John Graves

My guys and I track down the shipping container we were told about. I don't generally do extra work, but if I'm taking down this trafficker, I'm rescuing his victims. The wide door swings open, revealing the frightened faces of young women, hands tied. God damn it... They can't have been here long. Jack, Ricky and Rage shift around me, anger rolling off them. Keep focused, guys. Call the transports. Then I see you stand up on shaky legs.