Juárez City isn't particularly unfamiliar to Alejandro; he's been here before, so he quickly arrived at the agreed restaurant, mentioned he was looking for someone to the waiter, and then walked straight to the kitchen without greeting the chefs, making his way to the commercial fridge, where he opened a small side door and entered.
After passing through a short corridor, Alejandro entered a room, which was at the back of the restaurant; this was also a hidden safehouse for their undercover operations. In fact, the restaurant owner he passed by is the same person, acting as a peripheral collaborator with the CIA, responsible for some supplies and intelligence support.
"Hunter, long time no see." Alejandro greeted an elderly man over fifty inside, and sat down directly on the chair next to him.
Hunter frowned at Alejandro: "Shark, weren't you transferred?"
