[b]Puerto Barrios
4th June 1960[/b]

Rubén Carvallo had been all over Central America for the past month, trying to convince the people that President Blackwell was going to do good. Blackwell’s speech near the Mexican border only helped to make the Mexican government upset, furthering their rivalry. As for Carvallo’s speech in Amatitlán, it went well enough that people weren’t publicly calling for Blackwell’s resignation in the town. Regardless, Blackwell did good enough in front of the press. Then, he decided to sponsor the Anti-Socialist Acts. With the rise of socialism across the world, it looked favorable for right-wingers and capitalists while left-wingers cried about ‘human right violations.’ And when it was passed, his popularity started to finally rise. It wasn’t a lot, but it was a start.

Carvallo was in his hotel room in Puerto Barrios, getting ready for his speech to the workers at one of the many plantations owned by the Fruit and Trade of Central America (Fruta y Comercio de Centroamérica). It traded in tropical fruits (primarily bananas and coffee beans) and sold them across the world. At the beginning of 1960, the corporation announced modernization of their entire business from the plantations to their products and marketing. It was a way to still be relative to the rise of other fruit companies all over the world. President Blackwell vowed that the government would help speed modernization to produce jobs in the fruit industry.

Soon after gathering his notes, he left for the plantation with body guards for protection against possible threats. A lot of people had arrived to witness their vice president give the usual speech about jobs. Like he did back in Amatitlán. Carvallo smiled and waved at the workers as he walked towards the stage.
 
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[b]Guatemala City	
4th June 1960[/b]

Inside one of many warehouses in the industrial district, two men were finishing up with loading the drugs into an eighteen-wheeler truck. Lucián Morillo, the truck driver, was tasked with delivering one million dollars’ worth of cocaine by the Collazo-López cartel. The job was easy enough for a regular to understand: get the drugs across the border to Mexico and deliver it to the Mexican drug cartel that brought the drugs. Of course, the drugs were different depending on the job; however, cocaine was often the most brought drug.

When the drugs were finally loaded in the truck, Morillo closed the body seals and approached one of many cartel’s enforcer. “Is everything in order?” he asked the enforcer, who was writing down something on his notebook.

He nodded, “You are clear to leave anytime. Just remember about the border.”

“I know what to do.” Morillo rolled his eyes as he entered the driver seat of the truck and started it up. Once it was started up, the enforcer opened the garage door up to let the truck leave the warehouse. He then waved at Morillo as the driver drove pass him. Afterwards, he went to the nearest telephone booth and called his boss.
 
“The truck has left for its destination, sir.” the enforcer answered. However, there was silence on the other line as some sort of party could be heard in the background. The boss responded, “Sorry about that. You are clear to come back. Be careful of the police.” The enforcer hung up the phone and walked towards his car. It wasn’t the latest model, but it has been there for him since the shootout of '56.
He entered the car and drove away from the empty parking lot, heading back to his second home.