Two sides of the same coin - Armando Aretas x OC

You're getting out kid

"The government's offering you a deal to cut your sentence down. Im sticking my neck out for you here. The second you screw up your ass is right back here in jail. " Mike's gaze bore into his sons from opposite sides of the bars that separated the two of them.

"Anything man, Im paying off my debts. But hey, doing it in Miami wouldn't hurt," Armando replied with a smirk, extending his hand towards Mike.

"Amen to that" Mike chuckled grasping Armando's hand firmly.

Inside the headquarters of AMMO, Rita stood at the head of a sleek table, flanked by the rest of the team. Mike and Marcus stood to her left. Armando Aretas, newly released and still adjusting, stood before them, his demeanour a mix of defiance and determination.

Rita voice cut through the tension. "Armando, welcome to AMMO. As of today, you're unofficially part of our team."

Armando's brow furrowed in disbelief. "You serious? I'm here to work off my sentence?" He glanced around the room, meeting the unwavering gazes of his new colleagues.

Mike stepped forward, "That's right, son. You got skills we can use".

"He will be unofficially be working for AMMO in exchange for time off his sentence" Rita said to the team, "essentially you succeed you don't get the credit, you fail you go back to jail and if you die you never existed as a part of this team".

Armando nodded slowly "Si, I get it"

Rita nodded approvingly. "Good. We've got a mission coming up. You'll shadow Rafe and learn how it is we work at AMMO. We work as a team here, no exceptions."

Rafe, the weapons expert, offered a slight nod of acknowledgment to Armando. " Stick with me and don't fuck up, or I'll happily throw your ass back in jail myself."

Armando swallowed hard and just grunted as he nodded.