As Dominic and his team – mostly him, Marcus and two others motoring along in their giant, mysterious and seriously menacing motorhome towards Montana – began to plot out their descent onto the small town of Stockard Creek, information was relayed in.
Dominic hated driving, or at least, he hated driving something so colossal as the blacked-out RV, so he stayed in the back at the computer terminals and flat screen monitors that kept eyes on their plans and the movement of their troops.
Of HIS troops…
And while the RV was way out in terms of arrival time, there were already wheels in motion. Dominic had to hope that his agents wouldn’t be stupid enough to get themselves killed like they had done in La Plata. That little New Mexico town was mostly cut off and distant from mainstream America, meaning they lived mostly by their own credo, and his agents misjudged that.
They would not make the same mistake twice – or so he hoped.