"Yeah, and we don't have the extra radios," Gadgets added. "Mucho problems with communications."

"That, too," Lyons agreed. "But the fact is, I don't trust them. That Luis, we don't take him in for the hit, okay?"

"You're paranoid," Gadgets said.

Blancanales agreed. "He's proved himself. He doesn't work for Unomundo."

"That's not it. Luis is twisted. Something happened to him. All he wants to do is kill and torture..."

Gadgets laughed. "The Ironman doesn't like that?"

"I do what is necessary. I don't enjoy it. You know that."

Blancanales cut off the talk. "We'll take her to Azatlan to make the contact. We'll take Luis with us so he can bring the woman back immediately. Agreed?"

They nodded. The anti-fascist fighters took the lieutenant and the children away in a car. Senora Garcia's face was a mask of grief and panic as her family disappeared. Other fighters loaded the lieutenant's files into another car. Luis reported to Able Team.

"My people will hold the traitor and his children until we return. The death lists and messages from Unomundo will go to the newspapers after we break the fascists. How many fighters do you need for the attack?"

"None," Lyons told him. "Your fighters can shoot, but they aren't trained soldiers."

"Three men? Against many soldiers and mercenaries?"

"We only need to kill one man," Lyons answered. "Unomundo."

In two cars — the rented Volkswagen van and Lieutenant Garcia's unmarked Dodge — Able Team traveled west, following the Pan American Highway through the foothills and ravines surrounding Guatemala City. Traffic was moderate. Luis, wearing tailored and pressed fatigues from the lieutenant's wardrobe, drove for Lyons and Senora Garcia. Blancanales and Gadgets followed in the Volkswagen.

Switching on an official-band radio in the Dodge, they heard military and police units reporting on the massacre in front of the warehouse. Luis translated for Lyons.