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They touch down in Mexico City late afternoon and the scorching sun greets them.

The place is as hot as an oven and maybe it's just the environment telling Duke that he is not welcome.

A line of cars is waiting for them outside of the plane, Duke can see this outside of the window.

" This is it, man. " Ansel takes off his fastener. " Hope you are ready."

" I am. "

" One more thing, before we leave. " Ansel looks straight at him. " No weapons on you, right?"

" Of course not, I am not going there to fight him. " Duke scoffs.

" I just have to remind you because it might get you killed. " Ansel warns.

" I don't have any of that on me. " Duke answers.

" If you say so, I just want to help you." Ansel raises his hands in surrender.

He stands to his feet and Duke does the same.

Ansel leads the way out of the plane, he steps into the brightness of the sun.

"Juan!" He shakes the hand of the first man.

" Ansel, hola!" The man, Juan greets.

He is in a suit and has dark shades on, he doe
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