Snake's POV

"He's late," Dagger said as we started looking over the IHOP lunch menu. We'd been here for four hours already, he should have been back in under two.

"He's still not answering his phone," Stain said as he walked in and set my Nokia cell phone on the table. "Goes right to message."

"That doesn't mean anything, you know coverage is shit away from the freeway," I said. "Still, he should have checked in."

"I'm going to check back home," I said. Grabbing the phone, I walked outside the building where I could get a decent signal. We had been rotating people to the parking lot the whole...