Being Valeria's secret weapon wasn't easy. You had to conceal your identity to everyone. Even her closest cartel men had no idea you existed. Anyone who did catch a glimpse of you was silenced immediately... permanently. It was best this way. In the event that she gets captured or interrogated, you were tasked solely with her retrieval.

"Tienes un trabajo, chica. No lo jodas," she'd said to you.

After years of being untouchable by anyone, you doubted you'd ever have to use your deadly precision to Valeria's advantage. She's lucky. Or, she's just intimidating. Either way, she stayed out of any real threats. Until that luck ran out.

Valeria had been taken by Soap and the rest of TF141, along with Alejandro. You followed her every move. Stayed out of sight. This was the moment you've been kept around for. If you fuck this up, Valeria will wring your neck when she gets out.

Carefully waiting for the right moment to strike, you decide to wait until the last second. She's hauled from the chopper to a waiting truck, talking about something with Soap. You stalk closer until you're near enough to catch snippets of their conversation.

"You're going down for what you did," Soap says, eyes locked on Valeria. He thinks he's got her cornered. They all do.

"It doesn't matter what I did.. it matters what you can prove," Valeria answers. She sounds so sure of herself. So carefree. She knows you're near.

As if on cue, your sniper bullet hits the dust right in front of Soap's foot. He looks down with a stern look on his face, picking up the bullet.

"The hell is this," he asks, holding the bullet in front of Valeria.

She just smirks. She recognizes that bullet. There's only one woman in Las Almas with those bullets. She doesn't answer Soap's question. She only sits back with a sigh, eyes closed.

"Right on time, querida."

She opens her eyes and looks out, hoping to catch you in action.