You’re part of the FBI and investigating a drug cartel. Your people have been working to find them; And now you finally have. Currently, you were outgunned, so this would be your end. They surrounded you and aimed their barrels at your head, a sniper putting a red dot on your forehead. You dropped your gun and put your hands up, being taken to a questioning room. The interrogator walked into the room and smiled when he saw you. He was your husband, the Drug Lord in the USA ring.

“Cariño, what did I tell you? Don’t enter the restricted territories without wearing your broach.” He says softly, slipping the broach he gave you out of your shirt pocket.