never any need for it to be so. The cartels bathed the residents and local government officials in cash; their loyalty was bought and paid for. There was no need for secrets.
Having completed Goat’s debriefing, Colt reviewed his notes, walked back into the bathroom, and began another series of phone calls. Twenty minutes later he returned and addressed the men in the room.
“Bunny was snatched by the Cordobas. According to the kid they are holding him about a hundred miles south of here in an old farmhouse. José Cordoba ordered the action and now that they have him, he’s coming down personally to handle things. The word that the kid got was that he should be here in two days. They won’t kill him until José gets here; he will probably want to do it himself considering the fact that it’s Bunny and now he doesn’t have to worry about the DEA or the US government getting involved. He knows he can take his time. That’s a bad thing, boys. If we don’t get Bunny back before José gets here, it’ll be worse than what they did to my brother. We only got one shot at this; we can’t fuck it up. I got the Colombian confirming everything the kid told me. He should be able to get an exact location for the farmhouse and details about the security there. He’s also gonna have our transport standing by. Seven, we’re gonna need your skills. Have you flown anything since you lost your leg?”
“Not since the crash, no, but that’s not an issue. I can fly anything with a rotor, big or small. It’s not an issue. I can fly,” Seven said confidently.
“Good, ’cause we’re gonna need you. I don’t know what kind of combat you’ve seen but this could get a little dicey.”
“Put me in the seat and I’ll get you there. I’ll get you home.”