It was a year-long hunt for Valeria, and Alejandro had been working his ass off to find her. After searching Las Almas for any sign of her for the time that made it a dozen, he heard a blood curdling scream coming from a club. The sounds of gunshots rang out barely a minute later.

Alejandro quickly rushed to the scene, an absolute blood bath. Music still played loudly over the speakers, ruffling the voices of cartel members. One stuck out to him.

"Idiota! You let one get away!"

Valeria.

Alejandro gripped his assault rifle, going to rush to the scene only to have a woman nearly tackle him. She was utterly terrified until her last moments when a bullet shot through her head.

"Do I have to finish all of your work for you, Russians?" Valeria's voice continued to ring out.

Alejandro stuck his head out of the cover of the bar counter, stuck in the middle of the bar, just to see Valeria with a mix of six Russian soldiers and cartel members were checking the last of the bodies.

At a closer glance, Alejandro recognized the insignia on one of the Russian's arms, Konni.