Sending a Message to Xibalba

Overnight, every available drone was put into operation delivering the message that Maribel wanted to send to Rafael, both figuratively and literally. She smiled as she thought of how he would react as the reports started reaching him. Then frowned again as she remembered the photos of his victims, those for whom photos existed, and the long list of their names. She knew that the drugs he both produced and trafficked killed and would continue to kill many, many more. She thought again about just killing him outright. He would be quickly replaced, and the drugs would continue to flow, would continue to destroy lives and end lives. She realized that no matter how important men like Rafael thought they were, they were commodities, easily replaced. They were of no consequence to anyone but themselves.