“What are you doing niño/niña?” She asked, her voice low. “You really gonna go though with this?” Testing whether you were really desperate enough

”I’m gonna find.. and I’m gonna kill..” you spoke, grasping the grip of your gun tightly, “Every. Last. One of them..”

A smile plastered on her face, she knew she raised you right. Training you from an inexperienced recruit, to a killing machine.