Miguel runs out of the Paradise headquarters dodging bullets, hurdling road cones and diving through the open window of the family Lincoln. He yells are the driver to head to the airport. Miguel lays on the floorboard of the luxury car and takes a quick nap as they travel to the airport.  Miguel climbs up the jetway to the plane and heads to his new home in Detroit. Nothing fancy, he is, in fact, on a commercial flight as he is not doing well financially. The stock market is in bad shape these days.

The plane lands and slowly crawls to the gate. Miguel grabs a bag and walks off the plane. He hears a commotion behind him and already knows it’s one of the other passengers looking for their bag of clothes I just took from the overhead compartment just before deboarding the plane. Miguel makes his way out of the airport and walks to the cab stand and asks for a driver to take him to his new place.  Since it was a red eye flight, it was dark outside, he hoped to arrive in the cover of darkness to keep his arrival secret since he was all along. Miguel is here because it seems his presence here is necessary as there is a bit of business to take care of in Detroit.

The taxi arrives at his new headquarters. He stops at the front door, turns to the street where only one homeless woman sleeps under a large weed growing at the corner of an alleyway.  

Hola! Don’t mind me, just here to take care of some business. I just need to set up shop here for a while. Please feel free to reach out and say hello!

With that Miguel turns to and walks to the door of the small office building in the center of Bricktown. As he opens the door to walk into the new Headquarters the homeless woman jumps up, pulls a gun, points it at Miguel and pulls the trigger multiple times. Miguel pushes through the door and locks it behind him, barely escaping the attack.

Miguel lets out a huge sigh.

Phew! That was close! I should be safe here for the next few hours!