Prologue

U.S. Immigration and Customs Enforcement Headquarters, Washington, D.C., 10:30 PM

Her working day over, Agent Monica Fuentes left the main office of ICE and walked into the car par, over to her car. It was just as boring as it could be - standard rims and seats, dark beige color. But then again, she didn't car. It had been quite some time since she had been undercover in Verone's operation, and after that, she had not dealt with any turbo-charged street thugs. In fact, a couple of years after the Verone case, she had received promotions and eventually, a transfer to the nation's capital.

Monica started up her car and pulled to the street. She had driven for about 5 minutes, when she saw a patrol car pull up behind her with the emergency lights on, signaling her to pull over and stop. Monica sighed, as she pulled to the side of the road. She didn't think there was a problem. But still, better see what they wanted, the sooner she can get going. Oh, how wrong she was.

The patrol car stopped and two officers exited the car, walking over to her as she got out of the car.

"Evening, officers. Is there a problem?"

"Um...your tail light is broken".

"But, I don't remember that it was in the morning. That's when I last checked the whole car".

"Well, it is now," one of the officers said before he suddenly pulled out a nightstick and smashed the tail light.

"What the hell is this?" Monica asked, as she tried to reach for her police-issue firearm. However, just then, she felt a gun pressed to her forehead.

"Get your hands away from the gun," the man with the rifle threatened, then pulled out her gun from the holster, unloading it. "Okay, into the car you go, now. Nuh-uh, to the passenger seat".

Monica got into the passenger seat of her car, then the man with the gun got behind the wheel and they drove off, while he kept his gun pointed at her.

Some time later, they pulled into a junkyard, where a Mercedes was waiting. Just then, two men exited the car and walker over to Monica's car, opening the passenger door. Monica found herself staring into the barrel of a rifle, as the man holding it ordered her to get out of the car. Then, she was led to the Mercedes and put in the rear seat, while the guy kept his rifle pointed at her.

After Monica's car had been crushed into a cube, the other guy walked to the Mercedes, started it up, and they drove off.

Some time later, they pulled to the Baltimore airport and drove on the runway. Eventually, they stopped next to a Bombardier Global 8000 business jet, and boarded the plane.

"Sit down," the goon ordered Monica, pointing to a seat, as he and the other goons also sat down for take-off.

In about two minutes, the plane took off. Once they were at a higher altitude, Monica was very shocked at whom she saw coming in from the private lounge.

"Hello, Monica," Carter Verone said with a smirk on his face.

"C-Carter? You're supposed to be in prison!"

"Oh, honey, not anymore. I paid off a couple of prisoners to instigate a riot, and nobody saw me slip into the back of a truck. When the riot was quelled, I was already hiding out in Orlando. After pulling some bank jobs, I made enough to start my life all over again. Now I have a large mercenary army, this jet, and oh, I'm gonna be rich".

"You're crazy, Carter".

"So, I've been told, yes. Well, as you arrested me and confiscated all my laundered money, I want justice. I'm gonna steal a couple of billions for compensation, and then get out of the country. As for you, though, things are really gonna heat up, right now".

"Heat up?" Monica gasped. "Carter, I'm a federal agent, there will be people looking, you'll never get away with it!"

"Oh, yeah? I already took care of all this. You know I'm from Argentina, right? Well, before I moved to Miami, the military junta had already made a coup d'etat. And they had a way how to get rid of their political enemies, which you're about to witness, and experience," Carter said as he busted out laughing.

About 15 minutes later, as they were flying over the Atlantic Ocean at high altitude, Verone snapped his fingers. Just then, two of his goons came over, carrying a cinder block and a long piece of string.

"Wha-what are you doing, Carter?" Monica asked.

"Oh, that's very simple. You know, in Argentina 40 years ago, they pulled the death flights? Vuelos de la Muerte. Anyway, the victims were dragged aboard the planes, and then they had cinder blocks tied to their feet and pushed into the ocean. That's much better than shooting. No witnesses, no mess. Only divers can find you now, but I think that sharks will beat them to it," Verone laughed evilly. "Okay, Roberto, Enrique, let's do it".

"Get up," Enrique ordered Monica. When she resisted, he pointed a rifle at her. As she still disobeyed, he just yanked her up from the seat. They moved over to the door, and there, Enrique held Monica steady as Roberto tied the cinder block to her feet.

"Carter, you bastard, you're gonna pay for this!" Monica shouted.

"Of course, remind me to tip the waitress," Carter laughed evilly. "Okay, Enrique, Roberto, make it happen".

Roberto now opened the plane door, and Enrique pushed Monica out of the plane door.

"Adios, Monica, say hello to the sharks for me, as they devour you," Verone mocked as she was pushed out of the plane, falling rapidly to the ocean 50,000 feet below. Then, Enrique closed the door.

Verone now turned to the pilot. "Okay, now that we took care of the "unfinished business", let's get to our intended destination".

The plane turned around and was now flying back towards the mainland USA.

"One taken care of, two more to go," Verone smiled as he sat down and relaxed.