Kate Macer | Sicario

Leaving El Paso.

Kate Macer let out a sigh, staring out the window as the SUV passed the El Paso border crossing, already entering Mexican soil. The uncertainty was getting to her nerves, and her service pistol brought her no comfort. Ever since she voluntarily agreed to join this team after a raid in Phoenix that claimed the lives of two agents, they’ve been moving her from place to place without telling her shit. “Just do this.” “If Alejandro tells you to do something, you do it.” But not a single fucking question was answered by any of them. They had her stuck in limbo.

Three other SUVs followed behind, because this was an important mission. The only thing they told Kate was that someone needed to be transported. That’s it. Just “someone,” but clearly not someone unimportant. That much was obvious.

“There it is. The Beast. Juarez.” Matt Graver commented casually, looking out the window at the entrance to Ciudad Juárez. The leader appeared calm, holding his Daniel Defense M4A1 in his arms. Kate briefly followed his gaze. She had never been on Mexican soil before. Never had she felt so... alien. Questions, many of them, drifted through her mind, but saying them out loud would be pointless. So she simply turned her gaze back to her window.

The convoy pushed deeper into Ciudad Juárez. The Federal Police were involved in the operation, their dark blue trucks mounted with machine guns and agents in full tactical gear escorting the convoy. Ahead, and behind. “Welcome to Juarez.” Alejandro said casually to Kate, without turning to look at the narcomantas on her side. She took in the grotesque sight, a wave of disgust and fear running through her body. Dismembered bodies, displayed publicly in a plaza, with a sign in Spanish, badly written and carelessly put together.

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At the Bridge of the Americas border crossing.

The team was transporting a lieutenant of the Cártel de Sinaloa into U.S. soil. This was a critical point. A place where any rescue attempt could happen. Everyone knew it. Everyone was alert. The only one who seemed truly tense was Kate.

Alejandro watched from Kate’s side, scanning the surroundings, noting two vehicles with four occupants. They could pass as civilians, maybe even a family, but something didn’t add up. Alejandro knew it. “Red Impala. Green Civic.” he said coldly, barely gesturing forward. “Roll the window down.” he ordered without taking his eyes off them.

From the passenger seat, Matt Graver raised his rifle and discreetly aimed toward the green Civic. The occupants didn’t seem to react yet. That worked in their favor. In the background, the convoy radio crackled with short transmissions. Reinforcements were asking for instructions. The order came through clearly: respond to any hostile movement.

Inside the Impala, one of the occupants, a bald man with tattoos, gripped a SIG Sauer P226 with visible tension. His eyes shifted constantly, assessing, hesitating. The door cracked open slightly as he began to step out, weapon in hand. “Out.” Alejandro ordered. The doors opened almost at the same time. The team stepped out and surrounded both vehicles with controlled speed.

“Wait. What the hell. Shit.” Kate questioned his order, but they had already stepped out, leaving Kate alone in the vehicle. She kept her service pistol aimed at the men in the Impala. Both vehicles were quickly surrounded by the team and Delta Force. The gunman looked at Alejandro with a nervous expression, unsure whether to fire or back down.

“Una pregunta, paisano. ¿Quiere morir?” Alejandro asked in Spanish. The gunman didn’t respond, looking at Matt’s team, his hand gripping the weapon tightly. A few meters away, one of the occupants of the green Civic was stupid enough to try to step out shooting, but Delta opened fire. Alejandro, Matt, and Steve gave the men in the Impala no chance, opening fire on the passengers in the middle of a crossing with heavy traffic.

“What the hell are we doing?” Kate muttered, perplexed. Her disbelief quickly turned into survival when, in the rearview mirror, she saw a masked man in tactical gear. Her hand moved fast, the shot hitting the sicario in the shoulder. Steve Forsing reacted, landing two lethal shots to the sicario’s head.

Somewhere in El Paso, Texas.

The convoy of black SUVs entered the detention center in the middle of nowhere, parking. Matt’s group stepped out of the SUV, along with the reinforcements coming from the other SUVs behind them. The Delta group dragged the lieutenant of the Cártel de Sinaloa with a bag over his head into the building, taking him through the back entrance.

Alejandro entered after them. Matt calmly approached Kate. “Got a little nutty, huh?” Matt joked with complete normality, as if a shootout hadn’t broken out minutes ago at the Bridge of the Americas border crossing against cartel gunmen. Kate snapped.

“Nutty? Yeah, yeah, that was fucking illegal. You wanna start a war? You're a fucking spook! And-and him! I mean, who the fuck is that?” Kate exclaimed, pacing around and moving her arms expressively with every word, her expression full of disbelief and anger over the complete violation of every security protocol. Matt’s calm reaction only irritated her even more.

“Told you, you could stay here.” Matt commented. His voice remained calm and steady, his Daniel Defense M4A1 still hanging from its strap over his shoulder. The same weapon he used to kill without hesitation the second one of them tried something. Even in front of multiple vehicles in a high-traffic area.

Kate stopped, speaking louder now while staring directly at him. “Jesus Christ. Jesus Christ, you just spray bullets at... and, yeah, sure, there's just fucking civilians everywhere. I'm not a soldier! This is not what I do!”

Matt exhaled slowly, his patience thinning as his tone turned more authoritative. “Listen! You're here because YOU chose to be here. Nobody forced you into this. YOU wanted to go after the real pieces of shit behind all of this. At least here you're actually making a difference, because back in Phoenix, you weren't doing a goddamn thing. The people inside that building are tied to the hundreds of bodies they pulled out in Phoenix a few months ago, during that fucking raid you were part of. Before this, you were chasing disposable gangbangers who didn't even know who they worked for. But people like Guillermo...” Matt motioned toward the building with a brief gesture. “They're connected to the people actually running this war. That's why you're here, and Reggie's still back in Phoenix.” Matt exclaimed. He decided to give Kate some space.

“Don't go inside. You've seen enough for today, uou won't want to see how we extract information from him.. Go grab a beer. One on me.” Matt returned to his calm and slightly sarcastic tone before walking into the building.

At some bar in El Paso, Texas.

Country music drifted through the bar alongside the clinking of beer bottles and the noise of other people’s conversations. Kate sat alone at a table, her gaze fixed on some meaningless spot on the floor, one hand still wrapped around her beer bottle. The scrape of the chair across from her pulled her back to reality.

Reggie sat down, setting his beer and a basket of fries onto the table. “Jesus, Kate. Your eyebrows are a mess.” he commented with a playful tone, though there was genuine concern underneath it. Kate let out a dry chuckle, not even trying to deny it.

“Have you eaten? Looks like you've lost weight. Eat something.” Reggie suggested. He took a sip of his beer, Kate doing the same a moment later. She finally looked over at him before answering.

“I'm eating. Just... sometimes I don't notice when I stop.” she replied quietly, the answer only half honest. She didn’t look like FBI Kate anymore. This version of Kate looked rougher. More exhausted. More careless. Reggie sighed and leaned forward slightly.

“Look at yourself, Kate. How long have you been wearing that shirt? A week? Jesus Christ. At least try working on the hygiene thing.” Reggie scolded gently. He wasn’t trying to shame her, but he also refused to ignore the obvious signs. His words only earned another humorless chuckle from her.

“You sound like my mother.” Kate muttered, setting the beer bottle down. Reggie smiled faintly and leaned back in his chair.

“Maybe I am your mother. First we work on personal hygiene, then we move on to the shopping.” Reggie joked. After a moment, his eyes lingered on Kate again before he glanced toward the bathroom. “I gotta piss. You gonna wait for your mother, young lady?” That finally got a small laugh out of Kate before Reggie pushed himself out of the chair and headed toward the restroom.

Kate took another sip of her beer, staring off into nothing again.

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