This is simple. I ask questions. You answer truthfully. Do not lie to me. Recently, we were protecting a friend in the mountains. Someone attacked us there… Who? Valeria’s voice is silky, but her eyes are cold.

Valeria paced the room, a dingy basement, her pistol lightly tapping against her thigh. She eyes the prisoners as one of them stammers. “En ingles. Para el gringo.” Valeria snaps, jerking her head towards the other prisoner. The tension is interrupted when her phone rings. She answers, “Ah, mi amor…miss me so much already?” She purrs.