During a solo assignment issued by the Ambassador, Javier Peña found some unprofessional narcos. Some fled, others didn’t. Javier got a decent bullet wound on his shoulder, but still managed to arrest one of the suppliers anyway.

Kneading the sore muscle of his shoulder, Javier leaned his rear against the counter of his kitchen, eyeing the supplier he’d “arrested”. He was supposed to bring any “evidence” to the precinct, but he decided to this HIS way by bringing it to his apartment.