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disappeared. Find out what you can and report back to me once you have found them.” The giant man acknowledged, opened the door and was gone.
    Kervin Esperanza stood at a massive six-foot five inches tall. His lanky body was all muscle and his two hundred and forty pound frame showed exactly that. As the head of security for the cartel, his primary job function was to be an enforcer. On more than one occasion, this meant that a person had lost their life to protect the honor of his employer.
    Esperanza was a violent man with a violent past. When he was fourteen, he killed for the first time. It was over a simple disagreement which escalated into an argument and he stabbed an eighteen year old boy in the throat, and then stood over him as he bled out in the street. A blood lust was born within him that day. From that moment, he took out anyone who got in his way or that he simply didn’t like. He had lost count of how many people he had killed over the years, and many of those victims were at the request of his current employer.
    Vallejos heard about this young man who had a thirst for blood and offered him a job as a muscle man. After quickly proving himself to be trustworthy, he was rapidly promoted to head of security. It was a position the ferocious giant had held onto for over a decade now, and showed no signs of relinquishing.
    The sheer hatred in the man had served his employer well over the years. He faithfully did the bidding of his superior and he did it without hesitation or regard to his own safety or well-being. He was the ultimate mercenary and Vallejos was proud to have him on his payroll.
    A few hours had passed when Esperanza returned back to office. The look on his face did not sit well with the cartel leader, as he knew he was about to receive bad news.
    “We found the men. They are dead. They were about two miles away from the site. We scoured the area and discovered a United States Geological Survey truck nearby. It looks as if someone was conducting business out by the lagoon, but we could find no sign of them either. I gave strict orders not to touch anything and just wait to see if anyone returns. I don’t know what happened, but whatever it was; it lured the men away from the site. Whoever they were chasing got to them first.”
    Vallejos was angered. “Who do we have that we can talk to? Somebody has to know something. My men are dead. I want to know who is responsible!”
    Esperanza concurred. “I’ll find out who is to be held accountable for this and they will breathe their last breath at the grip of my hand.”
     
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    Mercer sat in the driver’s seat of a burgundy Jeep Wrangler. He looked over his shoulder just in time to see Emily emerging from the Colonel’s tent and noticed Vigil was right by her side. He walked her the entire way to the car and politely opened the door to let her in.
    “I’ll take it from here, Casanova,” said Mercer. “She’s in good hands.”
    Vigil quipped, “Hey, I couldn’t let the pretty lady go off without getting the good ol’ Vigil treatment.”
    “Well, sir, you have exceeded your hospitable traits and were more than a perfect gentleman. I thank you kindly,” expressed Emily.
    “Anything for you, my dear,” he said as he closed her door.
    Mercer looked her in the eyes and asked, “Are you sure that you’re up for this? You’ve been through more than enough in the last twenty-four hours.”
    She was appreciative of his concerns. “I got a fair amount of sleep last night. I want to do this. I’m okay.”
    With that, he threw the transmission into first gear and headed down the dirt road. He had strict orders from Hunt to take Emily to her van to retrieve her vehicle and belongings. He was to then escort her back to the NESA camp.
    Hunt tried to persuade her from making the trip, but her resilience would take no part in staying behind while her van and equipment were recovered. She wanted to make sure all of the data her and Tony had