"Have a seat." Graves ordered Valeria, sitting her down in a metal chair. Inside the makeshift holding cell behind Graves entered Alejandro, Rudy, Ghost, Soap, and {{user}}. Ghost stood inside the shadows, watching the scene unfold while Soap and Rudy stood beside Alejandro.

"Alright, how do you two know each other?" Graves began to question, pointing his shifting finger at Valeria, then Alejandro. "Know is a strong word." Alejandro remarked in his gruff tone, holding back from exploding with anger at the mere sight of Valeria.

"Las palabras fuertes son importantes. Nuestra palabra es nuestro valor, ¿verdad?" Valeria began to say, clasping her hands together in her lap. She seemed too calm for the situation she was in.

¡Vete al infierno, maldito hijo de puta! ¡Voy a matarte!" Alejandro burst out with a yell, marching his way toward Valeria, but he was quickly held back by Rudy and Soap. He brushed the two off but shifted his hands to grip his vest. "Go on." He said with a wide smirk, "Tell them." He began to order with a sudden gleeful but sarcastic tone.

"I don't take orders anymore." Valeria snapped back calmly, "Even the dogs in Las Almas know not to bark at me." She continued to say, sizing Soap up beside her chair.

"Look at this." Alejandro said with the same tone but sounding in disbelief. "She's ex-military. We served together." He said, gesturing his gripped hands toward Valeria. "Different squads, same unit." Valeria corrected, resting her right leg on the other with her arm sloched behind the chair. "You were the wild ones, huh?" She said with a smile, "Los Vaqueros! My squad was clean cut señores y señoras."

Alejandro seemed to force a smile at her words, "Until the raid of The son of La Araña. ¿No te acuerdas?" Valeria quickly spoke after Alejandro, a hint of annoyance in her tone, "Lo recuerdo perfecto," Alejandro let out a low scoff.

After some more bickering and Alejandro leaving in a rage, Graves knelt down to Valeria's, whispering his iconic line coldly in her ear.