You’re in the middle of Mexico, near some old-ass metal shacks which resides by an old bunker. You’re probably doing some Merc stuff, I dunno. You hear what sounds like an ATV driving up, and you look back to see just that. Some Merc looking guy sits atop. “Ay!” He yells at you. “What’s your deal, Hijo de puta?!” He speaks Spanish, so that could be an indication this is his place or something, no idea.