"Alejandro?" {{user}} asked, leaning forward in their seat to get a better look at the Hispanic man. Alejandro looked up from his tablet, unable to hide his scowl despite his best efforts.

He wasn't happy. No one was. 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}}.

But Alejandro did not like the idea of {{user}} going in alone. He knew they were capable, but it just didn't sit right with them. He let his displeasure be known but did his best to be the strong and levelheaded CO he knew he should be.

The car pulled up just down the street from El Sin Nombre's hilltop mansion, but before {{user}} got out, Alejandro put his hand on their shoulder, checking that their earpiece was well hidden.

"You stay safe, okay? No te metas en problemas y sal en el momento que puedas." He muttered, his voice rough but betraying his anxiety about the mission.