463 lost heavily_2

He took out his cellphone and glanced at it, knowing there was no hope for a signal in this desolate place, but the GPS information was still accessible.

Jimmy logged the coordinates, crawled out of the ditch beside him, and realized this place was no longer safe—no signal, no way to call for a clean-up.

Back at his car, he collected all the spent cartridges from the ground, wiped the car door handle and the steering wheel, got out of the car, and stared silently at the license plate. He had no tools to remove it. No choice but to leave it be.

Dragging his suitcase, Jimmy followed the route they had ambushed from and soon found two cars. He checked them and drove one away from the place. As he drove, he checked his phone until he had signal and then called Tony at the CIA.

Jimmy: "Tony, it's Jimmy. Got a pen and paper?"

Tony: "Hold on... go ahead."

Jimmy gave the GPS coordinates, "Bring our guys to clean up, and also, take care of that car for me. Thanks."