The mole within

It was already 8pm that night when Xavier and his men got into their cars dressed as police men and drove to the checkpoint of the Silvermoon pack, their pack.

Xavier had hurried to his office immediately he got the call from his personal assistant and right- hand man. Together, they made a tight and efficient plan that would make sure none of the XVI cartel members or anyone they had hired to clean their dirty laundry escape from his shackles.

As they drove towards the east checkpoint, underneath the night sky, Xavier spoke into his phone's speaker. He knew that three more phones were connected with a singular call, and his total of seven men were waiting for his command.

"We are slowly approaching the checkpoint, but there is something I would like each and everyone of you to remember. This is not a joke, it's not a stage play. Whatever happens tonight would be as real as it gets, and it would be an evidence of how hard we have worked to bring these tyrants down. I believe that