My destination lay straight ahead.
I pointed the boat across the lake and onto the sandy bank.
I began the long trek through the trees toward an isolated compound about six miles inland. Hours later, I found the small clearing, exactly where I expected.
Intel said my target wouldn’t arrive until dusk. Sitting in the shadows, I could see the narrow dirt road that led to the house. Having come from the thick woods, I avoided any security, who wouldn’t expect anyone to go through several miles of dense forest to get to the place.
I waited.
The sound of tires rolling on the rocky road alerted my sense. A few four-wheeled drive trucks and Land Rovers came down the narrow road toward the house. I heard shouting, and the slamming of doors echoed through the woods as my target, and his bodyguards arrived.
I had one mission.
I waited for the noise to settle, and darkness was falling. I slipped around to the back door, making quick work of the lock. Stealthily, I made my way through the house toward the main living room.
My target sat on an oversized leather chair, a drink in one hand. I stepped into the room with weapon raised, pointed at his head.
“I was supposed to arrest you. I decided not to waste my time.”
His eyes widened in fear. “Who the hell are you?”
I fired my gun. The silences on the semi-automatic deafened the blast, but it was loud enough for security to hear.
I slipped into the hall closest as several men came running in and stood dumbfounded. I managed to duck out unseen and head for the boat.
I was supposed to arrest him and bring him back for trial. But I knew he’d never serve a day for his crimes, and cops would die when his gang attempted rescue, or he’d get off scot-free by bribing someone.
I figured I saved a lot of lives that day.
