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driving out there before he picked up the weapons, so he returned to the hotel and called Valiente, who confirmed he had everything. They agreed to meet in half an hour at a restaurant in town and the hand-off went uneventfully. Valiente’s security men kept a watchful eye out for threats as they chatted over a snack, before El Rey transferred the golf-bag with the weapons in it to the Lobo. By the time he made it back to the hotel it was ten at night and he was tired, so after checking the weapons and loading them, he took a two hour cat-nap. The slumber did him a world of good, and by one a.m. he was parked a quarter mile from Manuel Remarosa’s opulent home. He would use the Glock and the M-4 for this exercise, and hoped he’d be able to get in and out without having to fire the assault rifle. The pistol would be relatively silent; but opening up with an automatic rifle would draw considerable undesired attention.

El Rey was dressed from head to toe in dark gray camouflage, nearly invisible as he slid silently through the brush on the periphery of the estate. He could make out the silhouettes of the armed guards sitting at their assigned points near the primary entry areas, so didn’t anticipate any problems getting in and out. The one who sat on the breakfast patio was out of sight of the rest, so he was the weak link. The plan was to take him out and then simply walk into the house, make his way to the target’s bedroom and do the deed. It would be over in no time, before the guards had any idea what had happened.

The hurdle was how to cross the expanse of open space between the brush and the house without being detected. He’d need to time it perfectly so as to avoid getting into a firefight. This kind of spur of the moment operation, which he hated, depended entirely on the element of surprise. He preferred to plan his future hits carefully but he’d been handed the means by which to begin his career with a bang, so he’d do what needed to be done on these two.

The problem was that, as he watched the house, he couldn’t see any means to reach it without alarming the guard and bringing the full wrath of four armed men down on him. It sucked, but he would need to modify his plan to reflect reality. He’d thought that one of the angles would keep him hidden until he was almost right on the man, but once he was in the brush he discovered that was illusory.

Calculating his next move, he hunkered down to wait, figuring it would be a long night.

Manuel Remarosa stretched on his four poster bed, and rolled over so that the morning light from the window wouldn’t wake him up anymore than he already was. Sadie, his golden retriever, had other ideas and, hearing her master shift on the bed, decided it was time to send him a message of undying love in the form of sloppy wet kisses on his face. She jumped up onto the mattress between Manuel and his wife, Gloria, and firmly deposited herself, lavishing her beloved master with affection. Manuel swatted at her halfheartedly before rolling over again towards the window, resigned to his fate. He couldn’t really get too angry with Sadie – she’d been sleeping on the bed with him since a tiny puppy of six weeks, and it was only since she turned one year old a few months ago and was now an adult that she’d been relegated to the terracotta tile of the floor.

“She loves you, amor. And you’re the one who wanted a dog,” Gloria murmured from her position on the bed, her voice thick with sleep.

“I know, I know. Don’t get up. I’ll take her out for a little exercise,” Manuel replied sarcastically.

Gloria ignored the jab, already drifting back to dreamland. Manuel slid on his slippers and trundled across the floor to the bathroom, Sadie locked to his side in anticipation of going for a walk. He stood at the toilet going about his business, Sadie obediently waiting for him on the other side of the threshold to the forbidden area, and yawned loudly, stretching his arms over his head and finishing by rubbing his hand across the day’s stubble on his cheeks. He was fat, he knew, but not dangerously so; maybe forty or fifty pounds. But he could always lose it – that was his daily mantra before going for a half-hearted morning jog, which inevitably terminated with a huge breakfast loaded with cholesterol, carbs and cheese. Manuel scratched his bottom as he considered shaving, then decided he’d forego that chore today.

He entered the huge walk-in closet and donned his workout outfit – a green America soccer tunic and basketball shorts – before turning to Sadie, whose eyes twinkled with anticipation.

“Who wants to go for a walk?” he asked innocently.

Sadie danced back and forth, her tail whipping the air in a frenzy, doing everything in her power to convey to her master that it was she, indeed, that wanted to do so.

“If only I could find someone who wanted to go for a WALK!” Manuel exclaimed, and Sadie began whining as she pranced in the doorway, occasionally leaping into the air and twirling completely around in a canine display of balletic choreography.

Manuel decided to give her a break and not torture her any more, although he knew she enjoyed the buildup as much as he enjoyed her reaction. Together, they moved to the bedroom door and made their way down the hall, a wholly unlikely pair. He stopped in the kitchen and greeted Maria, their cook, who was already simmering something heavenly-smelling on the expansive Viking stove top.

“What’s that?” he asked.

“Machaca, Don Remarosa,” she replied softly. Maria was sixty, from Los Mochis, north of Culiacan on the Sea

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