"Understood." Casare noted down.
Victor added, "Deploy an electronic warfare company to the Chiapas border. Officially, it's to 'assist with border surveillance,' but the actual mission is to conduct full-spectrum monitoring of military communications on the Guatemalan side."
"What if we're discovered..."
"Let them discover it," Victor said, "Sometimes, baring your teeth is not to bite, but to remind certain fools who the real Tiger is in this jungle."
After Casare left, Victor stood alone on the terrace.
He recalled what Alfonso Portillo looked like four years ago, a young man in his thirties, wearing worn-out work pants, passionately addressing him and Casare in a safe house in Tijuana: "We must build a country for GR! No oppression, no corruption, no exploitation by foreign capitalists!"
Back then, his eyes burned with ideals.
Now in Alfonso's eyes, there probably remains only the glow of the oil field and the reflection from the Mercedes-Benz.
