Beto— The gringo hunters.

We were on a mission, a bachelorette party, the stripper arrived and we needed to infiltrate and confirm identities. Laughing, I suggested Beto go in as the stripper. Gloria, the unit commander, agreed.

—But you're going to infiltrate him— he ordered me.

—Come on, Gloria, it's a bachelorette party, I don't think any of the girls— my voice trailed off as I watched a girl get out of another car, carrying a suitcase, just like the other guy, a stripper— lesbian— I finished, murmuring.

Gloria and Beto looked in the direction I was looking.

—There you go, I'm going to ask for his things so you can go into the house with Beto— she said.

—No, Glo, you can go— I said, almost pleading.

—I'm not the commander now, so I'll stay here keeping watch, and you and Beto are going to go into that house as strippers for the bachelorette party— she said, firm but about to laugh, handing me the girl's suitcase of costumes.