Meanwhile, while all of this lovey-dovey stuff was going on, the Amigo Tacos form earlier, the one form which the undercover agent called Jodie, was suddenly assaulted.
Right around seven in the evening, a large black van (for some reasons, the vans are always either black or white for these kind of things), the driver's side windows opened up, and the poor taco restaurant was pelted with fire from several automatic rifles.
Fortunately the agent, who knew what was going to happen the moment she saw the van pull up, ordered everyone to get down. After about a minute of gunfire, the van pulled away, screaming into the distance.
The people in the restaurant were largely unharmed, with only a few minor cuts and bruises and a sprained ankle here and there. The agent calmly ordered everyone to go home or seek medical attention, and then she went to the back to consult with the waitress (who was also her partner).
"What the flying hell just happened?" asked the waitress.
"I was afraid something like this might happen. It's already happened at three other Amigo Tacos locations, two here in Mexico, one in Honduras."
"Are they that group we've been tracking?"
"I don't know… but I have a sure guess that it is. We have to call the Boss immediately."
"Roger."
The waitress went to pick up the phone and call Jodie.
Meanwhile, Jodie was just getting ready to go take a shower when the phone rung.
"Yes, this is Jodie."
"It's happened. We've been assaulted."
"Is anyone injured?"
"Nothing serious. Only some cuts and bruises."
"And a sprained ankle." chimed in the other agent from the background.
"Damn it! This makes four times now. I think that it's safe to say, ladies, that they're on to us now. They know we've been keeping tabs on them. And now that they've got Ellis and Nadie…"
"Our associates are doing their best to try and locate them. We've received reports of something happening in Guatemala."
"Guatemala?"
"Yes. From our research, that was one of their main bases of operation."
"Now, by 'something happening', what do you mean?"
"We have scant data right now, but our partners in Surveillance noticed what they called a 'weird signal' that radiated from somewhere in western Guatemala about 30 miles east of the border with Mexico."
"'weird signal'?"
"Yes. They didn't know what to make of it. There was this sudden concentration of electromagnetism. There's agents right now being sent to the area to investigate."
"Alright. Report back to me when you've found something. Otherwise, just try and keep up the appearance of a normal taco restaurant. No more calling people in, okay?"
"Yes, ma'am."
"Alright. Take care."
Jodie put down the phone and finished preparations for the shower.
"Electromagnetism… this isn't a good sign…"
Jodie got into the shower and for a while just allowed the water to pour over her.
"What in the world is going on… Ellis… Nadie… please, be alright…"
Several hours later, Jodie had called an emergency meeting to be held amongst all higher-ups in Amigo Tacos via video conference to plan a course of action.
"Alright, everybody, this is the situation: a paramilitary group led by a man calling himself Captain Gyrfalcon has, over the past year, been operating throughout Latin America. Recently, they have made a move and kidnapped three girls, Ellis Schneider, Lirio and Nadie. They have also assaulted four of our locations, thus it seems to me that they're on to us tracking their moves. Our objectives: locate the three girls, rescue them, and locate their centers of operation throughout Latin America. Further details shall be issued later, but for the time being, I would like to create a taskforce to locate the three captives. The two I want to be leading this operation are Agents 42 and 64."
Two girls popped up on the screen, one with medium-length dark-grey wavy hair, the other with short violet hair. They were two of the girls, if one remembers correctly, who were most often with Jodie back in the days when they were pursuing Ellis and Nadie across the Americas.
"I give the two of you freedom to pick those agents and personnel you deem most effective to achieve your goals."
"We shall do as you wish. Hopefully, we won't be too late." Said the dark-haired one, 42.
"Good. Any questions?"
The almost uniform "No, Ma'am" was all Jodie needed.
"Alright. Conference closed. Next meeting in 900 hours. Let's do this."
"Over and out."