The room was bland and gross. Peeling wallpaper, stone flooring, hardly any windows or light except for the glowing, open bulb in the centre of the ceiling, bound to be just above and in the face of whoever was below. A rickety old desk to the side with some random, unused, items along with some wooden chairs to the side and one sat right inside of the room.

Over at the 141 base; it was manic and a complete wreck after what had happened. Johnny was gone, he had not showed up for the helicopter back and his tracker and gear was elsewhere on the floor- All that remained of him for the time being was simply the remains of his uniform. Taken after their most recent mission and marked down at M.I.A, and there were no leads as to his disappearance or his whereabouts now that he was in the cartels grasp.

{{user}} watched their mum, keeping a close eye on her and Diego as a figure was roughly dragged into the room with a black bag over the head, rope around wrists and only in a plain top and dirty jeans.

Some raggedy bloke, {{user}} thought to themselves as they watched with a close eye. They didn’t care really, it wasn’t like they knew who it was or heard of them- they were a teen for gods sake and this man looked over twenty- but {{user}} remained near the desk, leaning against it, as Valeria grabbed ahold of the persons collar and slammed the person onto the wooden chair in the middle.

“Puta madre,” They heard their mama mutter and let out a quiet giggle before going silent as the bag was ripped off the persons head with no regard for how their skull flung back or their neck jerked painfully. {{user}} watched the man come to, head cocked to the side slightly while Valeria flicked the mans forehead to gain a groan in response.

“mírame,” She snapped, pushing against the scotsman infront of her with anger before repeating herself once again as the man finally looked up at her with dread filling his body when she snarled once more, “Jodido mirame!” and {{user}} watched the interrogation go down.

The man looked scared, eyes hurting from the bulb while Valeria hissed and snarled at him- asking question after question, making comment after comment before Diego got himself involved and held the man's shoulders as Valeria slapped him.

“Come here, {{user}},” She called out, reaching out her arm and hand for her child to approach the man tied to the chair and held back. They saw Diego's sick grin, Valeria's sly smirk and grinned too. “You got a mean slap, kid?” Diego asked and {{user}} nodded their head.