"It's closer, so there's less travel time to get there."
Jacob leaned back, crossing his arms. "Once we're inside?"
"That's when we improvise," I said, my tone like steel. "I'm going to call Agent Turner at the CIA. Of course, for what I want to happen, he will need clearance from the Mexican government. Not all the girls being held are American, but a good portion are. We're going to need to rescue them. I will need more men outside the parameters of the compound so we can get everyone out alive."
I ran my hands through my hair.
"Hector is well guarded. We can't take any chances. I think if done correctly, you and I can take out most of these men one by one if we have to. As long as we are under cover and they suspect nothing, I don't see why we can't. I know I can take two or three at a time, and you're able to do the same. We have identical skills."
Jacob folded his arms over his chest, smiling. "Keep going. It sounds good so far."
I smirked, continuing with the plan.
"Both of us will be armed with concealed blades, and compact firearms if Zach can map out the security checks. We'll locate Kitlyn and Becca, then move when themusic's loud, and the crowd and guards are distracted. We get them out, breathing and in one piece. Anyone in our way dies. No warning. No mercy. I want Hector alive if possible. His brothers will also pay dearly for their part in abusing Kitlyn, Becca and all the other women they've taken over the years."
I sat in the chair, cracking my knuckles.
"That's one scenario. The other is we go in as buyers and place the highest bid for the girls. Get them out safely, then we go back and storm the whole compound with the CIA's help. Release all the victims and dismantle the entire operation."
I felt my face burn with anger.
"No matter what the outcome, I want Hector alive."
Jacob smiled, nodding. "Of course, boss. He will be all yours."
I looked back at the camera. Her and Becca were still cleaning the apartment, whispering to one another. It was impossible to hear a fucking thing they were saying. I understood why they kept their voices low, but I wanted to know what the hell they were up to so the rescue would go as smoothly as possible.
I spoke, grabbing Zach's attention.
"Is there a way you can fix it so I can hear what the hell Kit and Becca are talking about?"
My brother's voice came through again.
"I can't fix the audio on the feed; the volume is as high as it will go. It's not made for whispering, just basic conversation. As for the plan of getting them the hell out of that shithole, the live footage will be piped into both of your phones fromnow until the mission is over. Wednesday night, I will jam their feed as long as I can so you can get in and out without interference, but remember, Hector has his own security detail. They will shoot first, no questions asked, so you have to be very careful. This isn't just going out to assassinate someone who pissed off a cartel. You're talking about getting past a small army."
I smirked. "Good. Saves me the trouble of explaining why they're all about to die."
Jacob chuckled. "We definitely need to buy masks that cover our entire faces. Something that won't slip in a fight."
"I'm already on it. Amazon same-day pickup, my friend."
I showed him the order. Two lifelike masks were ready to go. One was a werewolf, and the other was a black and red devil. Two perfect characters for our highly anticipated party. We can pick it up anytime at an Amazon locker.
By the time we wrapped everything up, my pulse was steady, my mind clear. This wasn't just an op anymore.
It was a hunt, and I never lose my prey.
Chapter 16
Trafficked
Kitlyn
The place was quiet and peaceful without Hector. So quiet, it magnified the refrigerator's hum. We sat on the floor beside the bed, naked, with our knees drawn in for comfort. It was warm in the apartment, even with the slight breeze coming in from the open veranda.
We didn't dare sit on any of the furniture for fear of leaving stains on them. Hector would no doubt whip our asses if there were anypussy snot,as he called it, left behind. He was such a vile, disgusting man.
He left us hours ago with his guards standing outside the door. We weren't sure what to do after we cleaned the place up, so we just sat like two sitting ducks waiting for his return.
