Chapter VIII: The Great Plan

John landed in Florida Central Control.

"Sir, we need to find the next location of the killer. Otherwise, we are hopeless to help you."

"I don't care, Mr Whats-your-name. Track this SIM number. That's your job."

"Sir, we are getting signals! In America! An original!

"Show me the location!"

After a few minutes, John exclaimed,

"Texas! The next person! Thanks! Secure the borders! Call Mexico, New Mexico, Oklahoma, Louisiana, and Arkansas Control and tell them no man can pass except us!"

"Sir, before going there, you better see this." said an officer, holding a newspaper.

"A gang in Texas mostly found in the states of Dallas, Austin, Houston and San Antonio have threatened the Police of Texas a lot that even they refuse to go to work.' Well, that's not big, right?"

"Sir, Texas is now not an option for us."

"We have to go, it's not that only the Police scares the robbers. Let's go."

The next day, one could see only the Army jeeps riding toward the State Of the Ranches, guns and turrets loading.