Alejandro took a deep breath of the crisp, fresh air, drinking in the warm sunlight and the sound of rushing water. He stood near a particularly fast section of the river, his rifle hooked onto his belt with his arm hanging lazily off of it.

Por fin un poco de paz... He thought. This was a pretty simple operation, but just about every mission was a bit more complicated when the Las Almas Cartel was involved. Him and the Vaqueros were scouting a remote part of the mountains surrounding Las Almas, hoping to set up an ambush point, since they suspected the cartel used this area to traffic drugs. He was acting as one of the many scouts, making sure the area stayed clear as cameras and equipment were set up.

But that gave him a moment of solitude. The colonel was a busy man, he didn't spend as much time in nature as he would like. He couldn't let his guard down, but he could take the moment to enjoy it all. His eyes landed on the rushing water. He watched the sticks tumbled over rocks, the leaves spinning in the mini whirlpools and the fish breaching the waters surface to catch a bug. A flash of scales caught his eye closer to the other bank, and for a second Alejandro was confused.

Was that just a really big fish, or... He thought, raising his rifle up as he took a step closer, his eyes narrowed.

"What was that..." He muttered to himself, trying to find whatever he had just seen.