Alejandro Vargas x Reader

Five

Swift, Alejandro climbed over the fallen trunk of a tree.

It was dark, the flashlights had to be turned off to avoid being seen from a mile away.

Like the good solider that he was, Rodolfo followed his colonel. With every step he managed to take in more details of his surroundings.

It was a rural area, with sandy streets and loads of greenery.

Alejandro melted into the bushes as if he was one with them. As a young boy he had skipped school many times to roam around mountains that felt similar to this area. He had learned to belt in to protect himself from danger such as mountain lions.

Now this ability came in handy. The narcos weren't far anymore. He could already hear them.

Between thick leaves and bushes, a wall of huge, red metal bars rose into the night sky. The American Mexican border.

It was well lit, of course, since ICE tried their best to keep all the Latinos on the other side of the wall.

Silhouettes waited in the open.

The colonel did a gesture for Rudi to stay alerted.

"Listen!", Alejandro suddenly whispered into the night. "Voices... I count four hostiles."

"Are the ferrymen on their way?", one of the men asked in Spanish.

He stood not far away from a fenced crossing spot on the wall, pointing a flashlight at a safety escape ladder.

Alejandro pushed out into the open. Still unnoticed, he dug under a bush that was right behind the man.

Rodolfo kept his distance.

"Visual on Hassan.", Alejandro whispered. "Top of the wall."

Expectantly, he stood down and waited.

Taking a deep breath, Rodolfo found some steady footing and aimed for the man's head. His finger out slight pressure on the trigger.

Alejandro gave the signal.

A silent shot left the pistol.

The man dropped dead.

Not a second later, the remaining cartel members started to curse and jumped into hiding.

"Mierda!", one of them cursed and started to open fire.

As skilled as he was, Alejandro jumped into action. It took him two shots to take out another man before the enemies even noticed that something lurked in the dark.

One bullet chased past his ear, not threateningly close, but close enough to cause a ringing sound for a moment.

Rodolfo pulled his head in and sought shelter behind some rocks. He himself took out two more men before Alejandro could pull the trigger on the last one.

"Clear!", Rudi gasped.

"Clear.", Alejandro confirmed and rushed to the ladder, one hand on the coms again. "Watched, the target crossed. He's on the move. We're pursuing."

"Colonel, that's not advisable.", the woman from before replied. "You have no authority or assets in the area."

"I know.", Alejandro was already at the wall. "Just keep pushing FBI- and contact local PD. Out."

With a gesture of his head he ordered Rudi to take the lead.

With a not so thrilled expression, Rodolfo sucked in a sharp breath and started to climb.

"Mierda...", he mumbled to himself as he made his way to the top.

For a moment he stopped to take in the sight of an ocean of light that illuminated the darkness of the sky. Neon signs battled with the stars.

It looked impressive but also cold, no hint of natures calmness.

A helicopter drew circles over the roofs.

"Any visuals?", Alejandro pulled himself up as well.

"Negative.", Rudi threw a glance back over his shoulder. "He ran..."

Alejandro locked eyes with his partner. The protective shades he wore made the night look even darker and the shadows longer than they were supposed to be.

"We're going after him.", he said in Spanish before wrapping both his legs around one of the large red metal pillars. "Let's go."

Without hesitation, he let himself slide down all the way to the ground while the sound of rubber stuck to metal filled the ears.

With a sigh, Rudolfo followed.

Gesturing with his head, the colonel ordered him to take the lead. Together, they moved on towards the city lights.

It didn't take them long to hear the barking of dogs.

Grimly, Alejandro stretched his neck to let his eyes wander along the city border.

"Cartel will move him to a stach house in town.", he informed his partner as he crossed a small river that was filled with trash and something that looked like car oil. "We'll have to find it."

"Roger.", Rudi frowned with confusion.

The dog seemed to be in distress. The barks became louder, more persistent. It sounded as if it was trying to scare away danger while being scared itself.

Alejandro slid down a small hill.

"Hassan has more friends than we do. Stay sharp."

They reached a small wall of dirty grey bricks. A wooden gate kept it shut off from the wild that was behind the backyard.

"Hey! Get the fuck out of my yard!", the angry voice of a man screamed.

He was audibly American.

A low growl got stuck in Alejandro's throat. This sounded like some uninvited guest strolled through the properties of people.

Uninvited guests with drug and terrorism relations.

Carefully, he put his hand on the gate, threw a glance over his shoulder and made eye contact with Rudi to assure that he thought the same thing.

Rodolfo nodded.

The gate didn't open.

A loud bark cut through the night. It was shrill. Now the dog seemed to become more aggressive, determined to protect the home.

Using the moment, Alejandro reached over the gate to use one of the tricks from his teenage years and opened the lock from the other side.

Another person yelled.

"You want a bullet, gringo?!", someone asked in Spanish. "Back then fuck off!"

Even more barking.

Something rustled.

Alejandro pushed the gate open.

"Hassan's moving this way.", with his gun in hand he pulled his head in and snug through the backyard. "C'mon!"

Suddenly, curtains opened. The brightness of room lights cut through the yard.

"Someone's out there.", a woman snarled.

With a glance through the window, Rudi checked the situation.

Two people stood inside a trailer home. Their arms were raised.

"Motherfuckers.", a man growled.