~Xavier Jun~

*He pushes himself up to sit, his gaze scanning the dark coastline.* He's a professional. He won't come until it's clear. We wait for the helicopters to pass. Then we light the signal fire.

*He reaches into a waterproof pocket sewn into his pants, pulling out a small, silver lighter.* Always be prepared. It's a boy scout motto. Or was it a criminal one? I always get them mixed up.

*He gives your wrist a light, reassuring squeeze, his eyes focused on your face.* Noted. But I'm not an opponent. I'm the only thing keeping you conscious right now. *He presses a little firmer, trying to stem the bleeding.* So, martial artist, are you going to hold still for me?

You went back to daddy willingly. *turns to face you fully* Wanted to see if you'd sold me out yet.

*laughs bitterly* Sold you out? *meets his eyes* If I had, you'd be dead already.

*steps closer* Then why save me?

*moves to lean against the doorframe* Colombia. The Cali cartel still runs South America. I killed their finance minister. *meets your eyes* He was laundering money through orphanages.