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“Coming up on the first target. We’re just southeast of Mexicali. The compound of Hector Vasquez,” the pilot announced over the Ghostrider’s intercom.
It was a mission near and dear to Taz’s heart.
Vasquez was the one who’d taken their money and chosen the coyote man to take them safely over the border. How many women, who hadn’t had the premium for the legitimate papers, had simply been sold into the s*x trade after he’d enjoyed a bit of r**e?
Jeremy had showed her how and she had the night-vision image up on the targeting monitor.
“The armory is here and the garage is here,” she showed Jeremy his targets. She set a cursor on the screen between their stations that showed an infrared view of Vasquez’s compound. Then she shifted to the second location.
“Got them. You ready?” Jeremy
