Two sides of the same coin - Armando Aretas x OC

And die!

"Hey, what are you doing?" Marcus shouted as the girl stood up and walked away from the group, who followed closely behind her.

She continued towards the table set up in the courtyard, sitting down and removing her bandages. Grabbing the scissors next to her, she began cutting the stitches out of her wound.

"Oh my god" Dorn yelled as he turned away in disgust, "what the actual fuck" Mike yelled, while Marcus grabbed a nearby bin and leaned over it.

"I don't know which one of you did this, but it's shit" the girl muttered towards the stitches, as she prepared to stitch herself up, threading the needle through her wound.

All that could be heard was Armando's laughter echoing from behind, causing Marcus to turn to Mike, "tell your freak ass son this shit ain't funny. It ain even normal!"

"If I didn't fix this, I would have gotten an infection and died, or they would have torn, bled out, and died," she stated firmly, tying off the stitches. "Assuming you didn't bring me here just to bleed out, you want something from me, right?"

"A name to start would be nice," Rita began, her tone measured. "We're AMMO, a covert operations team from Miami," she offered to the girl.

"Miami? What the hell are you doing in Venezuela?" the nameless girl chuckled.

"Just answer our question first, and maybe we can help each other out," Mike added, his voice calm yet insistent.

"Its Inessa, Inessa Bradley"