A modern two-story log cabin sat in a broad, lush valley, surrounded by snowcapped mountains. An H145 helicopter sat on a concrete pad behind the home. Inside the house, two men stood watching a massive TV screen in the kitchen. Tomás Chang, a man six feet tall with heavily muscled shoulders, wore his black hair pulled back into a queue. The other man, Brody, looked like an American cowboy. His sandy hair, combed straight back, hung to the collar of his shirt. Under Brody’s slightly bent nose was a thick drooping mustache.
As Chang and Brody watched on the security monitor, a black SUV passed through a gate, over the cattle guard, and onto their property. “Whoever that is, they’re moving fast,” said Brody.
Chang pulled open a drawer under the kitchen counter and removed two pistols.
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