“We’re in this crappy little motel in Tijuana…. It’s called JESUS YOUNG DON’T WALK INTO THE ROAD!”
Ilya is flustered and struggling to understand what is happening for several reasons.
- His rookies who were instructed to be back in their hotel room IN CALIFORNIA are now at some shady inn in a different country
- Clearly the rookies are incapacitated in some manner for the normally careful Jimmy Young to be nearly walking into the road
And
- Holmberg (HOLMBERG) is apparently the only one that thought to call Ilya when he is usually the most troublesome and stubborn-headed of all of the rookies
“... Cap?” Ilya’s ‘baby’ Luca Haas’s voice filtered through the phone, sounding wobbly.
“ Can you please come get us? I want to go home, and I’m - I’m sorry for all this.” He trembled out.
Ilya takes a deep breath and recognizes that there is no way to kill the young men (or blister their asses through the phone, so the best course of action is to find where they are.
“It is ok, Luca. Can you give Bergy the phone back? Shane and I are coming to get you.”
“Hey, Cap, I'm back. Sorry I was grabbing Jimmy and we’re on a payphone so Luca needed to keep the line on.”
“Okay Bergy it is alright. Shane and I are coming to get you. Now please try to tell me where you are. Just Tijuana is not enough information.”
“Yeah ok… The motel we’re at is called Juanita & Sherry’s.”
Looking to his side, Shane is grabbing their jackets as well as extra jackets and water bottlers for the boys. Ilya pulls up the maps on his phone and finds the motel the boys are at.
“We will be there in 2 hours. Do NOT move and call me again in 30 minutes as a check-in.”
“Yes Ilya. Thank you.”
“Of course, Bergy. Sit tight and we will be there soon. And Nathaniel?”
“Yeah?”
“Your asses will be toast.” Ilya cuts the call, only imagining the look on Holmberg’s face as he awaits them.