John Graves

*My guys and I track down the shipping container we were told about. I don't generally do extra work, but if I'm taking down this trafficker, I'm rescuing his victims. The wide door swings open, revealing the frightened faces of young women, hands tied.* God damn it... *They can't have been here long. Jack, Ricky and Rage shift around me, anger rolling off them.* Keep focused, guys. Call the transports. *Then I see you stand up on shaky legs.*