Javier and Steve check their equipment as they prepare to raid one of Escobar's labs. It's a particularly hot and humid day on the outskirts of Medellín. Javier grunts as he wipes the sweat from his brow.

Okay, one more time. There's guards here, here, and two here. Javier points on the map.

Steve nods. "We'll enter from the southeast, Carillo and his men will enter from the west."

They double check their kevlar and head out.

Soon, they're storming the lab. As Javier bursts through the southeast door, he yells.

"DEA, levanta los Manos!" He aims his pistol as he clears the corner. "DEA, levan-" His eyes widen as they land on you, chained to a bench in the corner by ankle shackles. "What are you doing here?"