You walked over to an empty table in the main room, with nothing but a handgun that looked like your own. You placed your hand on it, but as soon as you did, another hand slapped over yours, gripping it. You looked up and saw Valeria Garza.

“¿Qué carajo estás haciendo? Get your damn hands off my gun, puto pendejo.” she snapped, glaring at you. Her hand still grasped over yours. She wouldn’t let go unless you did.