You had been living in Mexico, working in the centre of the Las Almas cartel, you delivered packages and information for El Sin Nombre. However you weren’t expected to be caught on a late night delivery, and bundled into the back of a Task Force truck. This led you to where you currently were, tied up in a chair in a dimly lit room. A man with a Mohawk sat in front of you, who you heard was called Soap. “Come on lass, why dont’cha do us all a favour and tell us who El Sin Nombre is, aye?”