Alejandro Vargas x Reader

Seven

"Estás bien?", Alejandro asked as they crossed another yard.

"Not a scratch.", Rudi confirmed. "Tu?"

"Good to go."

With a grim look, Alejandro forced his way through some old furniture to a door at the back of a white house.

The barking grew louder and louder.

A dark imprint was visible on the door frame. Fingers and a palm of blood.

Cautiously, he pushed the door open a crack.

"Hassan could be alone.", Rudi mused.

"Not for long.", Alejandro growled, and took the first step inside. "Special forces! Get down!"

A bright kitchen appeared. A wall of white tiles and brown wood appeared.

Struck by surprise and fear, a woman started to yell. With one hand raised she tried to keep the men away from her while she held a phone with the other.

"What the fuck?!", a man asked from the back. "Get the fuck out of my house!"

"I'm not here to hurt you.", the colonel assured. "I'm looking for someone!"

All of a sudden, the woman ran off.

The two men who remained pulled out guns. Immediately, another shooting started.

With a curse on his lips, Alejandro chased after the woman in hopes she would tell him where to go. He knew that he could count of Rudi. He was a capable man and an even better soldier.

"Stay down!", he yelled after her.

Fear burned in her eyes as she jumped into the bedroom and tore open the drawer of a nightstand to pull out a gun.

He tried to remain calm but in that moment his reflexes kicked in. A shiver chased down his spine. His finger pressed down on the trigger.

The bullet wasn't aimed to cause fatal injuries. But as it hit the force was enough to make her scream in pain and agony.

Blood poured from her hand as she dropped the gun. Years filled her eyes. Not a moment later she dropped unconscious, too overwhelmed by a bleeding wound.

"Mierda.", Alejandro cursed.

He didn't know why but his body had acted on its own. Usually he wouldn't have acted this quickly. He would have given her a moment to overthink her decision, to be an actual threat to him.

But for some reason his brain had decided that a gun pointed at him was enough.

Maybe it was true and he had changed on his own without  even noticing. But in the spilt second that he had looked down the barrel he had thought that never returning to you wasn't as bearable to him as hurting a civilian.

It gave him mixed feelings.

A soft curse escaped his lips as he turned on his heel to return to Rodolfo.

"A la mierda... Watcher.", he sighed. "Send medical. Civilian down."

He gestured with his head towards the door and moved on out the front door and into the open street.

In the distance police sirens could be heard.

He didn't pay attention to it. All he could think about was a terrorist that was on the run, protected by narcos.

"Which house is our target?", Rodolfo asked as they walked down the street.

"Start with the blue two-story.", Alejandro ordered.

"Why?"

"Their security lights just turned off."

But before the two could make it down the street, the night was chased away by red and blue light and some deafening noise.

Two police cars pulled up in front of a stop sign.

An annoyed curse left Rudis lips.

Calmly, Alejandro did a gesture and lowered his gun.

"Local PD!", he was surprised to hear relief in his own voice. "Laswell came through."

Two cops jumped out of the cars. Their pistols rose to point at the two men who approached in the dazzling light of their cars headlights.

"Drop your fucking weapons! Right now!", one of them yelled.

"Just do what they say. We'll clear it up.", Alejandro put down his machine gun and approached the cops with raised hands.

Rudi did the same.

"Do exactly what I say or I'll fucking shoot you! Understand?!", the second cop barked. "Step forward to me! I want to see empty hands above your head! I will shoot you if I have to!"

Unimpressed, the colonel approached one of them, his hands still raised above his head and a calm look on his face.

"I'm colonel Alejandro Vargas, special forces!", he explained and stepped up to the car. "We're after a known terrorist!"

One of the cops immediately tried to handcuff him.

But one of the older cops seemed to understand and approached. He wore a white sheriffs head. A very southern American appearance.

"Gomez, hold up.", he mumbled with a look at Rudi. "These are her guys. Heh. Hard to tell you guys apart from the cartel. Where's your suspect?"

The cop freed Alejandro's hands.

"We tracked him down to that house-!", suddenly he was cut off by an explosion.

A missile hit one of the cars.

A jet of flame burned up into the sky.

The shock wave hit Alejandro directly.

Right in that breath, the thought flashed through his mind what you would think about his death. He knew you well enough to know that you would not shed tears immediately.

Before that, you would say a few mocking words.

What would you say about him?

Would you snort and gasp one of his many nicknames with a sad smile while tears rolled down your cheeks?

Or would you curse him for dying just like that?

Neither of you wouldn't find out. Not that night.

Powerless, he was thrown to the ground so hard that his head hit the floor. For a moment everything spun. He felt sick as the heat of fire licked across his face. The pungent smell of petrol clouded his mind and mixed with pain.

Groaning, he rolled onto his side. The fall had left him with a few bruises, but at first glance he seemed to have been more lucky than good.

His eyes shot up to check on Rodolfo.

But there wasn't a second before narcos appeared from the smoke.

Without hesitation they pointed their guns at the cops and shot them.

Alejandro's heart was in his throat. He didn't even know when or how, but his fingers manages to grab a gun and shoot the narcos before they managed to get to him.

Rudi managed to take down one as well.

Exhausted, they exchanged a glance.

"Do not tell (Y/N) about this.", Alejandro gasped. "Ever."