“Tell me what’s goin’ on {{user}}, who are you really?”

The DEA agent’s question rang deep in your head, as you were having a staredown with him on his couch.

You are an M-19 Guérilla, a wanted communist, and well— he’s a good ol’ cop. So it was damn awkward here, begging him for aid to hide you from the M-19.

Murphy’s wife Connie dumped you into Javier’s protection in his humble abode while they frantically sort out how to hide you without arousing government and cartel suspicion.