Chapter 38
FBI Office, Las Vegas, Nevada
In a small conference room located at the FBI office, Rico and his team sat at the conference table. The blinds on the room’s window were open, and in the distance, the sun had just begun to peek over the mountains to the east.
FBI agent in charge, Estevan Esparza, watched the exhausted Marines. ‘These guys can’t be human,’ he thought. ‘They must have been up to over forty-eight hours by now. They’ve dismantled a bomb, been in a gunfight, and are still working. And Garcia, I can see from his face, he hurts like hell from that wound, but he just won’t quit.’
A man, much older than the rest, came into the room. “Sure, glad you remembered to invite me to the party,” said Jack Krieger. “I’ve got a sore ass from sitting in that plane waiting on you.”
