James, Dean and Santiago spent most of the night driving from Brentwood, California, to Midtown Sacramento, focused on one goal: rescuing Drake.
Now that they had reached the Iron Teeth Cartel's camp, that that goal is in sight and there's no going back.
Upon their arrival, James swiftly positioned himself near the main gate. He had made a green leaf disguise and settled in the bushes, near the main gate.
Dean and Santiago waited for his signal, not long a truck with two cartel members in it arrived.
James took that chance without delay, quickly entered underneath the truck and hiding by the gas tank.
Once inside, he remained calm as the men stepped out, attentively observing their movements and trying to guess where Drake might be held.
Soon, he spotted El-Chapo and Leo his son the second in command who were likely on patrol.
El-Chapo speaking to his men, "That little punk thinks he's tough?" in a typical Mexican accent.
"We'll break him, Dad," Leo responded, while James listened trying his best to stay very calm as one mistake will mean only one thing: Death.
El-Chapo and Leo left, James came out and headed the direction those men went but quickly realized it will be too risky as he will be spotted.
James sent a signal to Dean and Santiago... it was time.
Santiago's duty was to cut off the power,while Dean kept watch.
A minute later, they were plunged into darkness.
One of the iron teeth cartel member went over to fix the problem, Dean silt his throat from behind holding the palm of his hand over the man's mouth making sure he did not make a sound.
One man after another came to see what was going on with the power source but all disappeared.
James was taking clean shots from his hideout while maintaining focus on the direction Drake might be.
Dean and Santiago was hitting them too from all quarters and dumping bodies in a dry well behind the power source room.
What felt like a normal night for the iron teeth cartel was quickly turning into a total nightmare.
El-Chapo and Leo has started to suspect things aren't normal, Leo stepped out with his four body guards firing shots in the air, only to see four of his men dropped... Dead, he quickly tried to run back inside just few steps he had a gun on his head from behind
"Don't move an inch" James said calmly. Equipped with night vision googles and silencers, he has the advantage— it felt like the fight was all but won before it even kicked off; Leo froze.
"What do you want?" Leo asked.
"Where is Drake?" James said pressing the pistol harder on his head.
"And who the fuck are you?" Leo trying to buy time hoping his men can sweep in.
"And what if I don't tell you?" Leo said.. trying to make a fast turn
Immediately James shot him on the right shoulder, his gun fell off.
Leo's screaming alerted every single member of the Iron teeth of what was happening.
James been was very vocal in a bid to get everyone to behave. " Release the hostage now or Leo will be Dead in a count of three!, Trust me I ain't messing around!"
One!
Two!
"Let that motherfucker go what are you guys waiting for you idiots- That was El-Chapo's voice in a desperate attempt to save his son.
Dean and Santiago already flanking James to protect him. They moved closely inside James holding Leo on his hair with gun still pressing on his head.
Leo already dizzy from bleeding couldn't do much than comply to every command from James, guarding them to the room Drake was held hostage.
El-Chapo and his men felt a little helpless as any reaction could spell an end for Leo.. A risk no one was willing to take.
Drake's Reunion with James
Now inside the room, weak tired grin was all over the swollen face of Drake.
Gathering strength from his impending freedom he muttered
"You motherfucker Jammie... What took you so long?"
Laughing out loud.. his laughter quickly turned into coughing.
Dean grabbing his arm "can you walk?"
"If you got me out , I'll craw if I have to Drake replied.
Dean wrapped his hands on his shoulder and the started retreating, backpedaling slowly, James still holding Leo as that's the only way they can get out alive.
"Let my boy go... You have your man now James Stacks" El-Chapo said his voice trembling with rage.
"I'll have you beheaded if anything happen to my son I swear to God" he kept approaching them slowly.
Once outside, Santiago tossed smoke grenade and triggered small charges placed earlier near petrol drums. An explosion erupted,
El-Chapo and his men scampered for safety.
James and his men quickly entered their truck pushing Leo behind in the back seat. Dean and James was on either side of him, Drake in front, Santiago was driving they zoomed off.
Hoping to make the long journey back to Brentwood because, driving to anywhere around midtown was impossible.
The Chase
The Iron Teeth Cartel members quickly got into their trucks and SUVs in number chasing after them with determination. But they only problem was they can't shoot at them out of fear they might hit Leo.
They lost the Iron teeth cartel trucks and SUVs but two bikers posed a huge threat.
The bikers tried to get to Santiago by moving across the forest to get in front of the tunnel before The Devils truck. It worked and they shot at them and hit Santiago on beside the elbow.
They truck lost control and James tried to steady it from behind but the shooting was now flying in on the drivers side, Santiago was hit again, now on the forehead.
It was a blood bath.
James managed to take down one biker, Dean tried to take down the other one on the right but he hit Dean first with a heavy shot at his wrist.
James now taking over the steering wheel swings it to the right throwing the biker into a ditch.
No other Cartel member was in sight but they know it's not over yet....
James saw an old abandoned gas station he pulled over.
Dean still bleeding was pressing a piece of cloth on his wrist to minimize bleeding,
"Are alright Dean? James asked.
"They got my wrist... Otherwise I'm good. I feel tasty as fuck!"
"I'll get you some water" he said quickly turning to Drake.
"Are you any better now"?
"I can't see shit! Still dizzy, replied Drake.
"Dean keep an eye on Leo, let me give Santiago some last respect, we could never have made it without him" James said lifting Santiago's body up on his shoulder, he buried him in a shallow grave he dug with a spade he found lying around at the beside the gas station.
And left with a salute.
Back in the car, he drove gently until they saw a Motel safe enough to drink ,eat and pass the night.