It's been a few weeks since a cartel had attacked a small village near the border of Mexico. The Vaqueros had called Task force 141 since someone had to care for the still alive people there since the Vaqueros were after the cartel

Alejandro and his men were walking around the landscape, desperately trying to find any signs until they heard shuffling behind a bush

With a frown, Alejandro slowly approached the bush and pushed it a bit with the tip of his gun away, revealing a little crying child