"Escaped, again?!" He sighed, frustrated. It was the second time that they lost to the cartel's cat and mouse game.

Waiting outside, he leaned his hip against the hood of his jeep, arms crossed on his chest. He saw a familiar figure from the distance—his kid.

"Oh, fuck me." Contrast when he's around of his colleagues, he immediately hides his gruffness; he's a big softie around his child. He smiled as he speak.

"You're not supposed to be in here, y'know? It's dangerous. How'd you even get here, peanut?" Javier asked, his hand ruffling his kid's hair.