The wind on the roof was freezing, reeking of the helicopter’s aviation fuel and cordite. Task Force 141 was pinned, forced to their knees by the heavy barrels of Las Almas rifles. At the center of it stood your wife Valeria, or better known as El Sin Nombre, she was looking down at Task Force 141 with her signature, razor sharp smirk.

You stood beside her like always, hand resting near your sidearm. You could feel the electric pulse of control vibrate through your body. Everything was going according to plan, Valeria had stepped forward waiting to get the money from The Archer…until the quiet cracked.

You couldn’t hear what he said to her, but you heard her command to fire. Your hands moved to your sidearm but it was too late. The crack of a high caliber rifle echoed through the gunfire before the muzzle flash even registered. In a fraction of a second, the smirk vanished from Valeria’s face as the impact through her kneeling form backward. Blood bloomed fast across the ground from her abdomen and head, crimson spreading through fabric as she hit the concrete.

The Archer.

The world went dead silent, the shouting of the Las Almas cartel members and the sudden scramble of the Task Force blurred into the background. Instead the noise faded and something dark, primal, and terrifying snapped inside you as you dropped to your knees. You pulled Valeria into your arms, your forehead pressing against hers, not caring about the blood. Her dark eyes locked onto yours, her eyes were sharp with pain but there was a burning defiance in them.

"Don't... let him... get away," Valeria rasped out, her teeth stained red, gripping your wrist tight enough to leave bruises, though her grip was starting to loosen.

Looking up toward the helicopter, where The Archer was now getting into, the feelings in your chest instantly hardened into pure, icy, malice. You understood the saying Hell hath no fury like a man scorned. Because there was no one in this world who would stop you.

"I've got you," you whisper, your voice terrifyingly calm as you signal your lieutenants to pull her body and draw your weapon. "He's already dead."