Alejandro Vargas x Reader

Six

"This way.", Alejandro made his way around the trailer, all the way to a patio with a pickup truck under it.

All of a sudden, the front door opened and a man jumped out. Anger burned on his face.

A woman was right behind him. Probably his wife.

"Hey!", he screamed. "What the hell are you doing?!"

To calm his temper, Alejandro raised a hand.

"We're special forces!", he said in a clear yet persistent way. "Stay inside!"

"Get back inside!", Rodolfo repeated.

Defensively, the man raised his hands and Shula led back. His wife grabbed him by the collar.

"Oh shit!", he cursed.

The door fell shut again.

But the dog kept barking.

Alejandro wasn't an expert on animals, but he knew that this type of behaviour was unusual. There must have been something that was worth taking a look.

Ideally an Iranian intruder.

"Hassan went this way.", he pointed with his gun into the direction from which the dog barks came. "Vamos! Yards clear."

Together, they moved to the fence of the front yard

With his eyebrows knitted together, Rudi glanced down the street.

"Seems normal.", he mumbled. "No suspicious activity."

His colonel gave him a push with his shoulder and gestured across the street.

"House at the corner.", he whispered, his usually scratchy voice tense and even rougher due to the pressure that came with being required to stay silent.

Quickly, but not suspiciously, they moved across the street towards a pale yellow painted house that had a basketball basket hung over the garage.

From the distance, Rudi could see a shadow move.

"Visual.", he informed his colonel, who was already through the gate.

"Over here.", Alejandro pointed his flashlight at the driveway. "The gate."

And indeed, the metal bars were bend, lock was broken. Tire marks stretched all over the newly looking street and sidewalk.

The garage gate was a crack wide open.

The sound of something being shattered could be heard from inside.

Alejandro squatted down, grabbed the edges of the white gate and waited for Rudi to join him. Together, they pushed it open until the gap was wide enough for both to slip through.

"Lucky us that we aren't build like our fathers.", Rudi joked.

Alejandro let out a huff.

"We wouldn't have fit through that gap.", he joked but put on a serious expression again immediately after. "Let's keep moving."

On high alert, they moved towards the back door of the garage that led into the house. It was closed but not locked.

Irritated voices screamed.

"Get the fuck out!", a man yelled his lungs out. "Donna, get the shotgun!"

"Careful, Sergeant.", the Colonel grabbed the door handle but didn't turn it yet.

Rudi took position.

"Police are on their way!", another man yelled.

"Sounds like a rodeo...", Rudi mumbled and gave a signal to open the door.

A crack of light fell into the dark garage.

Rudi was about to take the first step into the hallway as Alejandro kept him back with a gesture.

"These are peoples homes.", he reminded his partner with a serious look in his eyes. "And we don't belong here. Special forces!"

He pushed forward.

"Special forces!", Rodolfo repeated and followed.

The house was empty.

Somewhere, something was shattered.

"Mother fuckers!", all of a sudden a man jumped out of the dark, swinging a baseball bat. "You want some too?!"

He was visibly distressed. Anger was on his face but fear in his eyes. He just tried to protect his house.

Quickly, the two Mexicans raised their hands to calm the nerves.

"Drop your weapon!", Rodolfo demanded.

"Fuck you! Get out of my house!", he swung at him.

In one swift movement, Alejandro pulled in his head and dug under the hit, grabbed the man by the arm and slipped a leg between his to make him fall.

Struck by surprise, he faltered and let go. Defensively, he threw his arms into the air to shield his face.

"Okay, okay, don't shoot!", he begged, now more scared than angered.

"The men who came through here, where did they go?", Alejandro asked and dropped the baseball bat that he had taken from him.

Trembling, the man pointed towards an open door.

The dog didn't stop barking. Now he sounded closer. And even more aggressive.

"T-they went that way!", he man said and retreated into his bathroom.

With a nod of his head, Alejandro made clear where to go and moved on first.

Rudi stood back a few steps.

As quick as they could, they moved across the porch, down the yard and through the metal fence that was wide open.

The dog kept on barking. It was almost fanatic.

"Watcher.", Alejandro called over the coms in English. "We're at the corner of Flores and Barajas. Target is moving west to a stach house."

"Copy. I've got local PD comin' your way.", the woman informed.

"Roger. Out.", he gestured for Rudi to move up to the main road that was visible at the end of the sandy path that connected multiple properties. "We can't loose time. Vamos!"

In a quicker pace they moved up, past piles of trash and old furniture that had been thrown out, fences that all looked the same and trailers in which people hid from the shadows outside.

All of a sudden, tires squeaked.

As if he had only been waiting for a sign, Alejandro chased down the last bit of the way.

"Hey!", some man yelled. "They're right there!"

"I see them!", another replied.

Rudi and Alejandro jumped behind a van for cover.

"Cartel patrols!", Rudi gasped.

"I have eyes!", Alejandro managed to replied before the first shot rang out.

As the gentleman that he was, he returned the favour and fired a row of shots towards the direction in which he suspected the narcos to be.

Reloading his pistol, Rudi threw a glance around the car.

"We've got three on our hands, colonel!", he aimed for the legs of a man who stood on a pile of trash for a better view. "Two."

"One.", Alejandro corrected as he pumped a row of bullets into the chest of a second.

Suddenly, a car passed by.

Struck by surprise, they both froze for a moment before realisation kicked in and both shot.

The car crashed.