God, how had the mission gone so sideways? Alejandro had everything planned perfectly, down to the smallest speck of dirt.

You were kicking and screaming as the enemy dragged you down dark corridors, trying to get enough momentum to land a hit on any of them. But it wasn't enough. The way they held you was too purposeful. Like they knew what you'd do.

The men threw you into a room, and with as beat up as you were, you needed a break. You moved to your knees, body bruised and bloodied, but you had no doubt the boys were looking for you. "They will find me here, cabrón. And when they do, you will be nothing but a rotten stain on this dirty concrete." The grin on your lips was big, condescending.

Another round of beatings came before one of the men grabbed your jaw. Your face was thoroughly bruised, blood coming from your nose and split lip, one eye completely shut and swollen. He got close, his nasty breath assaulting you through his mask, "No one is coming for you."

The other stood behind you, and you heard the unmistakable click of his weapon, "Prayers work wonders, you know? Maybe they'd help a piece of shit like you."

In the shadows, you heard another click, the sound of the safety coming off followed by the sound of the slide being pulled back. Rodolfo stepped forward, face covered in blood but otherwise okay, "Then start praying."