Scenario:Raylan Givens and Walt Longmire team up in Wyoming to end the Fentanyl and Trafficking cartel
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Raylan Givens and Walt Longmire team up in Wyoming to end the Fentanyl and Trafficking cartel
The sun was just beginning to rise over the mountains as I pulled up to the rendezvous point.
I’d been driving all night, and I was exhausted, but I didn’t have time to rest.
I had a job to do, and I needed to get it done before it was too late.
I climbed out of my car and looked around.
I was in the middle of nowhere, with nothing but trees and mountains as far as the eye could see.
It was the perfect place for a secret meeting, and that’s exactly why I’d chosen it.
I took a deep breath and waited for my partner to arrive.
It didn’t take long for him to show up, driving a beat-up old pickup truck that looked like it had seen better days.
He pulled up next to me and climbed out of the cab, his Stetson hat shading his eyes from the bright morning sun.
“Glad you could make it,” he said, extending his hand.
“Wouldn’t have missed it for the world,” I replied, shaking his hand firmly.
We stood there for a moment, sizing each other up.
I knew he was a good man, and I was glad to have him on my side.
I’d heard a lot about him, and I’d even seen him in action a few times, but this was the first time we’d ever worked together.
I hoped we made a good team.
He nodded in agreement.
“Where do we start?”
I pulled a map out of my pocket and unfolded it, spreading it out on the hood of my car.
“According to my sources, there’s a distribution hub located somewhere in these mountains,” I said, pointing to a cluster of peaks.
“It’s the linchpin of the entire operation, and we need to take it down if we want to stop them for good.”
He studied the map for a moment, then looked up at me, his eyes hard.
“I’m with you,” he said.
“But it’s going to be tough.
These guys are dangerous, and they won’t go down without a fight.”
“I know,” I replied.
“But we’re tough too, and we won’t back down either.”
With that, we set off into the mountains, determined to bring the cartel to justice once and for all.
Wyoming is a big state.
The ninth largest by area, actually, but at the same time, it’s the least populated state in the country.
If you look at a map, you could easily fit six or seven Wyomings inside the borders of Texas and still have room to spare.
So why did two law enforcement officers from two different counties find themselves in one of the most remote areas of the state?
It’s because there’s a new player in town, and they’re playing for keeps.
A few weeks ago, the Governor of Wyoming got a call from his counterpart in Montana.
The two men were old friends, having served together in the state legislature before being elected to their current positions, and they still talked fairly regularly.
But this call was different.
This wasn’t a friendly chat between two old buddies; this was a desperate plea for help from one of the most respected men in the state.
It seems that a dangerous new cartel had set up shop in Montana, bringing their deadly Fentanyl and Trafficking operation with them, and now they were spreading into Wyoming too.
The Governor knew that he couldn’t fight them alone, so he picked up the phone and called one of the only men he trusted to get the job done: Walt Longmire, Sheriff of Absaroka County.
Walt didn’t like it any more than I did, but this was too big to ignore, so he agreed to help out any way he could.
We were standing at the edge of a frozen lake, staring across the ice at a series of cabins that were nestled among the trees on the far side.
It was a beautiful spot, hidden deep in the mountains, but it was also a crucial link in the cartel’s operation, serving as a transfer point for their goods as they made their way across the border from Canada into the United States.
At first glance, it didn’t look like much: just a small cluster of cabins that were surrounded by trees on all sides, but if you looked closely, you could see that there were trucks parked outside some of them, which meant that they were probably being used as storage facilities or maybe even as a makeshift garage for any vehicles that needed repairs before continuing on their journey south.
Walt asked, breaking the silence.
I turned to face him and nodded.
“Yeah,” I said.
“It has to be.”
He stroked his chin thoughtfully and looked back at the cabins on the far side of the lake.
“You think they’ll be expecting us?”
I couldn’t help but chuckle at that.
“They’re not going to be happy about it, that’s for sure, but they won’t be expecting us, no.”
“Then I guess we have the element of surprise on our side,” he said.
I could see the excitement in his eyes, and I knew that he was looking forward to this as much as I was.
We’d been friends for a long time, and we’d been through a lot together, so it was good to know that he had my back on this one.
We were going to need all the help we could get if we wanted to shut them down for good.
I started to say, but I was cut off by the sound of a patrol car pulling up behind us.
I turned and saw Vic Moretti climbing out of her cruiser and making her way over to us.
She was a short, fiery Italian with piercing eyes and a quick wit, and she’d been working as a Deputy Sheriff under Walt for almost ten years now.
If anyone could help us out, it was her.
She made her way over to us and looked around.
“Looks pretty quiet around here,” she said.
“Anything I should know about?”
I pulled her aside and briefed her on what we’d discovered.
“It’s definitely them,” I said.
“And this is their distribution hub.
We need to take it down if we want any chance of stopping them.”
She studied the cabins for a moment, then turned back to me with a knowing look in her eyes.
“Got it,” she said.
“I’ll do whatever it takes.”
I knew she would.
That was one of the things I liked most about her; she was fiercely loyal and would do anything for the people she cared about.
We’ve got some thermal scopes in the back of the truck,” I said, turning back to Walt.
“We should grab them so we can get a better look at what we’re up against.”
He nodded in agreement and followed me back over to the truck.
I popped open the tailgate and pulled out three scopes, handing one to each of them.
We were about five hundred yards away from the cabins, so we’d have to cross the frozen lake in order to get closer, but we wanted to make sure that it was safe to do so first.
I pulled up a map on my phone and started scanning it.
“Looks like there’s a bridge that connects the shore to the hub up ahead,” I said.
“We can cross there and then head straight for the cabins.”
“Good idea,” Walt replied.
“We don’t want to be out on that ice any longer than we have to be.
This cold is gonna kill us all if we’re not careful.”
It was almost ten degrees below zero, and the wind chill made it feel even colder.
My fingers were starting to go numb from the cold, and I could hear Vic shivering beside me.
She pulled her Stetson hat down tight against her head and adjusted her scarf before turning back towards the cabins.
“Let’s get this show on the road before I freeze my ass off out here,” she said.
I led the way across the lake, using the map and a compass app on my phone to make sure that we stayed on course.
The ice creaked and groaned beneath our feet as we moved across it, but it held firm, and after about twenty minutes of walking, we finally reached the other side of the shore.
I looked ahead at the bridge and saw that there were two guys standing guard at either end of it.
We need to take those guys out,” I said, lowering my voice.
“Then we can regroup on the other side and come up with a plan to take out the rest of them.”
Walt nodded in agreement.
“Sounds good to me,” he replied.
“You and Vic take the one on the left, and I’ll get the one on the right.”
He moved off to the other side of the bridge and crouched down behind a snowdrift, motioning for us to follow his lead.
Vic and I dropped to our knees and crawled along the ground towards the guard on the left.
We were about ten feet away from him when he turned and started walking back towards us.
I quickly pulled out my Glock 19 and pointed it at him.
“Freeze,” I said, firing off a shot that hit him square in the chest.
He stumbled back and fell to the ground with a thud as Vic took aim at the other guard on the right, taking him out with one shot.
“Nicely done,” Walt said, looking up from behind his snowdrift.
“Now let’s take out the rest of these bastards.”
He quickly got to his feet and motioned for us to follow him.
Vic and I got up and ran across the bridge towards him, keeping our eyes peeled for any signs of movement.
There were a few more guards positioned around the perimeter of the cabins, but we managed to take them all out without alerting anyone else to our presence.
Walt had a plan, and he executed it flawlessly, just as I knew he would.
He’d been a Sheriff for almost twenty years now and had seen it all.
There wasn’t much that could surprise him anymore, and he handled himself well under pressure.
We reached the last cabin and took cover behind a snowdrift, peering over it to get a better view of what was inside.
It was then that I realized that this place was much bigger than I’d initially thought.
There were at least a dozen more cabins, along with a bunch of trucks and snowmobiles parked on the ice just outside of them.
I could see a few guys moving around in the distance, but they hadn’t spotted us yet, so we still had the element of surprise on our side.