He came to this steel black door in the back of the antique building. It wasn't part of the original architecture. This was put in in the 1990's, when Las Serpientes came to make their first visit. He then recalled that night on the news. Senor Raul Juarez was the mafia drug dealer and Jorge Estavez was his third man in the ring. He was a bad dude that got kids as young as ten to try anything that they had brought over from Columbia. Drew cringed and cocked his gun, ready. He rolled the door open. It was quiet except for a faint cry way in the back room, where another steel door, obviously not original, was locked. He heard two gun shots and ran toward the crying. He realized he had to play it cool and quietly walked to the door. A tall, muscular South American man walked out with a machine gun and looked straight at Drew. He called out to Drew, "Senor Hernandez is waiting, please step inside." Before he was able to enter the man searched him head to toe and confiscated his gun. He thought, Oh no! Not good! Both men entered and Drew had a machine gun aimed at his head from the back. Two more men with muscles and guns were on both sides of Hernandez. "Come in," he demanded in a soft but firm tone. Senor Rafael Hernandez was a man of only 5'6", but was the second most powerful in Juarez' mafia. He didn't look threatening, but his voice boomed strength and evil. "Glad you made it. Come. Sit down and have some tequila," he demanded. The only problem with that is that Drew never drank tequila. But it was demanded.
He took a sip and about gagged. He still remembered Psalm 27:3 and somehow knew God would take care of him. He was surprised by that, nevertheless. Senor Hernandez spoke again. "I have a deal for you. In order to get your girlfriend back, I need a favor of you." Drew took a deep breath. He was glad he wasn't going to be killed...just yet. "What do you need me to do?", Drew asked with a shaky voice. The man put his hands together with his fingertips, under his chin, and just stared blankly at Drew. Drew didn't know what would be next and that scared him. The man slightly laughed. Drew asked again, "What do you want me to do to get me and my girlfriend out of here?" The man hesitated, then stated, "Patience, my boy!" He motioned for one of his men that had a package. The man brought it to Hernandez. Hernandez looked directly in the eyes of Drew and said, "Take this package to San Juan, Puerto Rico, at 555 La Roca Calle." It must be drugs, Drew thought. And Puerto Rico!? Hernandez got up and went over to Drew and put his hand on his shoulder. "I will send a plane tonight at 8. Get what you need at home and be back here at 7:30. We will be watching you!", Rafael Hernandez ordered. Drew walked out, hearing the cries of pleas from Sheila. He held strong and confident. He would only do this for her, because he loved her. It can't be that bad. I'll get over there in secret, and leave in secret. No one will know, he thought to himself. Oh God, if you have never helped me before, please help me now, Lord. He looked back at the building as he was getting in his jeep and leaving. He looked up and prayed he'd find the confidence David found in Psalm 27.