12-28-2020, 09:11 AM
"Buenos dias amigo!"
Alex turns to find Sanchez glaring at him with his trademark smarmy grin. He is flanked by two of his
well-armed men. The day was off to a perfect start.
Driver gets the man to his feet and marches him back to the main tunnel.
There he is met by man four, his face telling a tragic story.
"He's gone."
Driver and Delia look over to see man three on the ground. Amidst the wild shoot out he was the unlucky
recipient of a round to the neck. Quick and painless was what he deserved. Hopefully that's what he got.
"Fuck!" driver shouts, pushing their captive against the wall.
"We need to split! Federales en route!" man two exclaims.
"I'm not leaving him!" driver shouts.
Delia hustles over to the man, throws off her weapon-filled duffle and gets to it.
"We're not leaving him! We're sending him Home!" she yells.
That rocket launcher she so dearly loved was too much for the black bag; but these C4 charges weren't.
Driver grabs the captive and begins walking him out.
"You got thirty seconds!" he informs Delia.
Her hands scrambling to set the charge, sweat dripping from her face; she was in her element.
The men burst from the exit at a gallop. Delia crosses from darkness to light just as man three
gets the send off he would've wanted. The blast scattered dust and rubble wide. Not one of them
stopped or turned until they were a safe distance away. Delia looked back at her handiwork.
One less tunnel in Juarez.
They spot Alex's truck about a hundred yards away next to a small brick building. Driver looks over
at Delia and his men.
"Our chariot awaits."
Alex turns to find Sanchez glaring at him with his trademark smarmy grin. He is flanked by two of his
well-armed men. The day was off to a perfect start.
Driver gets the man to his feet and marches him back to the main tunnel.
There he is met by man four, his face telling a tragic story.
"He's gone."
Driver and Delia look over to see man three on the ground. Amidst the wild shoot out he was the unlucky
recipient of a round to the neck. Quick and painless was what he deserved. Hopefully that's what he got.
"Fuck!" driver shouts, pushing their captive against the wall.
"We need to split! Federales en route!" man two exclaims.
"I'm not leaving him!" driver shouts.
Delia hustles over to the man, throws off her weapon-filled duffle and gets to it.
"We're not leaving him! We're sending him Home!" she yells.
That rocket launcher she so dearly loved was too much for the black bag; but these C4 charges weren't.
Driver grabs the captive and begins walking him out.
"You got thirty seconds!" he informs Delia.
Her hands scrambling to set the charge, sweat dripping from her face; she was in her element.
The men burst from the exit at a gallop. Delia crosses from darkness to light just as man three
gets the send off he would've wanted. The blast scattered dust and rubble wide. Not one of them
stopped or turned until they were a safe distance away. Delia looked back at her handiwork.
One less tunnel in Juarez.
They spot Alex's truck about a hundred yards away next to a small brick building. Driver looks over
at Delia and his men.
"Our chariot awaits."
