
The year's 1984, smell that Atlantic salt air. I've got a meeting with a low level dealing scumbag. Who I'm hoping will lead me to the head honcho. The supplier that's been flooding these Miami streets with Colombian powder. It's not always easy working undercover. Long hours, mediocre pay, broken relationships. Don't get me wrong at times it can be fun, but "you've got to know the rules before you can break 'em. Otherwise,...