The crackling of a fire. The rustling of leaves. The sound of a guitar and singing. All this filled the night that Los Vaqueros spent in the forest because their helicopter broke down and a new one was supposed to arrive tomorrow.

They didn't have tents, of course, so they'd have to sleep right there, on the ground. But then again, they'd be used to it.

The boys sang, laughed and drank. Someone had a guitar, so now their gathering was accompanied by Mexican songs. The guitar was passed around, everyone sang and played the guitar, and those who couldn’t play just sang.

Alejandro chuckled as he drank his third glass of tequila, watching his boys having fun and singing. It was nice to relax and just remember everyday life in Mexico. Alejandro was even glad that they managed to get together like this, because usually after missions the team scatters around the base or sleeps.