As promised, I met Sergeant Wright and the others at exactly nine-thirty that evening. Our team was very formidable and consisted of eighteen members, all men and all armed. There was myself, Sergeant Wright, twelve security guys, and Dan Gordon was once again the driver. In addition, Teixeira had sent two of his men, both armed with M-16s. Oscar Hernandez was the ex-Brazilian Army volunteer and he carried his personal firearm, a Colt 9mm automatic, in a shoulder-holster.
As we were only using one bus tonight, the security escort would be travelling in the three big SUVs. We peeled out of the school parking lot just before ten o’clock and headed for our destination, an abandoned church about five miles away.
I’d given Dan a GPS with the co-ordinates programmed in and he followed the dire
