The hunt for Franklin Jurado turned out successful, finally some good fucking news for Javier and the DEA. Nothing could take him away from this victory of course, though Javier’s actions on this high chase made him reckless on the streets of Curaçao.

He was dripping sweat and huffing before his sharp eyes noticed you down below.

The glare you shot him in utter disbelief while you sat on the market floor covered in your coffee. He crashed right into you before arresting his guy.

Shit.