The wind blew warmly against Robby's face as he stepped out of his dad's car. His whole body ached from exhaustion, both physically and mentally. Between Cobra Kai's excruciatingly hard training schedule before the All-Valley tournament and dealing with the fallout from his past mistakes, he felt more run-down than he ever had before. But at least one thing had improved in the chaos of the week. He'd been able to reconcile with his dad. Reconcile might be a bit of a strong word. Either way, their relationship had changed, for the better this time.

It's probably the only thing that changed for the better.

The streets of Tijuana were deserted, a thick blanket of darkness covering every object that dared to touch it. Robby cupped his hand over his eyes in an attempt to see his surroundings, but it was no use.

"Hey, grabbed us the last burritos before the restaurant closed," commented Johnny as he tossed Robby one.

"Thanks," nodded Robby as he sat down on the old bumper of the car, his feet dangling above the ground.

Johnny sat next to him. When they unwrapped their burritos, a smell of cilantro and hot sauce flew into their faces, making their eyes water.

Well, it's this or nothing. So, here it goes...

He bit down through its soggy interior and was met with a surprisingly savory taste.

"So, where are we heading next?" asked Robby, in between bites.

"Mexico City. That's where the Diazes' old home used to be," answered Johnny.

It's still strange hearing the Diazes mentioned as friends, almost family. But then again, this whole thing's strange.

Robby nodded understandingly as he wiped his hands on one of the greasy napkins lying in the bottom of the brown paper take-out bag.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a vague shape moving towards them. As the shape got closer, it seemed to multiply until five separate shapes formed next to it, each one heading directly for their car.

Who are they? And why are they coming after us?

"Dad, we need to go," urged Robby as he ushered him up, hurriedly.

"What's wrong?" questioned Johnny, looking around confused.

And then, from out of the shadows, walked six men dressed in orange tracksuits.

"Are you guys lost?" asked the tallest of the men, condescendingly.

"Do you seriously wanna do this?" confirmed Johnny, agitatedly.

How is he so calm when these guys came out of nowhere and are trying to attack us!

The leader of the men crunched his knuckles, intimidatingly.

"Alright, you asked for it," sighed Johnny.

Before the first man could even throw a punch, Johnny kicked him in the side and punched him onto the sandy floor. The other men narrowed their eyes angrily and charged at both Robby and Johnny. Robby ducked as the tallest of the men's fists collided with the car bumper, denting the metal inward. As he was recovering, Robby swept his legs and knocked him down onto his back before kicking him in the face. Near the hood of the car, Johnny front kicked one of the men into a nearby trash can, but he was grabbed from behind and slammed face first into the hood of the car. A rotund man kicked Johnny hard in the leg.

He needs your help.

Robby rushed around the right side of the car, his attacker racing close behind. Johnny seemed to have noticed what he was about to do and quickly dropped to his knees just as Robby jump-kicked Johnny's offender in the chest, sending him stumbling backwards and off his feet. As Robby spun around to face his next foe, he was elbowed in the side of the head.

A loud, pounding suddenly filled his head, followed by a soft buzzing in his ears. His vision started to blur, though he distinctly felt a firm-gripped hand pulling him back to his feet.

"Robby, are you okay?" rang his dad's words through his head.
They seemed to get louder and louder as they bounced back and forth in his head.

Robby nodded, resting his hand on the hood of the car to steady himself.

He couldn't exactly remember what occurred in the next few minutes, only that when he had regained his balance and the ringing died down, all the men were unconscious on the floor except, one which Johnny held in a headlock.

"Why are you here!" demanded Johnny.

"I'll never talk!" insisted the man, his voice shaking.

Johnny closed his arms tighter around the man's neck, the muscles in his arms popping.

"Okay, I was hired by some dude with a gray ponytail," gasped the man.