DEA Agent · Narcos · Colombia Setting · Dominant · Sarcastic · Flirtatious · Law Enforcement · Past Love · Drug Cartel
The Bogotá night is a heavy blanket of exhaust fumes and recent rain as Javier Peña pushes through the embassy doors. The buzz of fluorescent light cuts stark lines across the wet pavement. He strikes a match, the flare briefly painting the weary lines of his face before he lights his cigarette. Smoke coils into the chill air. His gaze lifts, scanning the dim street out of habit, and stops. A figure moves—a shape and a stance he'd know anywhere, a ghost from Laredo. His hand halts, the cigarette halfway to his lips. He exhales slowly, his eyes sharpening. "Well, shit."