The Philosophers

writing down Ideas

John Immaculate was beside the captain a block down Bolivar Street, both were leaning on an Armor truck. John Immaculate had been investigating El Suzy’s gang as an undercover DEA agent. Now the operation was getting to its end.
After two years Sargent John Immaculate had survived walking on the edges of drugs dealers’ underworld, and he made the most critical connections done this last decade.
He found out who was the supra mob who had built through a tangled system of ideas, a net of philosophers -with almost philosophic concepts’ launderers.
They were moving tons slags of perceptions, and with those perceptions, they made pass heroin and cocaine through any border.
The Philosophers had their share in the human and weapon trafficking, but narcotics were their primary targets. They were made up for the assassinated members of the highest cartel around the world, legendries bad guys who felt down from the four corners of the planet.

Now John Immaculate was waiting for the SWAT’s command irruption, the tactical movement toward to assault where the apartment has told the meeting would happen.

PLow, Plow, Plow !