I was sitting at home on the couch later that evening, flicking through the tv channels when my pocket vibrated. Groaning, I took out my phone to see who had messaged;
Max:
Bro you’re not going to believe this.
Alejandro:
What?
Max:
You got personally invited to an auction.
I knew exactly what that meant and it made me feel sick to the stomach. Looking at the phone queasily, I read the invitation Max had sent through and sure enough that’s what it was.
An invite to a human trafficking auction.
Alejandro:
Send me the address. I’m going there with a unit.
Max:
Already on it boss.
I made a few quick phone calls to my unit, and within thirty minutes we were geared up and rolling towards the address Max had sent us. I sat in the back of a cold, black van, on my way to go kill som
