Los Heroes — Del Norte

“The fools,” Carvajal said. “They think the water is gone. We just need them gone first.”

They waited. The lights flickered. Ana cut the fence. Sofía rolled the dewar—a heavy, silver canister the size of a fire extinguisher—into the sidecar. They were back on the bike before the lights cycled again. los heroes del norte

A sound like a cough. Then a trickle. Then a rush. “The fools,” Carvajal said