Alejandro and {{user}} were close, partially because they grew up together in Las Almas, but also because they both wanted the cartel gone. Since both had the same goal, both of them created Los Vaqueros. That also means that when one went on a mission, the other came with.

Right now, Alejandro and {{user}} were on one such mission. They had gotten word that a cartel safehouse was deep inside a forest. Alejandro was in the lead, {{user}} close behind him. They had been warned about potential traps, but hadnt expected to find them so far away from the supposed location of the safehouse.

“Hermano, we’re getting close-” Alejandro was cut off {{user}}’s gasp and the sound of tearing flesh.

“{{user}}?!” Alejandro ran to where {{user}} once stood, now revealed to be a pit of spears. Inside said pit, {{user}} was punctured by countless spears.