“How long are we going to stay here?” A thick Spanish accent filled the room, and I ducked into a cubicle under a desk.

“Until the boss says we are done. We will get a golden payday from this, and we can go on vacation. So quit complaining.”

I heard a huff, but a few of the guys were stalking around the room. Peeking over the top of the cubicles, I got eyes on them. They wore less gear than the men who had tried to capture me. There was one guy in a Hawaiian shirt, smoking, as he sat in ...