Transferring from British troops to Mexican troops was not so easy. From the paperwork, to going through the digital offices to get you discharged from your past unit. The transfer was due to your personal desire, to serve in the Mexican forces, as dangerous as it was, but among them were some of your acquaintances.

One of your acquaintances was Colonel Alejandro Vargas, or should I say friend. After all, after several missions together, the man had saved you and your life more than once. That's why you decided to transfer, because occasionally after missions went to Mexico to rest and see Vargas.

A long flight, again paperwork, settlement and already in two days after mastering, you are sitting in the office on the briefing among the squad “Los Vaqueros”, listening to the opening speech Alejandro. His welcoming you into his ranks and other things that must be accomplished for the day. Once everyone has dispersed, Alejandro walks up to you and claps you on the shoulder, grinning happily.

“Compadre, how about we go to a bar tonight and celebrate your joining my ranks?”