Just Another Day

Ezra rode in the limousine carefully going over the plans for the day’s operation. It was to be Team Seven’s largest take down since their inception. Over $6,000,000 in illegal weapons and, hopefully, life sentences for two of the largest arms dealers in the city of Denver would be the pay off it everything went well. Breathing deeply, Ezra calmed his thoughts and prepared for his part as Ethan Seymonds, broker and middle man for a warring faction in South America.

The site of a black limousine and a pair of outrider motorcycles was not the usual in this part of town, but they were expected this time. Vin and Buck dismounted, and in their roles as bodyguards checked out the area. When Buck and Vin were sure that everything was set up properly, Vin walked over to the driver’s window and tapped on it, signaling to Nathan and Ezra that everything was a ‘go’.

Exiting the vehicle, Ezra cut quite a figure in a thousand dollar designer suit. Keeping in character, Ezra waited patiently for the two dealers to approach.

Jorge Juarez and Santiago Dominguez were two rising stars in the arms trade, having heard of each other and having much in common, they decided to merge their organizations. Several months ago they had hit on a plan to pool their resources and eliminate all their competition.

“Buenas tardes, Señores. I assume my merchandise is ready?” Ezra asked as Buck and Vin moved into their places behind him.

“Si, Señor Seymonds, this way.” Juarez led the way into the warehouse while Dominguez stayed outside to keep an eye on things. Ezra and Vin followed him, while Buck stayed outside to keep an eye on Dominguez and the brute squad, as Buck not-so-affectionately termed the thugs that invariably went with arms dealers.

While Vin ran a thorough check of the weapons and made counts, Ezra stood to the side with Juarez. “Everything’s here and checks out, Mr. Seymonds,” Vin said.

“Excellent,” Ezra agreed, before leading Juarez back out to he limousine. Walking to limo, Vin tapped twice on the drivers window again, signaling to Nathan to pull the release for the trunk and get ready for action.

Opening the trunk Buck extracted three cases, each containing $2,000,000. After Dominguez checked them, the three men shook hands, concluding their deal. Neither of the dealers ever saw Nathan, nor did they see him press the button under the dash that brought their down fall.

“ATF, Freeze! You are under arrest.” “ATF Drop your weapons!”

Reflexively, Juarez, Dominguez, and their men pulled their guns, but the three to one odds against them convinced them to give up with out shots being fired. Even as Ezra was frisked and ‘arrested’, blustering the entire time, he smiled inwardly. Just another day for Team Seven, and today had been a very good day.

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