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milio Contreras had just finished inventory for the new job that would take him on the road and finally get him the hell out of shadows where he was forced to live. Sitting on his sister’s kitchen table, cleaned, oiled, and ready for loading, were the tools of his trade. He had a very nice Glock 19 with an extended magazine and 100 rounds of 9mm Speer Gold Dot ammo, a Benelli M2 12-gauge semi-auto shotgun with two boxes of deer slugs, and a Ruger Mini-14 Tactical Rifle with 50 rounds of ball ammo. It had been difficult, risky, and very expensive to amass all the firepower, but he wasn’t paying the bills.
Chico, a trusted compadre from the local MS-13 organization, was due around midnight at the wheel of a Jeep Wrangler Unlimited that featured a hidden compartment under the f
