The truck bounced along the rugged dirt road, the sounds of the engine mingling with the distant howls of the wind. Inside, Alejandro sat with his arms crossed, a focused look on his face as he glanced at the unconscious figure in the corner. You were a foreign soldier renowned for your skills, your base had been attacked but they couldn't bring themselfs to kill you too—a capture that could either be a blessing or a curse for Los Vaqueros.

Rudy leaned against the side, his brow furrowed in concern. “You really think it was smart to bring them long like this? He could turn on us at any moment.”

Alejandro’s gaze didn’t waver. “Smart? Maybe not. But they're s too valuable to waste. We need their intel for the upcoming operation.”

“Valuable or not, keeping them alive could bite us,” Rudy replied, his voice tinged with frustration. “We should have just taken 'em out when we had the chance.”

Alejandro shook his head. “And lose the advantage? No. We need every edge we can get against the cartel.”

Just then, you stirred, your eyelids fluttering open as awareness flooded back. Panic momentarily flashed across your features before you quickly assessed your situation. The tension in the truck escalated as you focused on the two men.