FBI and Trafficking Bust
Alyssa and Rachel stood behind the police line and barricades, witnessing the teams of officers and FBI agents scurrying around the compound. Ambulances and emergency technicians had set up triage areas for children that had been removed from the various tunnels that ran underneath the buildings.
She got goosebumps just thinking about how big this ring bust really was.
As she assessed the scene, her eyes darted from one location to another. Nothing looked familiar to her.
Decades of development in the area changed the landscape tremendously. She had to connect to something. Feeling lost, she shook her head in disbelief of the sights in front of her.
She remembered sitting in a dark bedchamber with the handful of girls similar in age, though some were younger. This was much bigger than that one room. There were others. Lots of others. It was possible this ring could have tripled or quadrupled in size since she left, or she was only a minuscule part of an underground mining operation that had always been massive.
Finally, there was a sign.
Alyssa didn’t know how she knew this middle-aged woman, but there she stood, dressed in all black. She talked with other tactically dressed FBI agents. It was imperative that she talk with this woman, though she didn’t know why.
Behind the police barricades, there really wasn’t a way to reach her. Looking around, she called for the closest police officer manning the barricade. “Excuse me, but I need to talk to that woman over there.”
“Sorry, ma’am. You can’t speak with her at this time,” the police officer stated.
“But I have to,” Alyssa insisted, pushing against the gate.
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