Nightmare
is his code name
and it's truly a nightmare for many
The real controller of the Havana Drug Trafficking Group, the big bald guy that Olivia and the others met before was just the head of his smuggling department.
That missile was fired only with Nightmare's approval.
Sitting in a chair with sunglasses, his gilded prosthetic right hand occasionally caressed the jaguar sprawled on the steps beside him.
Wild animals that have been brain-modified by biotechnology will obey all of their owner's commands, they are these Cuban drug lords' favorite pets.
Even after learning that Horizon Mercenaries had landed on Pig Bay, there was no trace of tension on his face.
On the huge screen in front of him stood a dozen or so people of various types.
There was a one-eyed warlord, a curvy bombshell, a researcher in a lab coat, a priest holding a Bible, and even a transvestite, all sorts of odd characters.
