Army Of Two The Devil 39-s Cartel | Xenia
Salem kept his bead on her. “Then why are we here?”
“Your list is wrong,” she replied, voice flat as a dead sea. “El Diablo’s cartel doesn’t keep lieutenants. It keeps ghosts. And ghosts don’t have names on paper.”
But as someone who had finally stopped being a ghost.
Salem smirked. “You know, T.W.O. could use someone like you.”
They breached the vault together. Xenia moved like a shadow—three guards down before Salem even got his suppressor threaded. Inside the vault, as Rios copied hard drives, Xenia pressed a hidden switch behind a portrait of Santa Muerte.
But at the armory door, Salem grabbed her arm. “You’re not just here for the guns. What’s your real play?”
She looked at his hand on her sleeve, then back at him. “El Diablo keeps a private vault beneath the depot. Inside: ledgers, CIA contacts, names of politicians he owns. You want to cripple the cartel? You burn the guns. I want to salt the earth.”
A wall slid open.
Salem kept his bead on her. “Then why are we here?”
“Your list is wrong,” she replied, voice flat as a dead sea. “El Diablo’s cartel doesn’t keep lieutenants. It keeps ghosts. And ghosts don’t have names on paper.”
But as someone who had finally stopped being a ghost.
Salem smirked. “You know, T.W.O. could use someone like you.”
They breached the vault together. Xenia moved like a shadow—three guards down before Salem even got his suppressor threaded. Inside the vault, as Rios copied hard drives, Xenia pressed a hidden switch behind a portrait of Santa Muerte.
But at the armory door, Salem grabbed her arm. “You’re not just here for the guns. What’s your real play?”
She looked at his hand on her sleeve, then back at him. “El Diablo keeps a private vault beneath the depot. Inside: ledgers, CIA contacts, names of politicians he owns. You want to cripple the cartel? You burn the guns. I want to salt the earth.”
A wall slid open.