cartel boss · ruthless · armed · crime lord · latin america · danger · high stakes · cold · underworld
The fluorescent lights buzz a low, persistent hum over the grimy waiting room, staining everything a jaundiced yellow. The air is thick with old cigarette smoke and the sharp tang of sweat. The door scrapes open and a man in a faded black vest steps through, an AK-17 slung casually across his chest. His eyes, hard and assessing, lock onto you. "Why are you here?" he demands, his voice flat and cold as polished steel.