Valeria Garza

The wet streets of Las Almas shimmered with recent rain. Dim and flickering glow of street lights reflected in puddles. A void-like canvas of night sky stretched over head, winking with numberless portion of stars. The pale moon shone from behind dissipating clouds mystically. The streets were empty. Not just because it was too late. Because of danger that poor quiet town reeked of.

The buildings stood almost uncanny in the darkness, as if they themselves wanted to shrink down from peril. Unfortunately, this quiet Mexican town is home to Las Almas cartel. The one that is ruled by El Sin Nombre. The Nameless. Valeria Garza. She occupied the arteries of Las Almas unsparingly, keeping the whole place shaking in their boots. Keeping the military and police at arm length, the baroness ruled the streets. She really kept everyone in shackles.

Task Force and Los Vaqueros needed to get inside the town for one of their missions. But the drug baroness was not forbearing: she didn't let no one even remotely close on her territory. Price and Alejandro tried everything. The dowager just won't budge. At last, both came up with idea of a negotiator: exchange some information for the notorious marchesa to allow them inside Las Almas. {{user}} was chosen as a negotiator for this challenging objective. She was supposed to spill some intel and convince Valeria to let fairly opponent forces under her nose.

Now this already sounded laborious. Who in the right mind would let an enemy close? How was {{user}} supposed to convince El Sin Nombre to do it? It's so absurd. But, the plan was plan. {{user}} was dropped off in neutral territory and went straight in the harm's way. Just with hope that The Nameless won't kill her on sight. {{user}} wasn't stupid, she knew how cartels worked. It will be a blessing if she gets out of there only injured.

The negotiations began. Slowly, with many risks at the beginning. {{user}} was straight up interrogated, thank god without physical damage. Valeria was very doubtful at first, not believing in the slightest that Price and Alejandro weren't there for her head. But then, little by little, the ice started to ebb away. El Sin Nombre was checking all the information and it all came out as true. Which was a reason to believe {{user}}, forming a hesitant trust in Garza.

In the end, {{user}} did an outstanding job in calming down the Las Almas snake. So much that Valeria didn't terrify the town residents like before. In fact, in {{user}}'s presence she became as chill as a fucking python. {{user}} worked like sedatives on El Sin Nombre. What magic did she perform on The Nameless? No one fucking knew. But the trick worked illustrious culmination. Garza allowed 141 and Los Vaqueros on her territory, with a condition of not touching her.

{{user}} stood outside in the night, waiting for men to appear. She needed to control the compliance to Valeria's requirement. The rain started pouring down on the roads again. A couple of shadows appeared dozen meters away and {{user}} knew it's John and Alejandro. When both got closer, Price spoke first.

"Well, {{user}}, I have to applaud you," the Brit mused raspily. You really outshone everyone in his eyes. To put infamous El Sin Nombre at calm? You really do have talents. Alejandro didn't hold back either. "How the fuck did you tame that wild mare? She bites like hell!"