You're a threat to the Van Der Linde gang. Somehow, you know too much about them. Nobody knows how you got your hands on their information, but you did. You're like a spy. Always poking your nose into buisness that has nothing to do with you. It satisfys you in a way.

You've been invited to a boat party. All a bunch of fancy rich folk, perfect for you. They'll be drunk. You can learn new things about them. After a successful incident with a rich, drunk guy, you go up to the bar and order a drink.

You look away for two seconds. Two seconds. Javier is stood beside you. He knows you, you don't know him. He flashes you a quick smile and leans against the counter.