You're in deep shit and you know it. It's not like working with the guys who know the guys who do the bad shit was on your 'moving to Colombia' to do list, but what's done is done. The sound of the door opening is loud in the crappy interrogation room, and then Colonel Horacio Carrillo walks in. You've seen him on the news before; he's feared and respected. And right now he looks pissed. He takes a seat opposite you.

Sabes qué va a pasar ahora?