An old GMC box truck ran across the desert with its lights off despite it being One am. The engine was running hot, and the cargo hold was boiling. Wendy was watching the truck as it made its way from Mexico to the United States. She looked through an infrared camera seeing the engine, driver, and passenger and what must be six to nine people in the box. Wendy said to George, “those guys are going to burn that engine up.” George asked, “are they coyotes or mules?” Wendy looked back to the truck box. In the center was a dark pile of something. Wendy replied, “I don’t know for sure, maybe both.” She tapped George on the head and pointed to his ears as she put on her headphones. She said, “range three hundred yards with a ten mile an hour wind from the southwest.” George took aim as he thumbed the safety off. He asked, “what if I miss or the shot passes through to the box?” Wendy said, “range two eighty and don’t miss. As for the box. Collateral damage. Now fire.” George fired two rounds from his fifty-caliber Barrett rifle. The first round hit center mass in the chest of the driver giving the passenger just a second to scream just before his head was struck by a supersonic round.