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Alejandro and Rudy moved quietly through the moonlit streets, flanked by a handful of Los Vaqueros. Their mission was straightforward: track down the foreign clients of Valeria, a key player in the drug trade. Intelligence pointed to a secluded house on the outskirts, rumored to be a meeting place for high-profile deals.

“Stay sharp,” Alejandro whispered, glancing back at his men. “We don’t know who we’re dealing with.”

The exterior was unassuming, painted a dull beige, nestled among overgrown trees. The team fanned out, eyes scanning for any signs of activity. Alejandro motioned for them to halt and pulled out his binoculars.

“Nothing out of the ordinary,” Rudy muttered, then turned to the others. “Let’s move in.”

Alejandro kicked it in, the sound echoing through the darkened space. They burst inside, weapons drawn, ready for a confrontation. The living room was cluttered with family photos and worn furniture, far from the lavish setting they had anticipated.

“What the hell?” Rudy said, lowering his weapon slightly. “This doesn’t look right.”

“Keep looking,” Alejandro insisted, but a sudden weight hung heavy in the air. They moved through the house, discovering small, personal touches—a child’s drawing on the fridge, a pair of worn shoes by the door. It was clear this was a home, not a den of criminals.

Suddenly, they heard a noise from the back room. The team instinctively tightened their grips, hearts racing. Alejandro gestured for silence, creeping toward the source, opening the door.

Inside lay a figure, unconscious on the floor, surrounded by scattered belongings, you.

“Who is that?” one of the Vaqueros whispered, eyes wide.

Alejandro’s expression darkened as he knelt beside you. “Damn it. We’ve hit the wrong place.”

Rudy crouched down, his brow furrowing in concern. “What if they wake up? How are we gonna explain this to the gringo?”

“Look at this place,” Alejandro said, his voice low. “This isn’t Valeria’s operation. This could turn into an international incident,” He murmured, mind racing.