I went to meet with Carlos. It was a large deserted area near the border of Mexico. It is very serene almost hauntingly serene. It feels like everything is just right. The temperature is dry yet cool and the FBI agent steps out of the blacked out Escalade and motions me to walk towards a large hill.
We approach Carlos in a very formal matter. I'm starting to feel strange since of discomfort as the FBI agent and Carlos exchange a look, and I feel a cold yet familiar object press against the back of my skull. I hear a gun cock and realize I wasn't brought here to help Carlos at all.