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work?”
    “Absolutely,” she answered enthusiastically. She had shared with Campas how frustrated she had been at being continually assigned to back-office duties.
    “Great, now what about the guards killed closer to the building?”
    “One shot through the head at close range with a 9 mm,” Guzman resumed. “The other had his throat cut. The killer struck him with tremendous force just above the clavicle using
a heavy blade. The blow went through the carotid artery and was so severe that the spinal cord between the C5 and C6 vertebrae at the rear of his neck was severed. No defence wounds or signs of
struggle. Total surprise, I’d say.”
    “Based on what we know so far about the attacks on the exterior guards, anyone want to say out loud what I suspect a number of us have been thinking?” Campas asked the room.
    “Military training?” suggested one of the older members of the team. “It seems we’re dealing with a professionally planned and executed operation. While we know that the
cartels have used mercenaries in the past, I can’t recall them being used in this fashion.”
    “I’m sorry, this may be a stupid question,” Mesi said, “but what do we think the motive was for the attack? Robbery? What is the minimum quantity of drugs the attackers
could have taken? Say, for argument’s sake, they were on foot, how much heroin could they have taken with them?”
    “We hear of soldiers carrying twenty to fifty kilo packs while force-marching over long distances,” Guzman offered. “Even twenty kilos a man if there were just three or four is
a substantial haul. They could have timed the bomb to allow them to escape on foot. Alternatively, they may have had transport standing close by, ready for an all-clear once the attack had been
completed.”
    “True but if you have this capability in planning and firepower, is this the obvious place to strike? Once you have the heroin, you still have the risks associated with transporting
it.”
    “Maybe they only had intelligence about this location, or perhaps the fact that it is an unlikely target was why they picked it.”
    “Perhaps, but I have to admit that, like Diane, I have some misgivings,” Campas said. “The tactics employed and professionalism involved with this attack are without precedent.
This refinery is significant because of one thing only: the amount of heroin on site at any one time, both raw and refined. We estimate at least 2,000 kilos. To execute the attack and remove that
much heroin would have taken quite some time; very risky. Therefore, we can probably assume some of the heroin was destroyed in the explosion and if that’s the case then, outlandish as it
seems, why not all of it?”
    It was clear to Diane that while some of the agents had considered this already, others had not. From the disbelieving expressions on some faces, it was not difficult to distinguish the two.
    “So,” Campas concluded. “We need to pursue both robbery and destruction as motives.”
    “Sal, do you think we might be dealing with a state-sponsored action here?” one of the younger agents asked.
    “You mean, have the US extended the remit of Plan Coca without telling us?”
    The Plan was a joint Colombian-US initiative to bring the drug war to the doorstep of the main producers in Colombia. The strategy involved applying military resources, in the form of fumigation
runs from the air and troop movements on the ground, to forcibly eject the growers from their territorial strongholds. Unsurprisingly, it had no shortage of opponents including some of
Colombia’s neighbours who had complained that the Plan would push the struggle into their territories.
    “Yes,” said the agent, glancing at Mesi momentarily.
    “No, I don’t think so,” came Campas’s reply. “Plan Coca’s a highly politicised operation in a welcoming sovereign state. I think the most likely possibility
is a serious falling out between two factions within the Alliance.