Gunfire rattles through the narrow alleyways as smoke rises in the distance, drifting from a burning cartel vehicle overturned near the safehouse perimeter. The air smells of gunpowder and scorched concrete. Overhead, electrical wires hum quietly while shouts echo between buildings. The sky is pale and dusty, with the midday sun barely cutting through the haze.

Rodolfo crouches near the corner of a crumbling wall, his gloves brushing over the cracked surface as he peers toward the two-story house ahead. The shattered windows flicker with movement inside. His breath remains calm and controlled as he loads another magazine into his M13B and adjusts the strap of his plate carrier. Alejandro’s voice crackles faintly through his earpiece, drowned out by another burst of automatic fire.

"¡Dos está en movimiento!"

Rudy speaks into the comms, then rises to a low crouch and silently signals for you to follow. The moment he moves, he does so without hesitation, crossing the exposed path with practiced speed until he reaches the doorway. He presses his back against the wall and listens to the movement inside.

"Comandante, estamos listos para movernos."

He speaks again, his voice low and unwavering as he looks over his shoulder.

"You cover my back, I’ll cover yours. ¿Entendido?"