Pablo Escobar Returns - #1 "I'm Back"

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Pablo Escobar Returns - #1 "I'm Back"
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<p>„They want to extradite him! We need to get him out of here – when El Chapo gets surrendered to the US, we’ll be done. I don’t even know if I can continue this Job – everything has changed!<br>
We already have a huge problem here with the stupid police and army, and the other cartels are freaking out as well – some of our brothers die everyday! Fernando died last week!!<br>
One of my brothers dies everyday, and one day it’ll be my turn! Maybe I should just get a normal job, give a shit about the money and live a safe life! I can’t keep going like this!”, I can hear a desperate voice from inside.&nbsp;</p>
<p>I slowly push against the door, and it opens with a squeak.&nbsp;</p>
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<p>“Hey, muchachos. Where’s your Boss?”, I asked the two men at the bar.<br>
“What do you want?”, one of them answered without even turning around.<br>
“Hey. I asked you something. <em>Where is your Boss?</em>” I asked again and raised my voice.<br>
None of them reacted.<br>
“Do you know who I am?!”, one of them said angrily and turned around.<br>
But too late – I had already taken one of the wooden bar stools and crashed it over his head.&nbsp;</p>
<h3>“Do you even know who I am?”, I whispered. “Pablo Emilio Escobar Gaviria. I’m back.“&nbsp;</h3>
<p>Then I turned to the other guy: “You. Get me your Boss, now.”<br>
He nodded, shocked, and quickly ran up the stairs, stumbling over his own feet.<br>
<em>‘How is that possible? He is supposed to be dead!’,</em> the man thought to himself. <em>‘But he does look like him..’&nbsp;</em></p>
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<p>He knocked on one of the doors, and said cautiously: “Boss.. Boss there is someone downstairs who wants to talk to you. It’s <strong>Don Pablo.</strong>”<br>
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The noise from inside the room stopped, and a drunk voice answered: “Shut up. Are you high?! Escobar’s dead, what are you talking about?!” he laughed, and a female girl was giggling as well.</p>
<p>“No, for real Boss.. He’s waiting downstairs. I’m serious.”<br>
There was a brief moment of silence, then there was a voice inside the room saying “Sorry Darling, I’ll be right back, I need to shoot this guy”, and the door opened.<br>
A middle-aged man, tanned, with dark hair and a slight belly walked through the door. “What the fuck are you talking about?! Pablo?!”, he asked and grabbed the man’s shirt.<br>
“I- I’m serious” his employee stuttered, “please take a look downstairs Boss.”&nbsp;</p>
<p>He walked down the squeaky stairs, and there I was – standing in the middle of his bar, looking straight at him with confidence. <strong>Pablo Escobar.<br>
</strong>He aged a little, but his face and figure were unmistakable. It was him.&nbsp;</p>
<p>“Mateo”, I said with a smile and opened my arms.<br>
He came towards me, not trusting his eyes, and returned my hug. “How is this possible?! I thought you’re dead? <strong>EVERYONE thinks you’re dead?!</strong>”, he asked breathlessly.<br>
I chuckled. “I will tell you all about that later, amigo. For now, let’s celebrate my return.”&nbsp;</p>
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<p>So we sat down, ate and had a few drinks.<br>
“Everything changed since you were gone”, Mateo started to explain. “The streets are not as rough anymore. Our people are starving. But the rich only get richer – <strong>I can’t stand it anymore.</strong> The Cartel has become week as well. They have no control anymore. <strong>There’s just no respect on the streets anymore!”&nbsp;</strong></p>
<p>I nodded, quietly sipping my whiskey.<br>
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“But that needs to change!”, Mateo continued. “Right now is a good time. Trump and Clinton are currently fighting about the presidency, and there’s a lot going on with the terrorists as well. The world is focusing on other things.<strong> No eyes are on us. Now we can start a new beginning!”</strong>&nbsp;</p>
<p>“YES Boss! That’s what we want!!”, one of his men screamed from the back. “We will get the old times back! And I wanted to quit and get a regular job, that was a sign! Thank you god!”, he added euphorically.&nbsp;</p>
<p>I nodded slowly. “Let’s get the respect back, step by step. <strong>The people should now that I returned</strong>”, I added.<br>
“But Pablo, they’ll start hunting you down again if they find out you’re alive!”, Mateo said and looked at me with a worried face.&nbsp;</p>
<h3>“Well… that’s my goal”, I replied confidently.&nbsp;</h3>
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<p>Mateo laughed. “Why did you even come here in the first place?”, he asked me.<br>
“Where can I find my<strong> family?</strong>” I asked. “They changed their name and moved so I need to know how to find them.”<br>
A smile brightened up Mateo’s face. “Of course, Don Pablo. I’ll get you the address and phone number. I would’ve never thought that this would happen!”&nbsp;</p>
<p>He went to his desk and digged out a small piece of paper. “There you go”.<br>
I took it with a nod.<br>
I have always been a very cautious man. I had A, B, C and D plans for every possible situation.<br>
And before my immersion, I had already arranged to deposit my family’s information here and update it regularly.&nbsp;</p>
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<p>“Thank you”, I said to Mateo and hugged him. “You are a good man at heart. A loyal man. I respect that. I have to leave now. Get me a car ready.”<br>
“Of course”, Mateo stuttered and led me to the back door.</p>
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<p><em>&nbsp;- 3 days later –&nbsp;</em></p>
<p>It was the first time that I would see my family in all these years.<br>
I knocked on the door, and it was my son, Sebastián. He had grown a lot, he was now the same height as me and looked much more like a man than a little boy.<br>
“Papa?” he stuttered. There was no question for him. He hugged me and yelled “Papa is back!!”. I smiled and hugged him back. “I knew you could never be defeated! I knew Mom must’ve lied to us, now I’m mad!”, he continued.<br>
“Hey, don’t say that, it’s alright”, I patted his shoulder.<br>
“Papa?” now my daughter was running up to the door from behind him.<br>
She had grown into such a beautiful girl – just like her mother.<br>
“Manuela! My princess!”, I greeted her and hugged her tight.&nbsp;</p>
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<p>And then, finally, I heard Tata’s voice.<br>
“Pablo.. Is it really you?”, I could hear her coming closer. When my wife finally saw me, she couldn’t hold back her tears anymore. I grabbed her and hugged her tight. She had aged, but was still just as beautiful as before. “I’m back, mi amor!”<br>
She suddenly released herself from my hug, and slapped me. “<strong>Why did you lie to me?!</strong>”, she screamed with tears in her eyes.<br>
“Hey, not in front of the kids…” I whispered. “Let’s celebrate my return and have dinner together.”<br>
“But I have so many questions, can we talk first…” Tata said urgently.&nbsp;</p>
<p>“No. Family first. Let’s have some dinner - I’m hungry!”&nbsp;</p>
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<p><em>- To be continued -</em></p>
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