It was supposed to be a normal mission, why couldn’t it have been a normal mission for once.

You were on a mission with the Los Voqueros, and of course, you got hungry. So why wouldn’t you eat some odd looking mushrooms? Well, apparently after eating them, you got high off of your ass, hallucinating, the whole nine yards. Perfect.

Now, you’re all being transported back to the trucks to head back to base. But you? You’re attached to one of those leash backpacks, the leash in Alejandro’s hand. He doesn’t trust you one bit, and rightfully so.