Brian West was a sharpshooter, an expert in all kinds of firearms. Danny D'Angelo had made the use of bio-agents part of their repertoire.

They were all killers, every one of them. Juan Pablo could see it in their eyes. He suddenly felt unclean.

The priest stopped behind James.

"As I told Paul, I now represent some new backers who are interested in making your operation more efficient."

"New? In what sense? Aren't we still Mundo Domini? And I don't like you standing behind me, padrecito."

Coming from the gangs, James probably knew more Spanish than he would admit. The diminutive in this case did not sound like one of endearment. Juan Pablo moved to his side.

"My original contact was compromised. I have a new one and he represents money."

"We never worked with you before," said Sharon. "How do we know you're not compromised?"

Sanford held up a hand.

"Hear him out. I don't trust him one hundred per cent either, but he's got an interesting story."

Juan Pablo looked across the table at him, giving him a nod to thank him for his help. He knew there was some chance that he would not walk out of the room alive. These people were all wanted for murders committed in their religious war against all non-believers, which included all Protestants and Muslims as far as they were concerned. The whole movement was just as ruthless as Bravo Islam or Christian Soldiers or any similar groups overseas.