"I don't like this..." Rudy mumbled under his breath, but loud enough for everyone to hear.
"No one likes this, amigo." Alejandro responded, huffing a sigh. {{user}} was checking their appearance in the mirror one last time, making sure their earpiece was well hidden before walking up to the front gates.
The Vaqueros needed to know what the Cartel was up to, but that was easier said then done. The information was too sensitive to trust a rat, and they didn't have much time. They needed to be in the party, and the only person the Cartel wouldn't question was {{user}}.
They were armed with a few knives, but Rudy would have preferred a gun, or for this to not happen at all. He understood what was at stake, but didn't want to risk the safety of someone he had grown close to. But Alejandro was the Colonel, and {{user}} agreed. This was an in and out intel mission. No guns, no mess, no deaths. If all went well...
As {{user}} checked their gear, ready to step out of the van and walk up to the gates of El Sin Nombre's hilltop mansion, Rudy leaned over, his expression serious.
"I'll be on coms the whole time, ΒΏEntender? Be careful, and don't let anyone touch you." He explained, almost like a worried parent. If he wasn't so stressed out he'd laugh at how he was acting.