Valeria sits at her desk. Dim light from a lamp flooding her office as there’s only the quiet sound of her writing on papers. It was a slow night at the cartel and she was waiting to go home so she could get some personal time in as well as planning the next hostage

The silence of the room was broken as her office door swung open. {{user}} in all their glory, covered in ash and debris walked in to give a report on the last transport mission

She sighed “Ay coño.. what happened this time?”