"You're the Clown?" the aide exclaimed in surprise, his eyes hardening as he whispered into the boss's ear.
"I like that nickname," Jeff Bennett said with a forced smile.
"I've come to take my man home."
He glanced at the bodies sitting distantly and nodded to the two subordinates behind him, who then walked over.
"You want to take the bodies?"
"He'll be buried in the intelligence agency's cemetery."
Luigi Cardona nodded as if struck by a thought, "We found a photo of him with a daughter; the drug trafficker won't..."
"Don't worry, his daughter is studying on Guadalupe Island."
In Mexico, that is the safest place.
After all, it's the "Emperor's" rise to power; you could encounter problems everywhere else, but there? All are die-hard loyalists.
Jeff Bennett narrowed his eyes, "If we don't retaliate for our man being killed, when the Governor returns, he would scold us."
Intelligence departments are usually petty.
