35
Found Out
It wasn’t getting any safer on the mean streets of Neza-Chalco-Izta. But at least we had Kevlar and automatic weapons.
We moved in tandem, using textbook moves right out of the JPAC kill manual. As the closest either of us got to being a Type A, I took the lead, with Nathan bringing up the rear.
We moved in bursts between streets, police radios turned low, chattering quietly away. From what we could hear, they’d reacted exactly as we’d hoped, dispatching a couple of units deeper into the slums to help fight a growing mass of angry gang members, putting their differences to one side and joining forces with La Firma against the might of the federal police.
The only tricky part was we were now dressed as cops. Which meant we were a target for just about every ne’er do well i
