The story that had once started because of a simple misunderstanding, just because James had been working at the wrong coffee shop years ago, had now grown into something far beyond anyone's imagination. It was no longer just a personal matter, no longer just the story of a criminal rising through the underworld. It had become a chain of events that kept changing the country again and again.
Without a doubt, James had written history. He had opened a new era where it was no longer about drugs or how powerful of a kingpin he had become.
No.
He had started an era of change.
"Everybody, move! Get your gear and report to your teams!" a voice shouted through the hangar, which was filled with military equipment, fully armed soldiers, and rows of black tinted SUVs.
"Isn't this crazy?" one man asked as he put on his body armor. "Not just crazy, but fishy. Are we really being sent to kill the Attorney General?"
He looked at the others standing beside him.
