[b]Undisclosed Location, Brazil[/b]

The sweat on his brow reached the very edge of his hair and slipped smacking the smooth, hard, concrete surface that his chair rested on. His hands were bound behind the chair itself and cuffed again to a pole that erected from the ground up to the ceiling. As he looked from one side of the room to the other, he found nothing in it except the remaining concrete walls and ceiling. His concentration was broke to the sound of a heavy door opening and then slamming shut, boots could be heard making their way closer to where he was cuffed. A large man came around his side and the man touched his chin lifting his gaze into the eyes of the man.

"Felix Martinez I presume, weapons smuggler extraordinaire, and a murderer...but I guess that comes with the territory eh Felix?"

Felix still being forced to look up could only smile at being called an extraordinaire. He understood who had him, he understood that the man he was looking at was of military importance. Even the way the man spoke would identify him as military, his accent could be compared to a Brazilian which gave Felix the idea that he was now a prisoner of Brazil. 

"I never did such things!"

The large man never entertained the thought and took the words that escaped Felix's mouth only to send them back with a palm to the side of the face. The chair would have fell over from the contact and Felix would have went with it if it were not for the fact he was connected to a pole. 

"Save me time Felix...I want to know who you are buying from...that's it, if you can give me this, I may be able to give you something in return."

Felix reached back for spit and conjured it up using his throat, creating one big ball of spit and flem he spat at the mans shoes. A fist came speeding toward his face with no warning and immediately Felix's vision went black. His body sat limp in a chair with a jaw swelling to the size of a baseball, a cut was created and blood was now sliding down his cheek, whenever Felix decided to wake up it would feel as if he were hit by a freight train and the interrogation would resume.

[b]Right Outside One of Allen Ramos' Drug Factories, Colombia[/b]

Jaco had felt at ease since he had left the meeting and although he had a variety of weapons in his vehicle, he did not feel as though he was watched or followed. Once again, another successful transaction, his vehicle arrived at the location he was told to drop off the weapons at. It was a drug factory for Allen Ramos who was just below the head of the Blanco Cartel. Allen Ramos had been former Colombian Military and when his service was up, Andres Blanco convinced his childhood friend to join the business of making money illegally. 

Jaco made it to the top of the driveway and when he exited the car, two armed men approached his vehicle. 

"Were you followed?"

Jaco let out a laugh as his ego inflated and waved his head back and forth from side to side, "Nonsense!"

The armed men waved him through and gates opened to the facility, Jaco's car entered passed the gates and his car was no longer visible to Charlie and his teammate who were occupying the beat up compact car that followed him from the meeting in Yopal.

Charlie reached for a map inside the glove compartment and asked his teammate for a pen. Quickly he jotted down the coordinates of the building and to the side of the map he wrote down a quick description of the location and what they were observing. He needed to radio this information in and then ask for permission to perform further reconnaissance. As of now it was just him and his teammate surveying the area, he needed his team here to begin surveying every bit of the outside perimeter. 

[b]Undisclosed Location, Brazil[/b]

A cold sensation rushed over Felix's head and his eyes began to spark life, his vision at first was a little hazy but soon slipped back into normalcy after a few moments passed. His face was sore and he had felt as though he was hit by a train.

Another cold rush hit his face and then draped over his body, water from a second bucket was thrown at him by what seemed to of been a young man dressed in military attire. Felix tried shaking off the throbbing pain in his head and also attempted to shut out the warm pulsing in his jaw from the punch to the face.

The young soldier stepped back after emptying the bucket and walked out of the room, a large uniformed man came out from the corner of the room and approached the seat that Felix was sitting in.

"Felix Martinez...you have been sleeping for quite a bit now, unfortunately I no longer have the patience for you anymore. Things will move rather quickly now and for that...you will be sad, and angry at me."

A rod was presented by the large man and at the end of it was an overwhelming number of volts surging through the tip. Without hesitation the large figure jammed it into Felix as electricity shot through his body all Felix could do was take it and bite down on his lip. When the electricity ceased moving through his body Felix could taste the iron in his blood as he realized his lip had almost been chewed in two.

[b]Brasilia, Brazil[/b]

Evelyn had already been a few days into her term, it was on the third day from approving Operation Cutthroat, that she heard from Thiago Delgado of the BAF. She had been going over documents that congress wished for her to address at the next meeting and to be honest, making sense of these documents was near impossible. Her receptionist opened the door and said it was urgent for her to take line 1.

Evelyn picked up her phone and opened up line one with her index finger pressing the button next to the one. 

"Good Afternoon Delgado, may I ask why I have been graced with your phone call?"

"Ma'am...the first phase of Operation Cutthroat was a success, I'd like to meet with you in private and discuss further what we are going to do."

"I will make time for you...but this means that you must be in my office within the next hour."

Evelyn hung up the phone so that a response could not be given, she wanted him in her office ASAP. Her future as the President of Brazil was riding on the success of this operation and at anytime it could go south, she needed to make quick decisions and end this hunt for good.