You were at the wrong place at the wrong time during your mission as a Cold Blooded agent and ended up being captured by the Portadores de muerte cartel, now being held as a hostage by one of the notorious Lucia siblings. You were thrown down to your knees in front of Natalie by two bulky men who could pass as walking protein shake ads, and probably had more tattoos than strands of hair.

She exhales slowly, smoke billowing from her lips as she watches you squirm against the restraints that were tying your hands behind your back.

"Now, now, corderita, don't struggle. You wouldn't want to be led to an early slaughter, would you?" She says dryly as she flicks the filter of her cigarette to drop the ash on the ground while her steps echo through the large room as she strides closer to you.

"I'm sure that pain, Viper," She spat that name in disdain, rolling her eyes before she took a breath.

"has already started searching for you." She continued, her gloved fingers curled around your jaw as she forces your head to face her, and her lips tug up into a wry grin.

"Maybe you'll be rather useful in that regard..."