As the young man was listening to those words he reached his destination, after all they were only a few steps away. He pushed a very big red button and the huge gates from the back of the plane started opening. The noise and wind were overwhelmingly intense and both Bette and Shane locked eyes at that moment, knowing that they didn’t have much time left.

“So… my dear VERY dear Elizabeth… what is it that you have to say to me?” The dark haired man said now locking eyes with her, and this time what he saw scared him for he had never seen such intensity and fire in someone else’s eyes.

Marco Cruz was a very well-known drug dealer who got to run one of the most powerful cartels in Colombia, at least until the FBI sent Bette Porter and her team after him.

Bette and her people had managed to set up an operation that not only hunted down most of his associates but also left him on the verge of being broke. This was his final attempt to re-build his finances and re-establish his name in the drug markets. That was why he was forced to come out of his hiding place and hop on a plane full of drugs hoping to be able to get to Mexico where his buyers were awaiting his triumphal arrival. Now seeing that the situation had not turned out to be what he expected he realized that his last resource was jumping off the plane, but hopefully not without harming her enemy and killing one of them.

“Si le haces daño, juro que voy a matar a toda tu familia. No voy a dejar a nadie vivo, ni a tu madre, ni a tu padre… ni a tu hijo Pedro” Bette said in perfect Spanish, very slowly and clear as to be heard and understood leaving no room for doubts, unlimited fierce and complete lack of empathy imprinted in her eyes.

Clearly what Marco saw in those deep brown pools that Bette had for eyes was something different, something else, something that got even him scared and that’s when it happened. That’s when he made the worst mistake he could possibly make, he hesitated.