Tamaulipan MattoralS
hake and Mike lay prone on the hill watching the training site at mid-morning. According to their reconnaissance SOP, Manny Chavez was down below them on rear security and connected by the signal rope. It was a little more promising today. There had been a phone call to one of the guys in training and that had thrown some crap in his game—whatever it was. There was some florid discussion accompanied by plenty of arm waving, and Mike got a good recording of some angry outbursts in Arabic. It looked and sounded like an argument or at least a very heated discussion. The point was that it was in Arabic rather than the fractured English they’d picked up previously, and Shake was hoping it might reveal something incriminating.
Before the call, they’d gotten some good shots
