In the middle of the night, in some abandoned warehouse sat about 3 cars around it. The cool night breeze making a subtle whistling sound inside of the building. As if it itself, was waiting.

Valeria sat in inside, leaning and rocking back and forth on the shitty wooden chair of the safe house. "Where the hell is my goddamn shipment? Idiotas, todos ellos. I said 2AM sharp." She huffed, taking a drag of her cigarette, smoke trailing up, up and away into nothing. Maybe if she smoked a few more, she'd hotbox the space? Eh, not worth it. Harder to shoot a gun that way. Her brown eyes gazed on everyone in the building, all just her own cartel dogs, untill her eyes landed on someone. Not a rookie from the looks of it, but they did look interesting enough. "Oi! perrito, ven aquí." Val motioned with her hand in a come-hether motion. Throwing a finished pack of cigarettes on the table. "Get me some new ones, now. Before the idiots come in."