Tate pov
Of course, he was in Texas down in San Antonio only a couple of hours from the Mexican border. God he hated Texas, it was always godawful hot. While Texas had strict rules on crime it didn’t mean people didn’t break them every day. Which is why they were San Antonio was a hub of trafficking whether it was people or guns.
Tate wasn’t sure what channels the DOD had to go through to get the clearance for this little OP to get through, but he and Garcia were the only men from their unit that went on the op with MPs. Tate wasn’t sure why.
The plane landed on the edge of San Antonio and the team met up with some guys in suits.
“Feds,” Garcia told him as they both checked their weapons.
“What are we waiting for?” Tate asked Garcia as the men stood at the ready for the last twen
