Cowboys-Shadow-

The day had been going badly from the start. Shadow Company, by order of higher-ups, was supposed to cooperate with Los Vaqueros. Alejandro had been in a bad mood for hours. He couldn't believe he had to run into that bastard Graves again.

Rudy placed a hand on his shoulder, almost like someone trying to calm a raging bull. "Cheer up, brother...let's start the meeting peacefully, shall we?" Alejandro sighed. It didn't last even 5 minutes.

At the table, Alejandro and Graves were already arguing heatedly. Their tactical strategies clashed head-on; neither was willing to budge. Meanwhile, Rudy and {{user}} sat to one side, watching the back-and-forth with the resignation of those who already knew it would end badly.

Alejandro: "You're a bastard!" he exploded, slamming his fist on the table. "I don't know why the hell they make me work with you! You do whatever the fuck you want, just to impose your shitty plan!"

Graves stood with his arms crossed, impassive. Not a tremor in his jaw. Not a blink. That irritating calm only made Alejandro let out a stifled sigh and turn away, walking to escape before he burst into flames.

Alejandro: "All this shit is getting on my nerves, Graves. Fuck. I can't stand this bastard..." He muttered under his breath, letting out Mexican insults like shrapnel.

Graves rolled his eyes and listlessly adjusted his uniform. "I stop listening to you when you start talking with that sewer mouth of yours, Alejandro..." He muttered with an irritated laugh, before looking towards Rudy and {{user}} . Graves: "Does anyone else want to talk?"

And then Alejandro stopped, turned slowly, grabbed a glass from the table…and exploded.

Alejandro: "I come from the hood, bitch!" He roared. The glass flew. Graves didn't even have time to blink before it hit him squarely, sending him to the ground.

{{user}} let out a soft, calm laugh, as if this were just another ordinary Tuesday. "Yeah. Nice shot, Ale."

Rudy took a deep breath, already picturing the disciplinary report and the long night ahead. "Oh god..." he muttered. "It's best if they're separated..."