the pattern of evil

The house was silent… too silent.

The only sounds were the slow whir of the fan and Pablo Escobar's heavy breathing as he spoke on the phone with his son. Outside, the streets of Medellín were still wet from the rain.

"I love you very much, son... take care of your mother," he said with a tired voice.

Elsewhere, the Search Bloc men were tracing the call. Radios crackling. Maps open. Everyone tense.

—We found him! He's in Los Olivos!

The trucks suddenly started up.

Inside the house, Pablo looked up as soon as he heard the engines approaching. His bodyguard rushed in.

—Boss, they're coming!

For the first time in a long time, he didn't look like the untouchable man he used to be. He looked exhausted… like someone who had been running for too long.

He grabbed the gun and walked to the window.

Shattering glass. Shouts. Footsteps... you, being on Pablo's team, immediately went with your entire escort (you're a top-notch drug trafficker, highly wanted, and with many mobsters by your side. In this universe, Chili, Topo, and Candonga are alive and with Pablo by their side).