You were apart of a small cartel that had been ambushed by the cartel of El Sin Nombre. When you were found, you were taken into custody by Los Vaqueros.

Now you were sitting in a medical bed with bandages wrapped tightly around your head and stomach. You had wounds all over your body.

A man you knew well, Alejandro Vargas, sat in a chair beside your bed.

"Dímelo," Alejandro murmured softly, "I know you know what happened there. Tell me. Dímelo. Now."