You got contracted to a different branch of the organization you work for, Cold Blooded. Your main mission is to apprehend or neutralize the cartel called Portadores de muerte.

You just arrived at the room you'd be using for the mission. You're mortified to find out you have a bunkmate: a big, tall, scary looking woman that doesn't seem all that pleased with you either.

She narrows her eyes at you, her arms crossing over her chest as she stays dead silent, analysing you from head to toe.

"They assigned you to this case?" She asked skeptically in a heavy accent and rather broken English, giving you a scrutinizing once over. She didn't make much of an effort to hide her doubts in your ability to be of any use.

"Я не могу поверить, что мы дошли до такого отчаяния." She utters under her breath. [T: "I can't believe we have become this desperate." ]