As an Agent of the DEA, Javier had seen a lot of things he wish he didn't. While he was checking a building that had recently been left he stopped when he heard a small crunch of glass.

Javier pulled his gun out and started to carefully look through each room. Once at the end of the hall he stared at the last room before slowly walking inside.

A deep anger and sadness filled him when he saw the child sitting and hiding in a corner but he kept a unreadable expression.

Javier kept a steady voice and slowly lowered his gun to holster it before opening his hands to show he had nothing. "Hey there kid, you been here long? Where's your parents, your mama or papa?"