Two sides of the same coin - Armando Aretas x OC

Is she dancing?

TW ~ VIOLENCE

The team had been tipped off by locals that in the past year local gang members have been disappearing and dying, no one knowing whether it was rival gangs or a new player in town.

They had headed to a bar that was frequented by low league cartel members in the hopes that they might find more information.

The team were situated on a hill that sat looking over the bar, watching via binoculars.

The bar was sparsely populated, with a cluster of men gathered around the centre, a handful of elderly individuals seated at the bar, and a pair of kids bustling behind the counter.

"Boss, no activity yet," Dorn called out to Rita, who stood by the hood of the truck with Kelly, reviewing the list of locations they had checked so far.

"Wait, who's this?" Rafe interjected, catching the attention of the group as Armando whistled sharply. "Bogey entering from the left side of the bar."

A beautiful woman entered into the dimly lit bar with an air of mystery, her heels clicking softly against the worn terracotta tiles. She exchanged nods with the children and gestured discreetly in Spanish, prompting the older people to leave for the night.

She gracefully approached the radio, which she turned the volume dial up as a sultry Spanish song filled the room, its rhythmic beats luring the attention of the remaining patrons.

With a subtle sway of her hips and a sly smirk, she drew the gaze of the group of men sitting at the central table table.

The men had gone from their obnoxious volume to silence, entranced by her graceful movements. She danced with fluidity and precision, her body weaving a spell that captivated each man in turn causing them to stand up and drift towards her.

With a swift twist and spin, Camila manoeuvred closer to the first man, her movements a seamless blend.

The teams eyes were glued to the unfolding spectacle as the woman approached the unsuspecting bad guys.

She quickly disarmed one with a flick of her hand, using his own knife to slash through another's hand where he held his gun.

Mike nudged Marcus "Damn, did you see that spin move? She took him out smoother than you at a salsa club!"

She quickly pulled herself in, gripping the mans neck as she swayed her hips, using her momentum to snap his neck as dropped her body in a swivel motion.

Marcus replied. "Ouch, but I bet she can't rock a tango like I can."

She then carefully spun herself out slitting the other mans throat and running but still with graces of a dancer, jumping and wrapping her legs around a third unsuspecting man as she drove the knife into his cheek, but the man grabbed her hands and she failed to move.

Mike raised an eyebrow, "Shit! Maybe we should sign you up for the next dance-off with the cartel."

Leaning in she gripped the handle of the knife with her teeth and ripped it across, causing the man to release her in agony. Using her body force to lean forward to roll over and flip the mans body with her.

It was all so sudden, but the remaining men began to rise to their sense as they stood to draw their weapons.

The girl slid her leg ever so slowly from beneath the slit of her dress, unholstering her gun from her thigh and instantly shooting one man who fell dead.

"You know, Mike, maybe we should add dance lessons to our training regimen. Could come in handy."

Another ran at her with his weapon, to which she through her gun at his head disorienting him and running at full speed disarming him and shooting him in close proximity three times in the abdomen.

"Yeah, because nothing says 'undercover operation' like busting out the cha-cha in a cartel hideout."

However this distracted her as the last two men ran at her causing one to lodge his knife into the side of her waist. She seethed in pain, but did not falter as she, now weaponless, ripped the knife out of her waist and drove it straight through his neck.

She then engaged in a slight hand to hand combat with the last one as they fought and he tackled her down, but she swivelled her body underneath him, and using his weight against him. Reaching for his gun under his blazer and shooting him in both knees and then the face.

The AMMO team watched from their concealed vantage point as the girl stumbled up, her face covered in blood as she pulled out a note book making scribble.

Marcus both horrified and mesmerised, his eyes never leaving the scene. "Theresa and I need a new salsa coach".

She walked off the dance floor towards the bar, reaching out to turn off the radio. As the adrenaline faded, the severity of the bleeding from her abdomen overwhelmed her, causing her to collapse unconscious to the floor.