"Comey just called the meeting short. Why?"
"Gonzalez is going to O'Hare. He wants me, you, and a few other select agents on this."
"Noah. Promise me... we will be safe. Who knows what Gonzalez... if thats even his real name... is capable of. Promise me... I believe in a future. I believe in... us."
"I promise Abby. I wont let you down."
It was easier said then done. Through a wiretap across all national payphones, landlines, and cellular devices (PRISM 2016, here we come!) we were able to track Gonzalez to O'Hare in Chicago, going in the Morales cartel's private plane. This was all forms of fucked up. Abby was coerced by something even I didnt know she did. She wont tell me it whatever it was. Says it was perpetuated back in soaking sun England. Was it an extradition order? A warrant same as mine? Something worse? 90 fucking degrees and I'm chasing down a rogue agent. No wonder he could translate it so well. Was that message planted, his translation false? He put those targets on us. And only one of those hitmarkers needed to hit (can you tell I've been playing COD in my spare time?)
The guy was as deadly as he was cunning. Runor spread that Gonzalez's real name was David Trodeo, second in command of Utopía's hierarchy. He answered only to a Jimenez Jonas. We could easily assume that was an alias belonging to one of the higher ups in the cartel. If either of us had a guess, we never spoke it. Jesus goddamn christ, this was a giant fucking corn maze! We knew someone named Daniel LaFuente was a higher up in the cartel... another agent gone rogue
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Virus Detected
ActionWe were told we were the good guys and our job was to make sure they didn't win. They didn't tell us about their sleeper agents within our system. They didn't tell us they had a virus capable of destabilizing all forms of communication, hospital net...
