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Laurel Cazarez is a DEA agent out of Miami and frankly one of the best in her field. Her and others in the DEA are asked to go on a secret mission to find the infamous drug lord, Andres Herrero, The agents end up in the jungles of Colombia, but all goes wrong when Laurel is taken.

Submitted: May 22, 2017

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Submitted: May 22, 2017



June 2nd, 1984. I am driving through downtown Miami in my bright red Jeep Wrangler; it is about 9:30 pm. The windows are rolled down and I feel the warm, humid summer air on my skin. I pull up into the parking lot of the DEA’s headquarters in Miami. Six elite agents including myself have been selected for an ultra-classified mission. I walk into the building. The man in the glass booth inside asks for my I.D., name, and birthdate.

“Name and date of birth?”

“Laurel Cazarez, May 18, 1956.”

“I.D. please.”

I slide him my card.

“You are cleared.”

The glass door in front of me opens and I walk through and down the hall into a large room. I see 5 men standing around our boss.

“Hello Laurel. Since we are all here now I will begin. You have all been selected for a very special reason and are some of the most qualified agents in the country; for that reasoning, you will be hunting down the infamous drug lord Andres Herrero.”

The agents start whispering to one another including myself. Andres Herrero is big time. I have only heard stories about him and trust me they are not good.

“You and I will all be flying to Medellin, Colombia tomorrow morning, which is where Herrero and his cartel are based out of. This is extremely dangerous, but we need to take him out once and for all. He has been sneaking drugs into the U.S. through the ports of Miami and all across Central and South America.”

We drive to the airport and board the plane to Colombia.

8:36 AM, June 3rd. We just landed in Medellin. It feels as if it is a million degrees outside All of us exit the plane and get into black suburban’s. My boss starts to speak.

“We have no time to waste. Andres Herrero is a dangerous man. You will be split up into two groups. Laurel, Josh, and Marcus will be tracking Andres while Jose, Luke, and Daniel will be locating his territories and the men who work for him. Let’s go.”

We split up into our groups. Andres was last located in the northern part of Medellin, so that’s where we are headed. My group and I arrive at the location. I am about to get out of the car but Josh and Marcus stop me.

“Why don’t you just wait here and we will handle this,” Josh says.

“Why?” I ask.

“We don’t want you to get hurt,” Marcus says with a smirk.

“Are you kidding me right now?” I say. I have been doing this longer than both of you and you are trying to stop me? I didn’t sign up for this job to sit here and do nothing so move out of my fucking way.”

Josh and Marcus move to the side as I open my door and start walking down the street. We are supposed to find Carlos Castillo, one of Andres’s biggest distributors in the United States. He was last seen having a meeting with Andres about 25 minutes ago at a local café. Andres essentially has control over the police of Medellin, so he can do whatever he wants. Josh and Marcus are about 10 feet behind me as I walk up to the café. I recognize Carlos instantly and walk in.

“DEA-put your hands behind your head and get on your knees. Carlos Castillo you are under arrest- “

Carlos sprints towards the back of the café before I can finish my sentence. Marcus runs after him and tackles him to the ground and puts him in hand cuffs. I look around and do not see Andres anywhere. Marcus and Josh drag Carlos out to the suburban and put a bag over his head. We start driving to a black sight. It is time to question Carlos. We arrive and walk down into a large room. I tie Carlos’s hands and legs to the chair and take the bag off of his head.

“Where is Andres?” I ask.

“I don’t know what you are talking about.”

“We know you were just having a meeting with him.”

“I don’t know anything.”

“Fine, you won’t answer. Let’s see how that works out for you.”

Josh walks over and punches him in the face. Carlos starts coughing and spits out blood

“I really don’t know I swear.” he responds, still coughing.

Josh walks over to him again but this time punches him in the stomach. Carlos yells in pain.

“Still don’t know where he is?” I ask.

“Okay, okay. All he told me was that he is getting a big shipment in around 7:00 tonight near La Majala”.

“That’s deep in the jungle. It’s already 4:00 so we need to get a move on.” I say.

Josh and Marcus grab Carlos and put a bag over his head again. We take him to where we are stationed. Carlos will be used as a way to track down Andres and to get more information.

“Where are you taking me?” Carlos yells.

“Shut up and don’t worry about it” I say.

The sun is setting and we don’t have much time to get to La Majala. When we get back to the house, Josh, Marcus, and I grab glock 19’s and head out. The sky is a pink-orange color and the heat is almost suffocating. We drive as far into the jungle as possible but eventually we have to get out and walk. The three of us should only be a little less than two miles away from the shipment location. Josh, Marcus and I walk for about 20 minutes, until all of a sudden I get a phone call from our boss.

“Cazarez, you and the others need to leave now. Carlos has escaped and we have no idea where he is or who he has contacted.”

The line goes dead. I turn around and Josh and Marcus start walking back. I follow a few seconds after. Suddenly I hear footsteps coming from behind me. I put my hand on my gun and turn around but whoever they are comes at me even faster. Before I even have a chance to scream they put duct tape on my mouth and a bag over my head. Josh and Marcus. They have to have seen this but I don’t hear them coming towards me. Were they really that far ahead? It is hot and I am sweating, not just because of the heat but in fear. They take my gun out of its holster and must have thrown it deep into the leaves around us; at least that’s what it sounded like. I am thrown onto a hard surface, like wood. It starts moving. I must be on the back of a truck. I am assuming around 20 minutes have passed by the time we stop. I hear yelling in Spanish and what sounds like big trucks and maybe a plane. Someone talks.

“We have her.”

Then another voice.

“Bring her to the house.”

I am put in yet another vehicle, but this time onto real seats. I am told not to move. Another 15 or 20 minutes until we stop. I am dragged as I try to fight back against whoever is doing this. The bag is taken off of my head. It takes a few seconds for my eyes to adjust, but when they do, I see a massive pool and behind it a massive house.

“Over here.”

I turn to my right to see a man sitting in a lounge chair, sipping on a drink. I look around to see if there is a way I can run out of here.

“Don’t even try honey. There are guards surrounding the entire property and I promise you you could not make it past them. Now come sit,” he says in a thick accent.

He beckons me to come sit by him. I move cautiously towards the chair adjacent to the man. As I come closer I make a realization. It is Herrero. I stop in my tracks, frozen in fear and struggle to produce words.

“Your, your Andres Herrero.”

He nods his head and once again beckons me to come sit down. I walk to the chair and sit down. He hands me a glass of whatever he is drinking, but I decline.

“Why am I here?” I ask.

“Laurel, I have known who you are for quite a while. I knew your father.”

“My father is a lawyer. Why would he know you?”

“He represented me in a case where I was being charged with drug possession. He helped me get off the charges and get back to Colombia secretly. That’s why I have been so difficult to find. Nobody knew I had left until recently, and that is why you and your little team of agents are here.”

My father, representing a criminal like him? I am blown away.

“You still have not answered my question.”

“You don’t belong with those agents. You are too good for them, too intelligent. But the real reason is clear. I cannot have you compromising my work. It is time for dinner. Come eat with me.”

I am starving, but I know I cannot eat with him. I need to find a way out of here, so I decline the offer and instead am shown to a room by one of his many guards. It is a big room, with a large bed and windows with a balcony overlooking the surrounding jungle. I don’t understand why he is being so nice to me. He knows I am here for one thing: him. I really don’t see a way out. Tomorrow I say to myself. Tomorrow I will escape. I fall asleep instantly.

It has been a week. I wake up to the sound of knocking on my door, as usual.

“Senora, Mr Andres is waiting down stairs with breakfast.”

I head down to eat. I have attempted and searched for any possible way to get out of this place, but ultimately I cannot. He was right. Guards are everywhere. But now I really am not trying to anymore. Andres has been nothing but kind to me. Extravagant meals, expensive clothes, anything I need. It may be because he knew my father but my senses are really telling me there may be something here on a more emotional level. He checks on me and asks if there is anything he can do, and the only thing I can think of is how much I like it. I know it is wrong for me to feel this way. Andres should be a target, not a friend, but he has treated me better than any agents ever had. Am I developing feelings for this man? I ask this question to myself constantly and my answer is no, but really I know that is the answer I hope to hear. The real answer is yes. Deep down I care for him.

Two weeks have passed. I enjoy my time here, my time with Andres. I don’t know if the agents just cannot find me or are not even trying. I lay by the pool and soak up the warm Colombian sun while Andres is inside, working. Suddenly I hear a distant rumble.

“Andres!” I shout.

He comes running out of the house.

“I know; I hear it too.” he says.

He calls for one of his men and whispers something in his ear.

“Laurel we have to go” Andres says quietly.

“I have a chopper coming to pick us up within the next 10 minutes.”

I run upstairs to grab some things but the only thing running through my head is what do I do. I have fallen in love with Andres but I know I should be loyal to the DEA. It has been almost a month though and now they finally find me? It could not have taken them that long so clearly they must have not cared about me enough or thought I was that important.  I run downstairs with my things in a duffel bag and as I open the doors to the yard outside I freeze. Well actually I am told to freeze.

“Freeze! Don’t move and put your hands behind your head.”

I instantly recognize the uniforms. The DEA. Andres is in the same position I am. A man gets out of a truck and walks toward me. It’s Josh.

“Laurel Cazarez? We thought you were dead!” he says in awe.

“Clearly not,” I respond in a monotone voice.

“Laurel don’t worry we are here for you and to take care of this bastard once and for all.”

He points his gun at Andres and commands him to get on his knees but he doesn’t. Josh yells once again.

“Get on the damn ground!”

Andres moves towards me and I know Josh is about to shoot. I jump in front of Andres and take the bullet and fall to the ground. A chest wound. It is bad and I am bleeding out quickly. Andres comes over to me but I hear the gun shots and see him fall on the ground next to me. I cry for help but nobody is coming. I don’t understand. My vision becomes blurry as I stare up at the sky. I feel the heat of the orange Colombian sun rain down upon me as I take my last breaths. I think a medic is trying to save me now but it is too late. The only question I have is why did I give up my life for his: a man I barely knew but loved so deeply, and would he do the same?




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