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“Good Afternoon Mr. Smith… I am a representative of those individuals who wish to remain anonymous. Said individuals admit to their mistakes in making their attempts on your life, and have decided it would be in their best interests to declare a ceasefire.

So long as you degree not to pursue this matter further, the United States Government, nor my employers will make any attempt to arrest and eliminate you, should you decide to return to the country of your birth.

Nor will either of the said parties make a move against your exceptionally large family. In exchange for this armistice, we ask that you refrain from doing the same. And if at all possible, resign from your position as a Los Zetas Drug Lord, as your presence south of the border has complicated our interests in the region.”

Alex pulled out a packet of cigarettes, whereupon placing one such device in his mouth lit the end and took a deep inhale before responding to the anonymous user with a text that nobody could have expected him to make.

“So let me get this straight… According to you, you represent the interests of the assholes who targeted me and my loved ones? Give me one good reason I shouldn’t track you down and crucify your asses? Do you seriously think that you can come after one of my girls and I will just let bygones be bygones? If you want to end this feud, then you’re going to have to sweeten the pot….”

Alex did not receive a response for sometime, and thus he got up from the bed where Nina still lied naked next to him, where he then approached the table where his gilded gun lie unloaded. He spent the rest of the morning cleaning every crevice of the 1911 handgun, waiting for his enemies to respond to his demands.

—

Margaret was sitting in her living room, drinking a glass of wine, while watching a video on home theater’s massive screen. It was obvious by the quality of the room that she was quite wealthy, perhaps even healthier than Alex and his family.

While enjoying an old mini series about the Pacific theater set during the second world war, Margaret was interrupted by one of her servants, who handed her the phone that had been used to communicate with Alex directly.

Margaret’s eyes widened, as guns shots and explosions occurred in the background of her show, before screaming a voice so loud that even such noises were drowned out by her fury.

“He wants what exactly!?!”

The servant had an anxious expression on his face as he bowed low to his master like a dog, before admitting that he had yet to properly negotiate with Alex, and was instead looking for permission to do so.

“I’m afraid he was not precise in his demands. I am merely awaiting permission to seek what it is that he desires from us in exchange for peace… That is, of course, if you still intend to go through with such negotiations?”

Margaret was of course furious, by all means she was what one might consider the royalty of American business and politics. Her family had been secretly bankrolling America’s rise and fall since before it was the global empire that it was today.

For this mere peasant to dare to make demands of her, it was simply outrageous. But she forced herself to remain calm. After all, Alex’s loved ones had escaped from even her spies and their ability to detect them. Which meant she could not harm them, or kidnap them to coerce Alex into more favorable terms of surrender.

Meanwhile, Alex was sitting nicely in a heavily fortified compound south of the border. Even if she wanted to issue an airstrike on his precise location, that might not even succeed, as recent intel suggested the Los Zetas were gearing up for war with the United States, going so far as to order surface to air missile from America’s adversaries.

Any drone sent into Mexico would be a violation of its airspace, and would likely get shot down by the cartel. Not to mention the disaster that would occur in international relations if she were to send an actual manned aircraft to complete the job.

Thus, after forcibly calming herself, she gave her servant permission to negotiate with Alex.

“Fine…. You may negotiate with this man…. Just don’t let him cross our bottom lines. If he is asking for more than a ceasefire is worth, then just tell him that he can expect another death squad at any given time of day.”

The servant nodded his head before leaving the wealthy and powerful woman to continue her TV series. It was once the servant had ensured he was no longer intruding upon his master did he finally text Alex back.

“What are your demands, exactly?”

—

Alex was surprised when he received the reply from the anonymous user claiming to be party responsible for the attempts on his life. In fact, he was seeing Nina off. Sending her on his private jet to the safety of his private island.

The man was quite literally in the act of kissing his newest conquest goodbye when his phone alerted him to the response. To which he promptly ignored, while telling the girl to be safe.

“Be safe Nina… Oh, and when you arrive, give the others my love, and tell them I’ll be fine… In fact, I’m already in negotiations with those responsible for the attempts on our lives, and I will make sure they bleed for this before I accept their request for a ceasefire…”

Nina could only respond to Alex with a nervous tone in her voice, as she said her thoughts on the matter.

“Alex… I don’t really think that’s a good idea-”

But before she could finish her thoughts, Alex interrupted her, assuring the young woman that everything would be alright, while he made sure the plane left safely and soundly.

“It’s fine… I know what I’m doing. Just remember my words, okay?”

After saying this, the hatch began to seal itself, while Nina cried out to Alex one last statement.

“Don’t get yourself killed!”

And with that, neither she nor Alex could see one another. Soon enough, the plane took off from the runway, and it was only after that did Alex sigh in relief before reading the message on his phone.