Deep in the Amazon Jungle she waits for the call that will tell her the prey is near. Sitting silently Shelby raises her field glasses and focuses in on the large white house on the bluff overlooking the narrow valley below. A “butcher” lives there and he’s not a pig farmer. Sweat slowly trickles down between Shelby’s breasts as she reaches around and adjusts the straps holding the M11/9 Cobray automatic securely in the small of her back. Assistant Director of the F.B.I., Jordan Daniels, leans back in his office chair at F.B.I. headquarters in the United States and listens as the connection from Houston, Texas to the house deep in the Amazon Jungle is made. The phone is answered and in less than ten seconds the voice of the man he wanted to hear comes on. An order from this man had two of Daniels’ agents killed in the United States and the time has now come to exact the price one pays for killing an F.B.I. Agent. The most lethal agent ever trained also hears the connection and then the voice through the small device resting in her left ear canal. Shelby smiles as she puts away her field glasses and removes the straps holding her automatic weapon.
