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==Valera==
“'''The Valera Syndicate'''. Been around since Prohibition—that’s over a hundred years of crime. Their reach is global. Funny thing is, when I worked in Denver back on my world, we never connected the dots this far but we knew the name and some of these players.. 

That ''Sicario'' they sent after Wreck and I was very cooperative once we showed him a good chunk of magic.  Amazing how cooperative fearing the devil can make a hardened killer who's a lapsed catholic.  We both turned to orcs in front of him and he pissed himself.  He's a good catholic now.   We got him talking and he laid out stuff, everything fell into place. He knew names, product flows, and, well… all this.” He waved at the boards. “He led us to several others. We just got back from Panama a couple of days ago, and this is what we’ve pieced together. Lisha looked it over about an hour ago and hasn’t said a word since.”

Gadget glanced at Lisha, who stood and walked over. Uncharacteristically, she lit a cigarette. Wrecker pulled up chairs and set four open bottles of beer on the table. Lisha took one, another rare sight.

“Alright,” Gadget said. “Give me the details.”

Reggy nodded. “The Valera Syndicate is structured around a council of elders. We don’t know if these elders are the regional bosses or if there’s another layer above them, but their reach is massive. More trouble than we can handle. Even Lisha’s agency wouldn’t dare move on this without a total nightmare on their hands.”

Lisha muttered, “Even requesting information or backup could get us all killed. We have to rely on your otherworldly contacts for this mess.” She took a sip of beer.

“Alright, go on,” Gadget said.

“Regional bosses.  There are about a dozen or so around the world, our ''Sicario'' thinks, but he only knew these Norte` Americano ones. Bear in mind too that this is just one Syndicate.  These guys interact with Costa Nostra, Russian Mob, Albanian Mob, Yakuza, M13, Bloods, Crips, biker gangs, Golden Circle, as well as terrorist groups, government intelligence services and law enforcement.  Gangs and Cartels of all sizes. Those all have their own operations but this is the one that tried climbing up your personal fuzzy butt.

'''Victor Kane''' controls Baltimore, D.C., and the South. '''''Dom'' Verratti''' runs New York and New England. '''Manuel ''El Carnicero'' Ruiz''' operates out of Mexico City. '''Ricardo ''El Fantasma'' Ortega''' holds Medellín up to Mexico, including the Panama Canal. '''Santiago ''Wolf'' Alvarez''' commands the West Coast. Most of their money flows through elaborate laundering processes that ultimately ships bulk cash south. The final destination is unknown, once it hits Panama, it vanishes.”

“Kane...", Gadget confirmed, "He ran the ''Sangre de la Calle'' and they ran the ''43rd Street gang''. After the dog fight at the ''Sangre de la Calle'' place, Kane set his own guys on you, right?"

Reggy nodded, "Yes.  That's how we got our good catholic lad."

She nodded, "You mentioned a plan in your message?”

Lisha snorted. Gadget smirked, unable to help herself. “This should be good. Let’s hear it.”

Reggy finished his beer, and Wrecker handed him a six-ounce pour of Old Crow.

“Kane and Alvarez are moving two shipping containers through the port of Los Angeles in a few days. It’s small compared to their usual operations, but this one’s special—cash, gold, valuable antiques, high-end cars. We’re talking billions in assets. They kind of run a bank for crooks.  Not just The '''''Valera'' but the Costa Nostra, American Yakuza, Golden Circle,  a few others, all bank with '''''Valera''''', so this shipment is connected all over the place. It sails from San Pedro, stops in Ensenada, Manzanillo, Puerto Quetzal, then through the Panama Canal. After that, it changes routes, and we lose it.”

“You thinking of sinking it?” Gadget asked. “That’s a lot of explosives.”

Wrecker grinned. “Nope. We don’t need to sink it. We just need to make it disappear.”  Lisha snorted again and Gadget saw where this was going.

“Rafe or Dalt get onboard,” Reggy said. “They shadowwalk the whole ship into another shadow. Middle of the night, international waters, no land in sight. Crew won’t even know something’s wrong til the GPS loses its mind. Knock them out, offload the cargo elsewhere, and drop them off somewhere inconvenient—Dutch Harbor, Kamchatka, Vanuatu. Let the Syndicate figure out how their ship ended up there empty.”

Gadget considered. “Or they could just scrub them.”

Reggy squints his eyes, “Gadg, you know Wrecker and I don’t mind killing bad guys, but some poor sailor? That’s just cruel. Rafe can get them off-world without bloodshed. If the Syndicate decides to take them out later, that’s their problem.”

Lisha exhaled smoke. “Gadget, is this magic bullshit actually doable?”

Gadget nodded. “I’ll call Rafe, but yeah, it’s possible.”

Reggy continued. “Three days until the ship leaves L.A. Once it does, the game is on.”

“What’s the take?”

“Hard to say until Rafe unloads it. We distribute the cash to charities worldwide, let Rafe keep the gold, cars, and anything else useful. The syudden riches among the charities will make the bad guys furious with the '''''Valera'''''. Killing furious.”

“There was something else?”

Reggy and Wrecker exchanged a look. Wrecker spoke. “We’re putting a bullet in Santiago Alvarez ourselves. He’s running a global human trafficking operation out of L.A. Kidnapping, child exploitation films, kiddie pimping. Snuff films. Horrific stuff.. He's a slippery demon and we don't want him to slip out of this. He needs to go.”

Gadget turned to Lisha.

Lisha sighed. “We can’t build a case against him. Too protected, but there’s enough proof of his ‘private parties.’ No one will miss him.”

Gadget nodded. “Approved. I’ll call Rafe. "