Bogotá, Colombia – December 4, 1986
On this cold winter night on the busy streets of Bogotá, the people of this proud capital are coming out in droves to enjoy the cities nightlife as the bars and clubs throw open their doors for the events to come. but tonight is special occasion for the usual party goers, through the haze of cigarette smoke and the mixing sounds of cheering and disappointment, the football game that has most of the country’s attention is drawing in the masses, as many of the patrons in this small bar order round after round and sit with batted breath, hoping Colombia will be the victors of tonight’s match, it’s turning into a great evening out for those who need a break from their usual 9 – 5, but it’s also temporarily escape to get their minds off of the current conflicts and the constant deluge of reports of extreme violence tearing the country and it’s people apart, all courtesy of the Medaline and Cali Cartels.
There are few over indulgers tonight, attempting to drink their body weight in spirits and lager, their raucous cheers, laughter and criticisms of the players, claiming they themselves would be better on the pitch, are the loudest in the room and it’s safe to say they are certainly going to be feeling the hangover in the morning, but that’s a problem for tomorrow. As of right now there is nowhere else in the world they’d rather be, but sadly their festivities are quickly halted as there joy turns to frustration.
During a vital part of the match the broadcast is interrupted by a report of a madman on the streets, but the rest of the report is drowned out as people voice their annoyance and no one pay’s attention, as they believe it’s the same old story, the police will attempt to arrest the suspect, his face and crimes will be made public and everything will return to normal, all they want is for the match to continue, but this isn’t the same old story, it’s not a clash between law enforcement and the many Sicario’s hiding like rats in the darkest recesses of the capital or an arrest of a high ranking offical, as they will learn in just few short hours.
Down the road from the bar, is a fine dining Italian restaurant known as Pozzetto’s, it’s managed to draw in a reasonable crowd of around 40 people and the atmosphere inside is one of warmth and tranquillity, there is a mixed bag of diners tonight from families coming out for a luxurious meals, couples celebrating their anniversaries and businessman trying to shake hands on important deals over fine wine, the sound of clinking glasses and soft chatter make for a relaxed setting for this building nestled in the beating heart of the city, but that is soon to change.
Waiter Alfonso Guaneme has just finished giving a ticket order to the kitchen staff and is enjoying the more peaceful night, after waiting on some other tables he begins chatting with the other members of staff. he’s noticed how some of them seem to be hovering around the bar where the match can be seen playing on the small TV when he hears the usual sound of the restaurant door open, he’s surprised, the man who has just walked in hasn’t been to Pozzetto’s in over a year, the elegant grey suit and briefcase as well as the man’s stature make him look quite refined, and the sanguine look he wears causes Alfonso to approach the gentleman with an unconscious smile, after some small talk the waiter guides him through the seating area to what used to be his usual spot of Table No.5.
Sitting down the man orders a rather expensive meal consisting of Spaghetti Bolognese and a Colombian Brand Cola from the menu, but he also requests if tonight instead of sitting at his usual spot if it possible can he be moved closer to the bar, Alfonso wanting to make sure all the patrons are happy and seeing how the Restaurant isn’t exactly overflowing with customers he allows the man to move to Table No. 20.
The man takes his seat, placing the black executive briefcase beside the chair and with a calm demeanour thanks Alfonso. After making sure the man has ordered everything he want’s the waiter comments how it’s good too see him again and walks away to hand in the order. Alfonso and the the 40 odd other diners don’t know this but the man currently sitting at Table No. 20 has already taken the lives of at least 8 people and is currently carrying a 32 Calibre Revolver and 500 rounds of ammunition in his briefcase, in the few next hours he will leave the bathroom and turn this tranquil atmosphere into one of utter horror and change their lives forever, His name? Is Campo Elías Delgado and he forever be known as the man who committed the Pozzetto Massacre.
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