A tumbleweed rolled through the dusty streets of Tijuana near the United States border, and yet nobody was there to witness it. Nobody dared cross the streets unless it was absolutely necessary. Not now… Not since the Black Skulls had rolled through.
Law and order were restored to a region run by your friendly neighborhood revolutionary warlord of the week until just a few months ago. And now? Now there was peace—brought not by words, but by the end of a noose.
The city was like a ghost town, other than those brazen civilians who dared the journey beyond their doors, and the occupying forces who by now one might think had run out of rope due to the number of bodies currently swinging from posts.
That was the thing most people didn't realize… Once law and order collapsed, the only way to bring it back was to get rid of those who had reveled in the chaos… And there was only one way to do that effectively.
