Friday, July 5th 2019.

It's 8:00 am. Normally, I would already be on my way to the mansion, but today I'm on a plane to El Dorado International Airport in Bogota, Colombia.

"Welcome to Bogota, Mr. Alister," the flight attendant with a very bright smile said the moment I got down from the plane.

Alister?? That's not right. I'm not using my real name on this mission, so how does she know my name?

"I think you got the wrong person, " I replied in a cold voice, taking my bag from her.

"Oooh, I'm sorry.. I must have mistaken you for someone else.” She replied, bowing slightly.

I glanced at her suspiciously and turned to take my leave, “ I'll show you to the exit." She quickly said, her cringing smile still plastered on her face. Since when did hostesses become this friendly?

"It's fine, I can find my way. Thank you," she nodded and shifted a bit from the airstairs.

I got off the plane and noticed four other people were dressed exactly like me: blue denim jeans, a black jacket, and a black baseball hat, carrying exactly the same travel bags as well.

I quickly brought down my bag, checking if anything was missing. Fortunately, everything was intact.

I heaved a sigh of relief and proceeded to the exit. I felt like I was being followed and kept looking over my shoulder, but the moment I turned, there was no one there.

At the entrance of the airport, my assigned driver was already waiting; the chief had provided a private vehicle and driver. It was a covert operation, so I couldn't use the company's resources.

Bogota is a beautiful city, and I wish to God it were my stop, but not at all. My final destination was Ciudad Bolivar, down south.

Ciudad is well known for poverty and crime, and of course, that's where our head office would be located. I guess it makes sense, as poor people are easily manipulated.

The whole time on our way there, my driver, Miguel, wouldn't stop talking about the culture there, his life, and his family. "Sir, you must stay longer; the sight around here is wonderful."

"Maybe some other time," I replied dryly.

" Alright, if you change your mind, let me know, I'll take you around. After all, I got a generous payment from you. Is the little I could do."

" Thank you, Miguel," I responded, without looking up.

We arrived at a hotel just a few blocks away from the company building and just far enough that I wasn't under the radar of the company's goons. I settled in thanks to Miguel..

The hotel is a small hotel that looks like it's been standing for almost thirty years; the sight of it adds to my eagerness to finish the mission as soon as possible.

At 6:00 pm, I had everything ready, the file containing the details of all the staff working here, my gun fully loaded on both sides of my belt behind my suit jacket. In this world, you never know what to expect.

The office wasn't far from the hotel at all, but to make it look formal, I had Miguel take me there.

The building was old, just like every other building around it, so as not to draw attention. But still, I could count over twenty security guards, uniform or no uniform, one can't miss them.

"How may I help you, Mr ??" The receptionist, who happened to be a young lady in her early twenties, even with how soft she looks, I could tell she had undergone a series of training.

"Alex Mcloud, I'm here to see your manager," I said to her, smiling politely. I had disguised myself as Sir Alex Mcloud, a British businessman looking to invest.

"This is past 6 pm, I'm afraid you can't see him today."

"I'm sorry for coming at such an hour, but I can assure you he's aware of my coming and he understands why I showed up at this time." She looked at me suspiciously before picking up the telephone to make a call. She said a few words in the local language before hanging up, "this way." She pointed.

We got to a door that read, 'only important matters.' She knocked, and a thick voice said Come in.

The manager, Don Ricardo Vargas, was one of the locals who rose to power working under the Chief, doing the dirtiest of jobs one could imagine. One look at him and I could tell I didn't want to get on his bad side, ever.

“Ahhhh, Sir Alex.. welcome, welcome. Take your seat. I have been expecting you.” Ricardo said with his deep voice moulded by years of nonstop smoking,

“I hope Colombia has been to your liking? ” he asked as I sat down facing him.

“Yes, Mr Vargas”, I replied.

“Ooh, please call me Ricardo,” he said, stretching out his hand for a handshake."You see, I love your proposal, with this idea, it will be easier to transport our product from Colombia without having any issues."

"I'm glad it's to your liking, Ricardo."

“Yes, yes, yes. Details have been ironed out on the phone, and all that remains is your signature, and then boom, we're partners," he said excitedly, getting up. " Please excuse me while I bring you the papers. You see, I have to do these things myself; these young recruits can get easily distracted, and I don't want anything to go wrong ."

“Of course, of course, we need everything to turn out perfectly,” I replied, smiling broadly.

This whole time, I've been scanning the room to check out possible places the documents the chief had requested might be. A man like this won't keep something that important far from himself. Immediately, he stood up and left the room. I started searching the nooks and crannies of the whole room.

I searched the drawers, the cupboard, and behind the painting for any safe, but there was nothing. I could hear his footsteps getting louder and louder. I opened the last drawer and saw the file. I was just about to bring it out from the drawer when the door opened.