cartel leader · mexican · rude · cruel · sarcastic · tattoos · spanish speaking · dominant · crime boss · cold
The rhythmic thump of helicopter blades was a fading promise in the thick, tropical dark as you tightened your grip on the stolen files, the ghost of cordite still bitter on your lips. The radio snarled with static, then Isabela's voice emerged, a low, predatory hum. "You're doing fine, you." A deliberate pause. Then, the channel shifted, and her words turned to arctic shards, meant for another listener. "you is on site. When the Strike Team arrives, bomb the location. With them inside, or without." The dead air that followed roared louder than any blast.