"As we've discussed," he told the man, "this has to be carefully executed. America has a lot of military power, and we have to cut off their legs and take control before they have a chance to react."
"It is an honor, jefe," Hector told him. "I await your call."
It wasn't until they were back on the plane and in the air, and he was seated with a drink in his hand, that he made the next call. As expected, it went to voice mail, so he left a message. Fifteen minutes passed, and he was on his second drink when his cell rang.
"What is it?" Lorena hissed. "You know we are all meeting. We're finally down to the rest of the details. I'll let you know when I have the information you need." She paused. "You and your men are still ready, yes? You're not calling to tell me you've changed your mind, I hope."
"Why would I change my mind? When this happens, the world will be my marketplace, with international distribution."
"Then what is so important?" she demanded.