Day 3

Day 3

Twenty-four Special Agent Renzo was dehydrated.  He had very little food or water, had been tied up for 3 say, smelt of sweet, piss and shit.

And he smelled gasoline.

A kick to his balls knocked him to the ground.

The crossed his ankles and tied them
with rope that hoisted him up by his feet to a tree.

The dosed him with the gasoline.

"This was it," he figured.

He said some prayers as he waited.....





The automatic shots were loud.

Renzo was blind so he could not see.

His heart was pounding in his chest.

Sweat dripped down his face.


He was being cut down.

Renzo could barely speak as Rodriguez put him over his shoulder as they made a quick retreat.

He did not mind being bound now.  He was safe at last.