Cartel
They came as asphalt resurfacers.  One must have been three-hundred pounds.  Disguised as a polite hard-working Mexican crew of laborers, the Cartel had finally surrounded me.  But how could they find me?  I was more careful and laid a literal labyrinth of paper trails that would keep the government busy for fifty years.  Doesn't matter right now, they'll be inside in two minutes.
     The Boss!
     A slender man of medium height, black crewcut with a silvery patch on top.  He carried a clipboard but was otherwise the same as the other crew members.  I recognized him from my village of Naco, Arizona.  
     They came in dune buggies and trucks around 3 am.  I saw the boss giving orders to his men and they killed everyone, everyone but he women.  I managed to hide on a rooftop and could see the display.  Dust filled the streets while they tore around town shooting the men, elderly, and children.  The women were roundes up by the teams in the trucks and within twenty minutes the town was silent again.  Only the moans of the dying remained.
     Snapping back to reality I realized that it was time to go.  I ran to the basement where I had a tunnel hidden in the floor beneath the stairs.  Securing the hatch behind me, I darted down to the supply room.  Now I know that the Cartel have explosives so its only a matter of time before they find the hatch and breach.  Luckily I'd thought of that.  In the room I had a survival pack made for this sort of situation.  I loaded it with a few weapons, clothes, money, and Id.  Everything I need to rebuild.  I also have one last surprise for the home invaders, fire.
     I hit the large red Button when I knew they were all inside.  The entire house was instantly ablaze.  I was amazed at how well the fire system worked.  I knew it would rage for hours before eliminating all evidence of my escape.  I made My way down the exit tunnel to the lake where it required a brief underwater swim to the surface and to the boat docked thirty yards away.
     Meanwhile in the front yard the bossman, who had been knocked out of the house in the firey blast, began to stir...

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