My eyes never left hers, and for a full minute I couldn’t break the hold…didn’t want to. She nodded. I shifted gears in my head, stood taller, and left.
Here we go.
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The winds were strong as we swept over the Mexican border and deep into the unknown. The buzz of the chopper seemed to help the guys focus on what awaited us on the ground. Our mission was to locate a group of missing teens who had last been seen three days before in the company of one of the local Cartel runners, Juan. Cole explained that one of the girls taken was connected to a politician in Wyoming. Frank’s informant said he had eyes on them somewhere in Rosarito. Juan was an i***t, according to Mark. He was a guy who loved the idea of being what he saw as a big-time Army informant. He would puff himself up and giv
