“Sol Prendido” for Borderland Beat
It’s the witching hour somewhere in the dark Sonoran desert. And the finality of an enslaved male is about to come to an abrupt end with gunfire.
The voices of numerous gunmen from the La Chapiza mob can be heard during the captured man’s interrogation.
With blood smeared across his face. Looking tired and agitated at the fact that his own counterparts have ditched him. He will narrate before the camera how he wound up in the hands of his adversaries.
There is obviously no sense of brotherhood with cartel gunmen who have yet to learn that no man is to be left behind.
The every man for himself motto continues to be on full display.
Captive: I belong to the Salazares mob.
Sicario #1: What do you do for a living?
Sicario #2: That’s right, we finally got your ass.
Interrogator: What do you do for a living?
Captive: I’m a gunman.
Sicario #1: (unintelligible due to radio chatter)
Captive: Yes, I’m a hitman.
Sicario #1 What message would you like to send out to the Salazares mob?
Captive: Well, they ain’t worth a fuck. And they don’t even pay. I wish I would’ve known ahead of time that they were gonna pull this shit of abandoning me out here. The truth is that they just ain’t worth a fuck.
Sicario #2: That’s right, we finally got your ass.
Sicario 1: This will be the fate of every gunman from the Salazares mob you fucks. We are the absolute Chapiza mob you sons of bitches.