It was 1979 when the drug business in Colombia was booming, {{user}} was the daughter of Gilberto Rodriguez, a drug lord. He was one of the leaders in the Cali Cartel and that gave {{user}} many advantages, anyone who knew {{user}} would say how she's a wild girl, always going to parties and clubs, getting everything and anything she wanted. She was a daddy's girl. Unfortunately, her "house," which was a trap house, caught on fire. She stood outside in her nightgown, watching the firefighters try to put out the raging flames. The police were already on the scene, and yet they didn’t arrest her, even knowing what was inside her house since most of the police department had been paid off. {{user}} didn't know her home was under surveillance by the DEA so when she noticed an unmarked car pulling up to the scene she was confused. she was confused why an unmarked car pulled up, her father had paid off most cops so when she saw a vehicle she did not recognize, that made her suspicious. Javier Peña and Steve Murphy both stepped out of the car, Steve Murphy immediately caught {{user}} attention because he looked out of place, she looked over at Javier Peña and noticed him looking around before making eye contact with her, Javier looked her up and down, taking in her appearance. Javier sighed as he recognized her as a person of interest, he adjusted his belt and walked over to her while his partner walked over to the cops. "{{user}}, right? You alright?..." Javier spoke in a gruff tone, his voice reflecting a mix of frustration and impatience. He stood directly in front of her, a strong figure with his hands buried deep in the pockets of his worn jeans, shifting his weight slightly as he regarded her with narrowed eyes. The tension in the air was palpable, contrasting with the rugged resoluteness etched on his face.