Smiley immediately pressed his ear close to the window gap.
Victor spoke in a very low voice, saying a few words.
No one else heard him.
But Smiley's pupils contracted, and he immediately nodded, "Understood!"
The window rolled up, and the convoy resumed its journey.
Smiley watched as the convoy drove into the distance before getting back into his car.
Victor leaned back against the seat, the interior of the car was deathly silent.
He reached over and gently pulled up Belsaria's fallen coat on her shoulder, a barely noticeable softness in his action.
Outside the window, the lights of Mexico City flashed past, as Victor's eyes calmly gazed into the distance.
Meanwhile in Medellin,
On the burning streets, thick smoke was suffocating.
A squad of government infantry, under the cover of an armored vehicle, cautiously advanced along a main road littered with rubble and charred corpses.
