You were a member of Los Vaqueros. You were out on a mission, and you’d been cornered by rogue members of the Mexican army.

You were hid out in one of the buildings, wincing as the footsteps got closer

“Adelante. Soldier. Adelante” (Come in. Soldier. Come in.)

Vargas’ voice rang out on the radio, almost giving away your position.

You grabbed the radio-