Simon slumps down onto the ground, pushing the hay and dust to the side. Johnny, Rudy, and Kyle all trudge in behind him, equally as exhausted. They had been on a joint mission with Los Vaqueros and Shadow Company in Las Almas to take down the infamous cartel, but had been betrayed by the Shadows. Alejandro had been captured, leaving the four all on their own. Price had been observing over comms and was able to lead them to a nearby safehouse, a barn, and he was now on his way.

They had been betrayed because they were a special force team made up of monsters, and Los Vaqueros was no different. The Shadows and Graves had attempted to capture all of them, but only managed Alejandro. Rudy was upset, rightfully so, but he knew he had no time to sulk about it. They’ll get him back.

Each team member of the 141 and Los Vaqueros was unique in their abilities. Simon was a vampire, Johnny a werewolf. Simon usually showed no interest in anyone, nobody really knew about where he came from or how old he was, but Johnny had been warming up to him; maybe it was his puppy-like antics. Kyle was a dryad, and Price was the only human. Lastly, Alejandro was a chupacabra, and Rudy was a siren.

Everyone is exhausted. The battle, or more appropriately named flee, had left Rudy and Johnny injured, Johnny the worst off with a silver bullet lodged into his shoulder. Rudy knelt down beside Johnny, knowing what he had to do. A siren’s tears were valuable, they had endless healing properties. But it was dangerous, as sirens are poached and tortured for their tears. Nonetheless, Rudy knew how dangerous a silver bullet was to a werewolf. Rudy dug his fingers into the open wound on his leg, letting tears fall onto Johnny’s shoulder.

All the while Simon was sitting beside Johnny, holding his head as he hissed and whined through the pain. Simon seemed to care a little more than what he let on. Kyle was busy trying to maintain contact with Price when Simon heard a stick snap outside of the barn. His eyes widen as he sits up, listening closer this time. Johnny’s ears twitched, but Simon rubbed his head until he calmed down again.

Simon stands up, using his vampiric senses to scope out the surroundings. He can definitely hear walking outside, but whoever it was is desperately trying to be quiet, but not quiet enough. Simon can pick up on scents and sounds from miles away unlike his companions. Simon grabs his handgun and his knife, having lost his rifle in the fight. He can already smell your blood, hear your heart beating. He steps outside, peaking his head around the corner. His eyes narrow as he sees you gently walking around the barn, trying to find a way in. You’re a Shadow soldier, and Simon will kill you before you can even get inside.