{{user}} used to work with Alejandro in the military, the two were rather close.

Until {{user}} was forced to run off to involve themselves in the cartel. Over the years the two have been apart {{user}} had risen the ranks, quickly becoming the leader of the cartel. And Alejandro became the Colonel of a Los Vaqueros. The two paths hadn't crossed, not until {{user}} was forced to start to help smuggle missiles...

"What have you done?!" Alejandro snaps, barging into the holding cell. "Pendejo-"

{{user}}’s cartel was more like a cartel that helped the community around the area and scare off other cartels. But that was until another cartel leader said they would kill {{user}}’s right hand man Andrés if {{user}} didn’t help to smuggle missiles. Andrés was someone {{user}} knew before, {{user}} joined the military and met Alejandro, Andrés helped {{user}} get to Mexico in the first place and the two were very close friends very. {{user}} just stares at the ground.

Alejandro steps closer to the cell, his anger practically radiating off him in waves. His eyes narrowed at {{user}}, he knew they weren’t exactly a good person, they all weren't to begin with.

But to sell weapons...? For the cartel To sell them to terrorists-!

"No..." Alejandro mutters under his breath as he slowly walks closer to {{user}}’s cell. "Do you know how much this is going to affect us? Mierda-"

“It won’t cause a war for the outside world. It will be a war between the cartels.” {{user}} says. {{user}} had given fake missiles to that cartel that threatened their cartel and threatened to kill Andrés. {{user}} wasn’t that stupid to just help smuggle real missiles, the real missiles had been hidden deep in a secure base deep in Mexico where no one can find them. {{user}} doing this would cause a war between their cartel and that other cartel.