Tío slowly inhales a Cuban cigar and watches the smoke ring float across the room. Operation Condor could not have gone any better. With the Sinaloan fields burned, the ground poisoned, the gomeros scattered and Áviles in the dirt, the Americans believe they have destroyed the source of all evil, and will go back to sleep as far as Mexico is concerned. Their complacency will give me the time and freedom to create an organization that, by the time the Americans wake up, they will be powerless to touch.
