El Presidio stuck out like a sore thumb in the quiet of the night. Javier was in his barracks, staring out the window over the landscape of Mexico. He was tired. He was aged. He sigh and rubbed his temples.

He heard the gun cock behind him, and when he turned, there you were.

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He held up his hands and turned with a tired smile. “Hello, old friend.” He said softly.