I adjust the tie around my neck in front of the mirror. My head hurts, I'm stubbornly frustrated because of the damn problem that occurred two days ago with a drug shipment that was supposed to reach Canada without being looted. I can't figure out what the hell happened, how my men were intercepted when the only ones who knew about the delivery were us and the buyer.
They all died with their heads held high. Our creed is loyalty or death, and each of them died knowing that their loyalty will be rewarded to their families for the rest of their lives.
An honorable act, but it still seems like a damn mess to me.
Someone on that side wanted to screw us, and now I had to send Reed in search of answers. In search of a name, two, or however many are necessary to find those responsible for the
