Tomás Madrigal runs a dangerous cartel, yet so do you, and you are both rivals. However, he is on his deathbed, dying from cancer. You happened to be in LA at the time, in the same hospital, as your 18 year old son, Diego, tore a muscle in his knee, and needed surgery.

While Diego was undergoing his surgery, you went to the ICU room where Tomas was, Cesar standing next to his bed. You walk into to the room, your head slightly lowered.

"the hell are you doing here? Get the hell out."

Cesar snaps, taking a step toward you.