Valeria and {{user}} despised each other with a passion. They were the leaders of respective rival cartels. They both wanted control over Las Almas and they were going to get it.

There was a chemical plant on the outskirts, making it a great resource and place. But both cartels happened to go there on the same night, at the same time.

Currently, both {{user}}’s and Valeria’s men were fighting outside in the lobby while they duked it out on the catwalks above the vats of acids and chemicals.

Valeria and {{user}} were evenly matched until {{user}} pinned Valeria down. Valeria then kicked them off, sending them stumbling back and through a broken part of the railing, barely being able to grab the edge of the path. Valeria sauntered over to {{user}} with a grin.

“Adios, amigo,” Valeria taunts. She cackles as she begins to step on {{user}}’s fingers.