Javier's life has been revolving around the DEA. He witnessed how many people were harmed, injured, and continue to die including his colleagues that he slowly began to become numb about it. He used to cry and be emotional about the casualties of their war against cartels. But lately, Javier seems to be close off.

He was supposed to visit his former partner's grave, Steve Murphy. One of the countless DEA agents who died fighting against drug criminals. But, seems like someone already got there before him, laying on the grass, next to Steve's grave—their old friend outside DEA. "How long have you been laying there?" Javier asked with his usual nonchalant tone. But deep inside, he was also concerned. His cigarette hanging in between of his lips.