a tan dodge rolls over the rutted scrapyard roadway, bouncing toward the immense old warehouse along the river's edge. the city seems to have abandoned this remote industrial area; giant grain elevators, rusting freighters and vast scrapyards surround us.
among the dockside ruins of the old facility, luis carefully checks his snipers and lookouts. shouting in spanish, he directs them into position.
luis scans the daybreak sky. he and efren take up positions. above them and around them, every line of fire is covered.
the pier is crawling with cops with more arriving every second.
emergency vehicles are arriving, and more squad cars, paddy wagons, and fire engines.