(05:38 BRST):
It’s not morning. It’s war.
(05:39 BRST):
I need a name pulled. “Valderrama.” Colombian senator. Possibly connected to offshore logistics and smuggling networks.
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Full name?
(05:40 BRST):
No first name yet. Just “Valderrama.” Recently linked to human trafficking at the Cartagena port.
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Standby.
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Luciana Vargas had once worked under Rafael’s command—embedded with Brazilian intelligence as a cyber analyst during a joint black ops program. She was young back then. Too sharp for her own good. She stayed behind a desk, but Rafael trusted her more than most men he’d served with in the field.
After the program collapsed, she went civilian—at least on paper. Now she lived in a small house outside São Paulo with an unregistered satellite rig in her basement and a reputation for knowing things she shouldn’t.
The chat blinked.
(05:52 BRST):
Found him. Héctor Manuel Valderrama. Colombian senator, District 7, central office in Bogotá. Charismatic. Clean voting record. Pro-reform. Speaks at international forums.
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But?
(05:53 BRST):
Offshore shell companies registered in Panama, the Caymans, and Liechtenstein. Several routing through agricultural subsidies and import/export firms.
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Fronts?
(05:54 BRST):
Almost certainly. Traced at least three suspicious shipments through a flagged customs broker. One of the ships—the Santa Nieve—was listed as carrying mechanical parts. That same ship was mentioned in a missing persons report filed by a Venezuelan NGO two months ago.
Rafael leaned back in the chair.
It wasn’t a whisper anymore.
It had a face. A title. Power.
(05:56 BRST):
Can you connect him directly to the port runners?
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