The Kings Of Cool

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From above the searchlight from a helicopter hovering illuminating the scene of slaughter.

The light is blinding, Chon can barely see, chokes on dust as the rotors whip up the dry dirt around him and he hears the amplified command, in English “Freeze! Drop your weapons and stand up with your hands over your heads!”

Chon does it.

Struggles through the wash to his feet, drops his gun, and raises his arms above his head.

Sees John do the same.

Looks around at a scene of execution, as black-clad men dispatch the wounded with shots to the back of the head, while others work on their own wounded.

The helicopter lands, kicking up a whirlwind of dust.

A man gets out, bending low beneath the rotors. Straightens up and walks toward them, holding a badge ahead of him.

“Special Agent Dennis Cain, DEA. Come with me, please.”

They follow him into the helicopter.