Chapter 11

Sands sat in the briefing room with twenty-five agents and Wattley. Wattley stood at the front of the room, showing a picture every once in a while.

He held up the picture of an attractive woman in her mid-thirties. She had an uncanny resemblance to Ajedrez… uh… Helena.

"This, gentlemen, is Carmen Barillo, the leader of the new Barillo cartel. This is the woman that is holding Agent Coburn. She is hiding in the abandoned warehouse on Waverley Rd. My plan is to send five guys in to get her out. No fuss, no muss. -Understand?" Wattley informed the half-hearted agents. After receiving a few nods and some 'yeah's, Wattley sighed and continued. "Who wants this job?"

At once, all hands shot up. Wattley sighed and ran a hand over his tired face.

"Okay, um… Jackson, Carter, Smith, Mathews and Conzaki, it's yours. Now, next ste-" Wattley began before being interrupted.

"I'm going." said a voice in the back.

Everyone moved away to let Wattley see who had spoken… Sands.

"I'm going. And I'm not taking those five lumbering jackasses with me."

"Sands…" Wattley began. "I think it in your best interest not to go."

"Oh? Why's that?" Sands asked, cocking a brow.

"Well, for one you're not an agent anymore, and, well… you're, uh… disability…" Wattley said as nonchalantly as he could.

"Oh, you mean the fact that I have no eyes?" Sands asked. Wattleystarted to answer but Sands cut him off. "No! You listen to me Wattley! I'm goin' in to save my girlfriend. I can shoot just as good as any of these shmos you got lined up here. I just need one agent to describe the surroundings, other than that, I'm fine." his voice showed that this option was non-negotiable.

"Fine, but one slip-up and you're out. Carter, you're going with him." Wattley said. Carter turned around to look at Sands. Fear struck his face. He had heard about Sands and about his… mental abnormalities.

"Well, now that that's settled, here's the plan…"