Two sides of the same coin - Armando Aretas x OC

Hello Venezuela!

The AMMO team's plane touched down at Caracas International Airport under the cover of night, its engines winding down as they taxied to the terminal. Inside the airport, the air was thick with humidity and the distant echoes of Spanish announcements.

Rita led the team through customs smoothly, their passports and cover stories holding up. They gathered their gear—tactical bags slung over shoulders, weapons discreetly concealed—and made their way to the waiting SUVs.

The drive through Caracas was a mix of bustling city life and quiet, shadowy streets. The team kept their senses sharp, eyes scanning the passing buildings and alleys.

They arrived at their safe house—a large almost abandoned hacienda with an internal courtyard that was located in the heart of the residential neighbourhoods.

The team got situated in their new compound, setting up their equipment and weaponry, creating their command centre. A large map of Caracas covered one wall, marked with potential cartel locations and known safe houses.

Armando, situated to the side, unpacked his gear. He checked his weapons, calibrated his radio, and listened to the mission objectives. The heat of Venezuelan air reminded him of home, and not in a good way.

Outside, the city buzzed with the vibrant chaos of Caracas nightlife. The distant sound of music and laughter filtered through the windows, a stark contrast to the tense atmosphere inside the safe house.

As the team settled in for a night of recon, Rita addressed them with a final briefing. "Alright, everyone. We're here to gather intel and locate the members of Operation Orchid. Stay sharp, stay vigilant. We move at first light."

With nods of affirmation, the AMMO team dispersed to their assigned tasks for the night.