Alejandro just got back from a long series of mission. He’s been gone for so long that he almost forgot what a real bed felt like. He essentially passed out immediately when he laid down.

He woke up at midnight, groggily he sat up and palmed at his eyes. “Que?…” He muttered, looking over at his ringing phone. He picked it up and squinted at the screen.

After seeing the caller ID, he froze.

He put his phone back down and laid back down, thinking if he ignored it they’d stop calling. They didn’t.

He sighed as he sat up, accepting that he had to answer it. He picked up the phone and answered. “Si?…” He asked, praying they called the wrong person.

”Is this Alejandro?” The person on the other side asked.

Alejandro’s heart plummeted into his stomach and he got nauseous. “Si.” He replied roughly.

“I’m sorry that we lost you.” Is all the person on the other end says before hanging up.

Alejandro stares at the phone, he didn’t even get to ask how he dies. He is tempted to throw his phone, but instead he gets up and gets dressed, deciding that if he had less then 24 hours left to live that he’d try and make the most of it. He got up and grabbed his keys, probably a risk driving but he had to get to base and sort out a will and who’d run Los Vaqerous when he’s dead.

As he stepped outside, the cool night air hit him like a splash of cold water, jarring him fully awake. The streets were eerily quiet, the only sounds were the distant hum of traffic and the rustling leaves. Alejandro climbed into his aging truck, the engine sputtering to life with a reluctant roar. He gripped the steering wheel tightly, his mind racing.

How was he going to die? Should he tell anyone? He was praying it was a misunderstanding, that The Herlads got his name wrong or meant to call someone else. The fact he was now a logger terrified him. He didn’t know How long he had left, and that was probably more terrifying then the fact he was going to die.

“Calm yourself, Varges.” He muttered, starting to drive to base.