What!!" I turned, and it turned out to be Ricardo, with a different car, probably a stolen one.

He was driving and firing at us at the same time. ' Badass indeed'

"Drive faster, Miguel," I shouted, unsure what to do with only one bullet.

"I'm driving the fastest I can go with this car, will you please stop shouting... or would you rather switch places with me?"

I rolled my eyes, setting my gun to shoot, but this time not at the tire or windshield but at Ricardo. This was his territory, even if I get rid of this car right now, he'll only reinforce and come back for me.

I took a deep breath, I had a clear view of my shot, but just as I was about to do it, Miguel took another turn into an alley, and Ricardo stopped.

Miguel kept going, not reducing his pace for even a second. I kept looking back anxiously, still trying to understand why he had stopped.

Miguel kept on driving for a while, and I wondered where he was headed." Where are you going?"

"Well, I'm not sure for now, maybe somewhere without gunshots."

"Haha, very funny. Please take me back to my hotel.. I'll compensate you for the damage done to your car."

"You don't know how these guys work. Do you?" I stared at him blankly, wondering if there was someone else he was referring to. I'm the head of security, don't know how the bad guys work? They were technically my guys, but still.

I scoffed at his blatant outburst, "I think I know better than you do." I responded, trying to exert my authority.

"Well, if you did, you'd know that the first place they'd go to after here is your hotel." He said, taking a sharp turn, making me waver.

"Are you trying to get us both killed?" I yelled at him, regaining myself.

"You didn't care about my driving skills until a few minutes ago, so please allow me to do what I do best."

Okay, how did I not notice this cocky part of him earlier?

" Is there any other hotel around where I could just spend the night?"

" Ricardo has connections in every hotel in town; they'll alert him if you show face anywhere near them."

Damn it.. this was supposed to be a simple mission, but now it has turned into something I don't understand.

I had everything in the hotel, everything I needed to go back home was in my bag, and I left it there, to crown it all, I have a flight to catch the next day.

"You can spend the night at my house, and tomorrow you'll find your way. My house is in Betania, it's far enough from the commotion,” Miguel said, not even giving me any room for argument.

I wasn't okay with the idea of spending the night at his place, but what choice do I have? I needed somewhere to lay low and think of a way to get my stuff from the hotel.

"Thank you," I said after several attempts. He remained silent, not uttering a word, which made me wonder where the talkative Miguel had disappeared to.

He got to the front of a garage, and I looked around, wondering if it was his house. The place just looks like a junk store.

"Is this your house?" I asked skeptical.

He stared at me like I had gone crazy or something, and got down of the car without uttering a word.

I remained seated, waiting for his next action, if it requires me blowing his head off.

"Get down, we need to change this car to avoid attention." He said finally.

"Oooh!"

I got down quietly and watched him cover the car with a car cover.

He brought out his keys and opened a Camry that was just parked by the side of the garage.

I got in and he drove for about twenty-five minutes before stopping at the front of a bungalow.

We got inside and a little girl of about six years ran into Miguel's arms, "Daddy, daddy, welcome. What did you bring me?" The little girl asked excitedly.

"I brought a friend's baby girl, say hi"

" Hi," she said shyly, hiding behind Miguel's back.

His wife welcomed us warmly and served dinner; they talked cheerfully, cracking jokes now and then.

“Where's your car, and why was your shirt stained in blood?” Miguel's wife asked all of a sudden, peering outside.

I shot a glance at him, waiting for his response,” Uhm.. firstly, I took the car to the mechanic, on our way back from Mr Alex's appointment, I crashed into another vehicle.”

She looked at him suspiciously, like she found it hard to believe,” Relax, baby, I'm fine, it was just a minor accident,” he added, holding her hands.

“Miguel,” she called, her voice calm, “ you aren't taking up wrong jobs, are you?” she said, eyeing me suspiciously. I didn't feel offended, in a city like Ciudad, anyone as manly built as I am will be working for the bad guys, so it is understandable why she'd look at me that way.

“No, baby, I'm not.” She nodded, taking up the dishes in the kitchen.

“I'm sorry,” I muttered the moment she stepped out. I'm not sure why I'm apologising, but I felt I needed to. If he hadn't driven me in his car, his car would probably be okay, and his wife wouldn't be questioning him.

“It's fine,” he said, brushing it off. “She didn't grow up here and has always hated how things are around here. She doesn't understand our lifestyle.. We are not bad people, we survive.”

I nodded, going back to my meal. Soon, dinner was over, and I was shown to the guest room.. I lay down, tossing on the bed, I couldn't sleep, and wanted to know what was going on out there. I got up and went to the living room.

I picked up the remote and turned on the TV, searching for the news channel. The news came up, and I waited to see the commotion being announced. But the whole car chase, the gun shots, the destruction and chaos, none of it was reported.

“What the hell is happening?” I muttered to myself, this wasn't right.. If something like this were to happen in DC, it would be all over the news, but nothing was reported.

Suddenly, I felt the presence of someone behind me, and instinctively, I pulled out my gun and pointed it at the person.