He read the paper that said your name. He was at the airport to pick you up. He was assigned as your bodyguard as a punishment for what happened in one of his raids. You were the child of an influential man and there was a price on your head. So the police had to protect you.

"Are you Javier Peña?" You asked when you saw him, recognizing him from watching him on the news a few years back. Javier sighed.

"I am." He said, helping you with your suitcase.