David sat in the back room with Xavier and Sarah. The lights were low. Scott had sent an anonymous message earlier with partial good intel about a larger Aragua operation. It was a money and document drop at an old warehouse near the port.
“This looks useful,” David said. “Scott gave us the time and the number of guards. We can hit it tonight, but we stay careful. It is a bigger place, so we go in smart.”
Xavier checked the map. “I will drive the second car. Riley and Sarah, you take the side. David and I will hit the front. We grab the documents and any cash we can. Then we get out fast.”
Sarah nodded. “Let us make this one count. We need more names to take down the politicians.”
They left the safe house after midnight. The rain had stopped, but the streets were still wet. They parked
