Ramirez’s house would’ve been easy to find even if they didn’t have access to FBI records on all civilians. A mapquest search was enough to get directions. For whatever reason, he was listed. Easy. Simple.

The cars pulled up seperately. We had all parked at different locations, so no one inside would be alarmed to see eight cars pulling up. This had to go simple and quiet. We were all dressed like civilians, minus the body armor underneath our clothes. With luck it would buy us an extra second or two before whoever or whatever was in there got suspicious. We converged three houses away from our target.

Mia, you go around the back. Died, you take the east window. I’ll be the diversion- I’m heading for the front. Agents Marsh, Eastman, and Calavera, you’re with me.

We made our way to the house.