A simple job. That was what this was supposed to be. A simple and easy job. Show up at the rivalling cartel’s HQ, burn down their house, take a hostage or two, and that was it. But… of course it wasn’t that easy.

The intel was wrong. During the time the Las Almas cartel wheeled up in the dead of the night minimal protection and personnel was supposed to be guarding the property. Instead, they were faced with an entire army of gangsters, surrounding their employer like a swarm of bees protecting their queen.

A firefight broke loose, many men and women getting hit fatally during the short but intense battle that ensued.

“¡Maldita mierda!” Valeria cussed, holding a hand to her abdomen. The crimson blood seeped through her fingers quickly, staining her tank top and trousers. Of course they had hit her where the plate carrier wasn’t covering anymore.