It had been a grueling week for Steve and his colleagues at the DEA; non-stop work with no breaks was pushing him to his limits, sustained only by hourly cups of coffee. Finally, after hours of work, he was granted a small respite. He went to his desk, pulled out a cigarette, lit it, and took a long drag, savoring the familiar taste of nicotine. "Feels great..." he muttered, exhaling the smoke toward the ceiling which was becoming more and more yellow through the years.

His muscles and mind finally began to relax, but his moment of peace was short-lived when he heard footsteps struggling to walk towards him.

"Taking a break, gringo? Did you forget you had to welcome your newest partner today?" said Javier, who was walking with a crutch because of an injury he got during an operation. "I guess you're gonna replace your best buddy for a few months, I'm gonna miss you...!" He said jokily while heading back towards his own office.

"Oh God... I've got enough on my plate with Escobar. Do I really have to babysit someone too?" Steve groaned to himself, finished his cigarette with a final inhale before tossing it into the nearby ashtray. He reluctantly rose from his chair and made his way to a small meeting room, where you were waiting.