One month ago,
Luis striped and cleaned an AK47 at a table in what was the local police station. As he worked, he inspected the parts making sure it would work when needed. When he was finished, he moved on to the next one. As he worked on the guns, Jorge taught basic stratagem to the men assigned to guard duty. Both Luis and Jorge join the cartel using their experience with the military and as private security to gain access. Their final payment would be an entrance into America guarding a shipment using their training to cross the desert. A large man with tattoos running up his arms and a thirteen tattooed on his face walked into the room. Tony always looked like he was about to either kill or fall asleep. In most cases, he never had to say a word his presence intimidated people into doing what he wanted. Unlike the others, Tony was neither Mexican or a part of the cartel. He was born in Spain and moved to America where he joined a gang at the age of fourteen. He was there to buy guns and drugs.
Luis watched Tony out of the corner of his eye while never stopping his work on the guns. Tony picked up one of the Russian built rifles and held it in his arms. He said, “dam that’s heavy.” Without taking his eyes off his work, Luis said, “yes, that is an original milled receiver which tends to be heavy and stronger than the cheap stamped AKs.” Tony put the gun to his shoulder. Luis said, “the weight helps with the recoil making it easier to keep on target.” Tony dropped the rifle on the table causing it to shake. He then picked up a small automatic Mac-10 with a suppressor. He held it out like he was spraying a crowd saying, “now this is more my style.” Luis whispered, “cheap, inaccurate and small.” Tony held out the gun miming firing at people as they walked by the window. Wanting this man to go, Luis said, “that Mac-10 uses 9mm making it easier to get the ammunition, and without the suppressor, it’s easy to conceal.” Tony put the gun back on the table gently. He said, “I’ll tell your bosses we want as many of the Mac-10s as he will sell us.” Luis nodded as he stripped an old Beretta 92 down. He watched Tony leave thinking about how easy it would be to bury a knife in his back.
An hour later, Jorge walked into the room with two rifles. He put them on the table and sat down across from Luis and stared. After a few minutes of this Luis looked over at him and angrily said, “what?” Jorge leaned back and said, “that asshole Tony came into the office and complained about how you acted to him and the lack of respect.” Luis replied, “I have no respect for crap on my shoe.” Jorge turned to the window and said, “we are almost out of here. All we need to do is keep our cool, and soon we can be over the border and going to work.” Luis stopped working and asked, “you found her didn’t you.” Jorge turned back to Luis then to the door. He said, “Maria is back in my parent’s house with that man……... and their child.” It had been nearly three years since they left her in that room as she was being raped. In that time her rapist decided to keep her and play house. After joining the cartel, Jorge did his best to find out what happened to his sister Maria and Luis’s sister Sara. The closest he ever got to Sara was a picture with the amount of nine-hundred dollars printed on the back. A few days ago, he saw a pregnant Maria as she walked around what passed as a market. He followed her back to the hose where she saw another child around the age of two. Maria never saw him.
The cartel was starting to talk about the chances that the American President could get his wall. An order came in from Mexico City that the shipments needed to speed up. The next few nights were going to be clear and moonless. A kind of dark that is almost unbelievable. Five men started across the desert toward a place where there is little to go fencing or guards. Ten minutes from the border the men came to a dark form standing in front of them. Without a word, the form opened fire cutting all five men down. From there the form took the drugs buried it in the sand. Two days later and they were watching how Mexican and American authorities found a mass grave near the border but nothing about the drugs. Jorge had cleaned the Mac-10 he had used and put it back in with the shipment for Tony. He also placed something else in the shipment. The next morning a tanker truck backed up to the makeshift warehouse that was once someone’s home. A secret compartment ran down the center hidden under the oil was used for smuggling. Jorge and another two men packed the compartment with the drugs and guns Tony bought. Jorge made sure the box with the something special was packed close to the cab.
An hour across the border, Tony sat in the back of the cab with a girl he picked up back in Mexico. She wanted across the border and was willing to do anything to get there. As she went down on him, Tony laughed on how easy it was to get across with his cargo. The border inspectors didn’t even look in the back of the cab. He told the cartel that his truck was the new way and any fixed tunnel was just a hole waiting to be filled. A thump then another thump woke Tony up then the back of the truck exploded separating from the cab. The cab rolled as the woman in Tony’s lap was struck biting down taking Tony’s penis with her. Tony had just seconds to realize what just happened before he went out a window and was consumed by the oil fire. The driver went through the windshield leaving the choking bloody woman as the only survivor. By the end of the day, both sides of the border were told what to look for when it came to this kind of smuggling and the cartel focused on the tunnel and overland smuggling.