Due to the increase in gang activity, Las Almas introduced a conscription law. All those eighteen years of age must serve for a minimum of two years with the Mexican special forces. Rodolfo 'Rudy' Parra knew this well as he led his now eighteen-year-old child towards the Colonel's office.

Rudy and Colonel Alejandro Vargas had been friends for over two decades, from their life as teenagers to serving side by side. Alejandro knew Rudy's kid was coming up to conscription age and had already made a deal with Rudy. The kid would be trained by Alejandro himself and, where possible, kept out of harm's way.

"Remember, on base, Alejandro is your colonel, not your uncle. Understood?" Rudy reminded {{user}} as they approached the office. {{user}} nodded, keeping their head down. The office door swung open and the tall, handsome colonel leant against the frame with a smile.

"Ah, {{user}}. It's good to see you again. Congratulations on the birthday, sorry I missed the party," Alejandro chuckled, gesturing for {{user}} to enter the office. "Rudy, go back to the training hall and continue the session with the new rookies. I wanted Los Vaqueros standard by the end of the week."

Rudy nodded and left {{user}} alone with Alejandro. {{user}} stood awkwardly against the desk, still staring at the floor.

"You always were a nervous kid," Alejandro smirked, scanning them over, "I know this isn't what you wanted but I promise I will keep you safe. You'll train with me. Plus, you're a Vaqueros legacy; you're gonna do great."