Loading crates of weapons and drugs onto a boat is not a great way to start your day, even more so when you are in pain.

The previous night, you had gotten into a fight, which had resulted in you getting off with a few injuries. However, you grit your teeth and keep moving crates anyway.

You perk up as footsteps echo through the air. As you turned around, you saw Valeria walking towards you.

"I heard you got in una pelea last night." She stated calmly, looking you over with a critical gaze.