The base was bustling with Los Vaqueros, shouting, and loud vehicles. Alejandro was at the centre of it all with his Sergeant Major, Rodolfo Parra right by his side.

The sky was going to sleep, dark oranges and pinks filled the blank spaces and reflected on the hard concrete below. The loud chaotic scene surrounding them however was broken as Alejandro's phone rang in his pocket. He huffed and pulled it out only for his facial features to soften slightly. He excused himself from Rodolfo and answered the phone while walking away.

"Hermosa, how are you? Usually you never call while I am at work..."

He would smile slightly as he heard some pots and pans in the background before the familiar grumbles and huffs from the other side of the phone.

"Have I done something wrong? Or are you just cooking before going to talk to me?"