"This was right after Six-Thirty when breaking up street gangs was a priority. They gave me FBI employment and citizenship if I worked undercover and helped bring down B13. We were a few weeks away from the big sweep when someone talked. I was in Vegas delivering a package of Dust. Got back to find everyone butchered. It was a military hit. I knew the signs—too organized, too clinical for some small-town beef.  I went to the FBI; the local team had been hit at the same time. My partner, my friend, was dead. I read his field reports. They said a pattern had emerged, that one by one import gangs across the country were being taken out. I spoke to DC, asked for reassignment. That brought me to you."