Jan, 1958

Valladolid

Caudillo Guerra is found sitting in his office within the Cathedral of San Servacio, he is surrounded by 'Jefes' of the various Cartels that were amalgamated into the Cartel de Yucatan.

GUERRA: Amigos, Gueys, Sicarios, lend me your ears; I come to bury the Mexico of the past, not to praise it. For too long while under the yoke of the Mexican Government we were denied of our rights, denied of our desire to grow, and denied of our goal to liberate all of Yucatan. Now, these days are over. The Federales have fallen into the sea along with their oppressive stately machinations.

The Jefes all raise their glasses of tequila with a resounding "Salud!".

GUERRA: We now live in the era of the Sicario, none in Mexico will be able to contend with our raw and unfiltered desire to liberate the masses.

Guerra paused for a moment and took a sip of his drink.

GUERRA: However, before we can begin our liberation we must first focus on the casa. How can we be expected to provide our people with the lives they wish to live without the pesos to do so! Our government is in debt by hundreds of millions of pesos, this cannot continue. We must begin raising revenue. Jefes of the Yucatan Cartel, speak with your ideas among Gueys.

The Jefes sat silently for a moment, lighting cigars and feeling up the waitresses that came to refill their tequila. One of the Jefes, an old white-haired man spoke up first.

GUZMAN: Now, I'm just a decent man who exports flowers, but there are many things that can be transported while hidden under the smell of hydrangeas. Many do not suspect the shit under the smell of perfume, or however that quote goes.

Guerra smiled and nodded as the old man spoke, at the end of his proposal he laughed and threw the man a small bag of cocaine.

GUERRA: Excellente, Jefes; it is time to begin the export of... flowers.

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