The lush rainforest was bordered by an impressively beautiful white sand beach. The ranger drifted silently through the interior of the colorful dense rainforest. Jamal traveled over the hilly, terrain atop Mount St. George and discovered the cascading Juan River and a breathtakingly amazing waterfall. He made camp for a few hours beside the quiet lake formed at the bottom of the waterfall. He placed his gear against the tree and slowly searched the area with his eyes and ears. Jamal was seen only by the bizarre variety of insect and wildlife as he patiently waited for the sun to descend over the horizon. The U.S Army ranger will kill his prey under the cover of the night.
Resolutely, the sun traveled across the blue sky to rest below the horizon. Jamal carefully retraced his path. He slowly descended Mount St. George into the waiting rainforest under the cover of the dark moonlight. He carefully exited the rainforest and entered the farmlands. The scenery changed from the fragrant mango and magnolia trees to the green fields of the farms. The ranger continued his journey to the cartel's camp. Jamal traveled unseen through the fields for about another mile and came upon Carrillo's estate.
The stately southern style plantation mansion was built with the traditional columns and the enormous front porch. The Micas Clan headquarters was large but it was, also, secure. The entire grounds of the compound were surrounded by a razor wire topped five feet tall cinder block wall. The grounds and surrounding area were monitored by fifteen security video cameras. The only entrance into the compound came through a large steel gate in the front of the compound and in the rear. Six well trained guards stood post at each of the gates and at other points around the compound. The mission report indicated a security force of about sixty men and twelve well-trained German Shepherds.
Carrillo constructed a fabulous swimming pool and patio in the rear of the main house to host his many lavish parties and gatherings. The pool was equipped with a water slide, three hot tubs, a bar, and a dance floor. A seven-foot tall sliding glass door served as the rear entrance into the house. Jamal noticed that the house began to come alive with movement. Three black Mercedes, a Ford F350 King Cab truck, and two event caterer trucks hurriedly rush toward the large mansion for the event. Today, Cárdenas Carrillo planned to celebrate his youngest daughter’s, Maria, sweet sixteenth birthday. The elites of the Micas Clan were expected to attend. This was to be a grand occasion before Jamal received the mission.
From a safe distance, the ranger watched as the cars and trucks drive into the camp. The intelligence report estimated the crowd to be one hundred and fourteen. Carefully, he inched closer to the road. He quickly scurried across it to venture to the back of the cartel's camp. Slowly, Jamal inches through the field under the safety of the Moss cover. Unseen, he headed for some trees about half of a mile from the back patio. The ranger carefully maneuvered up a magnolia tree in the rear of the property. He adjusted the sight on the weapon and slowly scanned the area around the rear of the house. The party guest started arriving and all the curtains were pulled back from the windows. The ranger leered through the scope and searched, room by room, the entire backside of the house. Throughout the large house, the maids and staff work quickly to prepare for the party. A young girl and old woman dressed in one of the bedrooms upstairs. He spotted Cárdenas Carrillo downstairs greeting guests in the hallway. He was not a very hard target to find.
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