Just like how Igor stated to Bishop, there was the training camp in the outskirts of Miami around the surrounding swamp area. Pablo Soler knew the Bay of Pigs disaster all to well like many anti-Communist Cubans. He had hired Dario as a way to assist training some of his men.

  “Incompetence!” cried Dario.

  Dario was in Pablo’s tent discussing the recent training sessions he had with his men.

  “I don’t know who has been funding this operation” said Dario, “but your men are in desperate need of help.”

  “But Dario, you were the top enforcer for the Italian Mafia” said Pablo, “how is it not possible that you couldn’t train my men?”

  “They like too much of the good life, not rugged enough” said Dario, “I will, however do other activities for you such as harassing your left-leaning opponents.”

  Pablo liked that idea a little more, he got the sense that was what Dario was use to. Bishop soon pulled up to the training camp, he could see one middle-aged individual doing his best holding a rifle, but not in a very good manner.

  “This must be the place,” said Bishop.

  Even though Bishop could see how clumsy and foolish some of the guards were, he wasn’t going to take any chances. He decided to crawl within the swampy mud as a way to disguise himself. He slowly made his way into the camp; it was the same type of men that Bishop saw in the front – not well trained. Dario was right, that one of Pablo’s outside financiers were going to train – General Peter White, a dedicated anti-Communist and known drill instructor. He arrived with his jeep.

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  “Hmm, Bishop” thought Peter.

  Though the General never ran into Bishop, he has heard of Bishop’s tale with the Jackman gang. He cautiously parked his jeep and began to do an inspection around the area. Bishop knew he had to be extra careful around the General. Meanwhile, inside Pablo’s tent, Dario was being reassigned to do something more familiar.

  “I’ll head into town,” said Dario.

  “Good, there’s a shop owned by a known Miami Leftist who is a supporter of the Cuban government” said Pablo, “you can’t miss the woke signs displayed in the front.”

  “Got it,” laughed Dario.

  Bishop peeked through the mud, he could see Dario move about. Dario greeted General Peter White with a salute.

  “At ease General,” said Dario.

  Bishop knew he would just have to follow Dario, instead of infiltrating the camp. Thus, making it easier, however General Peter White knew of Bishop being in the area. He headed into the tent to warn Pablo.

  “I think your men lack training” sighed Peter, “glad you hired me to do the job. They can start by searching for Bishop now.”

  Pablo expected Bishop to arrive since hiring a known Italian enforcer.

  “Attention, attention everyone at the camp there’s an intruder here – Bishop Flamme, find him!” bellowed Pablo through the inner comm.

  Pablo’s men were in contrast to the bouncers at Martin Hornigold’s club or Igor’s own beach resort – incompetent and slow to react. They did their best trying to carry their rifles as soldiers, General Peter White shook his head seeing the display right in front of him.

  “ATTENTION!” bellowed Peter.

  Pablo’s men soon lined up, as soon as they saw the General.

  “This is a disgrace, there’s an intruder here, I can tell because I am smarter than all of you!” bellowed Peter, “So find him, and bring him to me!”

  Pablo’s men complied, they began to search the camp, but by the time they did Bishop was already leaving on his own car.