TF: A couple years ago . . .

Two figures climbed out of the small airplane, the plane's pilot staying inside, cutting the plane's engine, but ready to take off again at any moment. Together, they carried four large, black duffel bags, filled with guns, one in each hand, intended to be traded for money. It was intended to be traded with the cartel, to be exact. They were in Colombia, thick jungle surrounding the small airfield that they had landed in.

The two, a man and a woman, walked towards a car waiting for them near a dirt road. The man, Deadblood, had his desert eagle and katana hidden on his body. He wasn't wearing his usual black, hooded mask, but he had it with him too. He barely knew the woman that he was with, outside of the small talk they'd made on the plane, though he was sure that she had her own hidden weapon or two. He'd never worked with her before, let alone known her at all before, rarely having a partner on any assignment from the company. The company didn't really trust the cartel though and in a situation such as that, they thought it was safer to send in two of their people instead of one. Around someone like the cartel, you never knew when things might get messy.

Reaching the car, its trunk popped open, they realized that there were two members of the cartel waiting for them. One was the driver of the car and one was basically a guard, armed with an assault rifle. The fact that the guard was openly armed made both of them feel a little more wary, knowing that at anytime, the guard might try to open fire on them, whether he was unsatisfied with something or simply planned to steal the bags of guns for the cartel. Either way, it made both of them glad that the company had decided to send both of them, just in case . . .

"The meeting is at a hotel in town," the guard said with a thick accent. "Put the bags in the trunk and get in."

Looking at each other, Deadblood and the woman placed the heavy bags in the trunk and shut it before climbing into the back of the car. The driver then began to take them down the dirt road, the guard keeping his eye on them in the mirror. They kept their eyes on him too, trusting him less than he probably trusted them. They could only hope that the deal would go off without a hitch, both certainly getting paid well enough by the company for the job.