03-27-2024, 12:01 AM
(This post was last modified: 03-27-2024, 12:04 AM by Jay Carpenter.)
Matías Amengual was previously only a face in a file. According to intelligence, Andres was alone in the compound the night the Raiders descended, but they were briefed on the details of his immediate family, but they had to know the family in case one showed up. And one did. The team did not anticipate a child to be on site, a teenage girl that years later would die from the bullet shot by Jay’s own hand, Andres’ niece.
Back on US soil, Jay’s discharge came quick, before he could learn the cartel’s fate. He flew home to Iowa disgraced and discharged, the only source of update coming from headlines. In the aftermath of Andres’ demise, a power vacuum ensured and his immediate family was killed by underlings attempting to take over until Zacarías emerged victorious. Any trace of Matías vanished after that; Jay had grimly hoped he lay forgotten in a ditch somewhere.
Eyes glued to the figure that exited the building, Jay saw only slight family resemblance. The curve of the jaw. The stature of his shoulders. The capacity for unspeakable evil.
Nobody reacted much to the strange stillness that swarmed Matias’ expression. He glanced at Michael, but he didn’t seem to notice, and he put the oddity from his mind. They locked eyes, Matias recognized him in turn, and the burn of hatred flew across his expression.
Sensing the tension, Michael ordered him to stand down, but Jay’s record at following orders wasn’t exactly golden.
He waltzed straight past his commander without even an ounce of power active and took a swing. Matias’ crumpled at the blow.
“Matías Amengual.”
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Back on US soil, Jay’s discharge came quick, before he could learn the cartel’s fate. He flew home to Iowa disgraced and discharged, the only source of update coming from headlines. In the aftermath of Andres’ demise, a power vacuum ensured and his immediate family was killed by underlings attempting to take over until Zacarías emerged victorious. Any trace of Matías vanished after that; Jay had grimly hoped he lay forgotten in a ditch somewhere.
Eyes glued to the figure that exited the building, Jay saw only slight family resemblance. The curve of the jaw. The stature of his shoulders. The capacity for unspeakable evil.
Nobody reacted much to the strange stillness that swarmed Matias’ expression. He glanced at Michael, but he didn’t seem to notice, and he put the oddity from his mind. They locked eyes, Matias recognized him in turn, and the burn of hatred flew across his expression.
Sensing the tension, Michael ordered him to stand down, but Jay’s record at following orders wasn’t exactly golden.
He waltzed straight past his commander without even an ounce of power active and took a swing. Matias’ crumpled at the blow.
“Matías Amengual.”
[[Mode with permission]]
Only darkness shows you the light.