The music was blaring, the champagne was flowing. The bikini's were skimpy, and they laid in the deck in the same place they were taken off. Cigars ashed in their glass trays next to the lines of the cocaína that lay strewn across the table. There were empty corona bottles that rolled from one side of the deck to the other as the yacht bounced in the current. The radar beeped and spun a top the yacht and the tinted windows gleamed in the Caribbean sun.

There was blood in the water.

Alejandro had arrived with the ladies, but he wasn't alone. He was being tailed. They arrived shortly after he did. Their fancy boats, their vests, their loudspeakers. And guns, a good amount of guns. Their orders, always barking orders.

The ladies were nervous, panicking. Some of them were exchange students looking to get away from their degrees for a while and have a good time. Some were models. Some weren't.

All of them had good bodies, however, and could drink like a fish.

Shoe prints on the white deck, small droplets of blood around them as well. This was supposed to be a fiesta, a joyous occasion, a return to normalcy. Instead, it was a massacre.

It had been far too long since Alejnadro and Hanari had gotten together, far too long since they partied their faces off until the sun rose over the horizon, far too long until the ladies blew lines off their chests while they smoked a cigar or polished or counted their money. Far too long since an injury kept them away from the life they loved.

Hanari was looking forward to their meeting. Alejandro had claimed he had an ephiphany in that hospital bed, that he had found out who he truly was, that he was a changed man.

People don't change. They only tell you they do when they need something.

Alejandro was still a snake. A rat in the cage that will bite any hand that enters, unless that hand had food. Maybe even then. He was also an idiot. Not because he was actually stupid, but he was reckless. He spoke before he thought about his words. He talked tougher than he was capable of backing up and looked to others to assist him when the shit was stacked too high. It kind of reminded Hanari of someone else who did the same thing.

He knew from the moment he hung up the phone that he was being tailed. He was never good at being sneaky. Ever since he flipped and put away one of the island's biggest organized crime families to save his own skin, he had been on their radar. Follow him, arrest him, he'll talk, let him out. Rinse and repeat. Hanari saw the small black dot on the horizon before Alejanro even noticed it. He set the binoculars on the table next to the cocaína. It wouldn't be long now. As the speedboat carrying the women got closer, close enough to see their faces, he waved. His other hand behind his back, gripping the handle of his pistol.

As the ladies began to unload, Hanari checked the binoculars again. Boats, many of them. Surely it was the policía. He smiled again.

"Ladies, help yoursevles."

They did.

He looked at Alejandro and smiled as well. "Old friend, we do it again."

Alejandro smiled back. "Sí. Como en los viejos tiempos."

They walked to the edge of the port side, gripping the rail and looking out over the endless blue.

"Como en los viejos tiempos."

He put the gun to the back of his old friends head.

The ladies were still screaming when el policia arrived.

-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_

Hanari stepped out from the cabin of his yacht, the sole survivor. He walked by Alejandro's body on the deck, which was wrapped in one of those dumb Mastermind "I Mastered Your Mind" tee shirts. Hanari sat down on the lounge chair on the deck of the yacht, and lit a Cuban. He swirled the bottle of Casamigos before pouring some in a rocks glass.

Taking a big drag, he kicked the body under the lame tee shirt and rolled it under the handrail, into the water below. He could hear the sharks splashing as he took a drink. They had quite the feast today. Setting the drink down and taking another drag, he blew out a smoke ring and laid back. Today was a good day.

He was going to hurt a man in 24 hours time, and that was perfectly okay with him.