The Demons inside of our bodies with our souls

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The CIA enlisted me in 2009. It was for conceivable fear monger risk going through Juarez Mexico and into the US. Juarez was a hazardous spot, and the cartels comprised of the Knights Templar, Cartel De Gulfo and numerous others. It was risky for a field specialist. On the second day of my task, I saw four executed bodies hung out on an over go at the Juarez expressway, they were four Journalist, well bloggers. Juarez was damnation, and you could just envision what they would do to a CIA specialist.

I got Intel through Washington that an affluent conservative Texas minister, Reverend Bob Gilford was furtively in Juarez, with outfitted security gave by a cartel. I collected a group of 2 Mexican medication knowledge officers to screen the manor. Sway Gilford's supremacist lecturing was immaculate spread for somebody to get and even clean cash for the Cartels. He had a great many adherents generally from the book of scriptures belt.

We were close to the estate, and observed the meeting with night vision, and four hours nothing. We all of a sudden heard gunfire, and a shitload of equipped men, raging the manor. The shoot out endured 30 minutes, then nothing. Four trucks came and took Bob Blindfolded. We went to tail them.

Abruptly were struck by gunfire, and encompassed by conceal men. I shot one of then men point clear and wound up taking a slug in my shoulder. The two officers were not all that fortunate. A short Mexican man with a handkerchief around his face hit me oblivious with the butt of a M4

When I got up I was blindfolded, situation is practically hopeless and on my knees. The man approached me whom I worked for, I said nothing, then another voice said, "Remove his visually impaired overlap and let him see."

Hazy at first I made out four men on their knees blindfolded and zip tied from behind. All the outfitted men around 20, encompassed Bob and his security. They wore dark strategic garments with a white cross on every arm. A man with a camera apparatus was recording.

Another man, conceivable pioneer peruses from a paper in Spanish, while being recorded.

" This is the thing that happens when underhandedness defiles the world, today this is a case of what we will do to the devils who stow away in the pretense of men."

A man with tattoos of traverses his face and body, the killer, lifts weaves neck up. Bounces begins to snicker, "You simply don't get it, we are army and we are-" the man begins to cut weaves neck, Bobs still grins, blood spills out, and appendages shoot out from the open injury. He pulls his neck harder, abruptly arms whip wild until all the blood is misfortune, Holy water is then showered and animal inside breaks up with a screech.

"They're numerous in your administration" Said the pioneer to me in Spanish

They headed out, abandoning me in the desert. I soon quit the CIA

That was seven years prior.

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