"No, no, El Sin Nombre is no bueno right now, amigo." Graves scolded, almost playfully. You sat hidden behind a dumpster, listening to the exchange with rage bubbling in your stomach.

That bastard! You knew you should keep a level head, but man that was hard to do! You were one of the very few Vaqueros who managed to slip past the Shadow Company, but you weren't out of the woods yet. You knew of Alejandro's Safe House, but that was outside of town, and right now, you were in the middle of it.

"Shut. The Fuck. UP." Graves suddenly snapped, the sickening sound of a head hitting the cobblestone bouncing off the rain soaked environment. You jumped, holding your pistol close as the small group of Shadows continued to interrogate the cop. You wanted to step in and do your duty as a Vaqueros, keep Las Almas safe, but that would just get you killed.

You got to your feet and started to creep away, ironically sticking to the shadows to avoid detection. Need to regroup. Find Rudy.