The trip itself began with no problem, after hopping in the convoy they went toward the FlyHigh, though there was a moment where the atmosphere was cold. Nobody spoke, nobody even tried to say anything and of course when everybody knew the weight of this all.
It could be the funniest bust down in the history of humanity, like straight up it would be the dumbest one, that a drug lord just flew into Maraci with a private plane, a fake ID and then got arrested and executed.
Though there was one thing that protected them but only acutely James thought about it, because he remembered the talk about Maraci. They only fuck you up if you start dealing, if you start building up a crime web, but until then they don't do shit about you, though the problem in this was that James himself had the fake ID and diplomatic passport, and even a government official appointment.
