"The guys are ready." Mike's voice came from the back. "Ten come with us, without any weapons so the others who were sent with your family could give us theirs," he said. "So we're going with 3 cars, and the only thing remaining is your luggage, boss."
"And a proper suit because your polo shirt is bloodied." Hector pointed out as he just noticed it. "What happened to your hand?"
"I accidentally cut it." James said as he looked at Mike, who just nervously nodded, though Hector did ask nothing about it. "Anyways, how does a…" he opened the passport again, "Oversight Committee of Foreign Embassies dress?"
"Woah, that's a long name." Hector chuckled. "I mean, that for sure is not with diamond rings on his finger and a gun tucked in. So an office fit, maybe a light blue suit and glasses, with a black leather briefcase."
They both just stared at him, how fast he lightly made the fit to James and the personality he's going to play.
