Guatemala

Ava took a shot of tequila as a waiter placed a bottle of Gallo Beer at her wooden fold-up table. The place was a dive, but the drinks were cheap and the backdrop of green mountain ranges made up for it.

"Be careful there Banshee, we need you to remember our contact," buzzed Thunder in her earpiece.

"Fuck off Thunder. I know you're just jealous," playfully replied Agent Hope, taking a sip of beer then turned to the east with a smirk. She knew he could see her smile, albeit through a scope of his sniper rifle. Thunder had a classified amount of kills in a classified amount of skirmishes according to the American public. However Ava saw his official kill list, and knew she an army could ambush her right then and she'd still have time to finish her beer before any got close.

Thunder shook his head and chuckled. "You're lucky you're hot," he whispered under his breath.

"Didn't catch that, repeat Thunder?" asked Ava, pretending to sound like she didn't hear what he said.

"Uh...nothing, over," replied Thunder.

Typical man, thought Ava. She scanned the area through her sunglasses. A few other wooden tables with occupied with drunk locals and some lost tourists sat at the main outdoor bar that was more of a trailer with a bartender really. Still no sign of the guide, whoever they were they were running over 30 minutes late. Ava was always professional while on missions, but she hated waiting around.

Ava turned back to the east. "You know Thunder, I'm starting to get sick of-"

"Excuse me, is this seat taken?" a voice came from the other side of the wooden table.

"Banshee, I think the contact is here," Thunder reported, stating the obvious.

Ava turned and finally got a good look at the guide she had been waiting for.