Ruiz sat in his office with a headache. Ordinary gang fights only involved small pistols and knives, but Atz was entirely different. Any gang that survived the US-Mexico border was never simple, and their weapons were much stronger than those of ordinary gangs.
Now, there was too little information. The surveillance team had just been deployed and hadn't gathered any intelligence yet. They had no idea how many of Atz's people had come or what they had brought with them.
When Jimmy arrived, Ruiz was pressing his hands against his head to relieve the pressure.
Jimmy, "Ruiz, did you find the information?"
Ruiz, "We found some, but not much of it is useful. We still need to wait for intelligence from the surveillance team."
Jimmy, "Should we contact Razor? He might be able to provide some."
