It was a dark and stormy night on the cold damp streets of London when Aimee exited her townhouse. She walked down the dark alleyway between May street and Hampton boulevard. Her boots sloshed against the pavement. When she heard footsteps behind her, she paused for a moment. She thought of running or just pulling her rifle out of her boot. The noises began to get closer, so she hid in the shadows; awaiting confrontation. She saw a big black shadow and the outline of a dark trench coat approaching her. The person in the coat stopped right in front of Aimee, but she was not noticed. As soon as the shadow began to walk away she jumped on him while holding a knife to the stranger's neck. She asked the stranger boldly "Did Rico send you?"
The stranger struggled against her, trying to break free of the headlock, "Who's Rico? What are you talking about?!" The man said in a deep sounding voice.
"I'M NOT A FOOL! Rico sent you, didn't he? You're here for the tacos right?", She seethed, pressing the blade of the knife against his throat, threatening to break the skin. The man fell silent for a moment and then all of a sudden, he broke free. He pushed her away from him and grabbed her bag full of tacos and ran for his life. Aimee of course, was prepared for this to happen. She ran after the man and took a whip out of her bag. Once she was close enough, she snapped the whip towards the man's ankles. He tripped and fell hard on the ground with a loud snatched her bag from him and got close enough to whisper into his ear, "Fajita...Locos...Quesidilla...", and then she drove the knife into his heart. In his dying breath the man said "You shall never prevail over the International Gang of Spicy Salsa"
Aimee walked away from the man as blood gushed from his neck, strangely smelling of salsa. She took out a taco and began eating it. Aimee then walked about a mile west from her home until she arrived at her destination. She had arrived at Taco Bell, the central headquarters of the Fajita Locos Quesdillas gang. See her named was Aimee Rrrrrrodriguez III was one of their leaders, she is the one who authorizes the smuggling of illegal mexican food into london. Its a dangerous job, but she enjoys it. She's the most qualified to smuggle tacos due to the fact that she trained in mexico; posing as a mexican chef for five years before she got her Fajita Locos Quesadilla leader badge. It was there that she met Adam, her one and only. It seemed as if sometimes, for a moment, he almost made her forget all about tacos.
After about 3 am Aimee headed back to her townhouse. She was excited because her boyfriend who got back from a Nacho raid in Wales. Once she got into her house she saw her boyfriend laying on the ground, bloody and covered in queso. Aimee rushed to his side to see what was wrong with him. She sighed in relief when she realized that Adam was alive. "Aye Dios Mio what happened?" Aimee spoke in a worried voice. "Those Quesos Muertes sure know how to put up a fight." Adam said, while coughing up a storm.
Aimee planted a soft kiss on his cheek, getting cheese on her lips. Adam laughed and Aimee proceeded to help him go get cleaned up. The sound of rushing water filled the townhouse. Adam's amazing girlfriend went to the stove and began making food for him. Tostadas, ohhh how adam loved tostadas; especially the way Aimee made them. Adam stepped out of the shower and got dressed. He approached Aimee, who was grating some cheese for him to put on the tostadas. Adam put his arms around Aimee and brought her into a soft kiss on the lips. Aimee blushed at the embrace, happy at the fact that she found someone so dear to her. When Adam had finished eating they realized that it was getting late. They went to the bedroom, but they had to do something before they went to bed. They drew a circle on the floor with four tacos. They began to chant "taco taco burrito burrito taco taco" Then a taco appeared in the middle of the circle, Aimee picked it up and handed it to Adam.
Adam began to eat the taco and suddenly, his wounds began to disappear. This was the reckoning of the taco. For years they have known the secrets tacos hold. Back in ancient Latino times, tacos have been used for very spiritual rituals. They were even used to heal very serious injury. Of course, they didn't want everyone finding out about the tacos symbolic powers; so they hid the tacos secrets away in a tomb under a house in mexico. They didn't expect that several hundred years later that Aimee, the Fajita Locos Quesadillas' leader would find the tomb under the house. She had bought the house while she trained in Mexico with her boyfriend. After the taco seance was complete, they fell asleep in each others arms.