Amazon's Coliseum III (ENG)

Chapter 62: Rata Blanca

Bogotá, Colombia

The Council President, Chocolate's mentor, was sorting out some business at his desk when his secretary arrived.

—Mr. ****, we have the autopsy results.

—Before that, are my tickets to Mexico ready?

—Yes, they are.

—Perfect; and one more thing, did you also get those documents?

—Everything's arranged and ready. Shall I bring them to you?

—When you tell me the autopsy results.

And the woman told him. The President's solemn tone gave no hint of what was going through his head after that response.

—Then I need you to do me another small favor. Well, rather, two. First: what's the likelihood of you contacting me with the Hungarian embassy in Mexico? Second: I want you to contact the Mexican Fiscalía General de la República; this last thing is nothing special, I just want to talk to someone arrested.

—I'll do it right away.

—Hágale pues...

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Metropolitan Area

—What the fuck happened?!

—You say that as if it's my fault. I coordinated a group of professionals whose operation was screwed up by a bunch of gangsters and hoodlums who think they're soldiers because they have tactical gear.

—My group was well-coordinated, this shouldn't have happened. I demand an explanation!

—Explanation? One of my best men just died, a beloved war hero in Israel. Besides that, agents from Spain, Germany, and Belgium also died. And to top it off, the ineptitude of the freaking monkeys you call soldiers led to an AIVD agent now going missing, who, to make matters worse, is the brother-in-law of a very good friend of mine. You gonna demand explanations from me, you son of a bitch?!

Navarez was on the verge of letting loose several offensive comments, even getting personal about his ethnic background.

—I just want you to consider this: do you think I would dare send those people to their deaths? Do you know that those guys were hitmen from the **** Cartel, the **** and from ***? Do you know that I was responsible for those people and that if I don't give their bosses an explanation, the next thing that will happen might be me getting a bullet in my head?

—In the best-case scenario.

—That's right, and I know you're also being pressured by a lot of people; the Europeans will want to know what happened, the NSA too, and many non-governmental and commercial agencies will also want explanations. So, what I recommend is that you start thinking about what could have happened. Is someone playing games with us?

—If that someone is any of Chocolate's friends or those women, it's something we can sort out in no time. Otherwise, we can consider ourselves done. The Prime Minister of Israel is also pressuring me because he knows that if we fail, our movement, him, and everything we've fought for will be in danger; in the worst case, I'll have no choice but to negotiate.

—So what? What about me?

—You? You, first of all, have to make sure you can get out of all this unscathed. Look for an agreement... or pray, if you still believe in anything. That, or maybe we can save ourselves if you put a bullet in Chocolate and anyone who's helping her heads, since we're at it.

The man hung up, leaving Bernardo Navarez quite frustrated, running his hand over his head after hearing about the failure of his operation. The businessman wasn't dumb; he sensed that someone else had intervened and knew it was someone "beyond" his or Chocolate's interests. At that moment, his phone startled him; after recovering, he picked it up.