The three of them were just dead tired from running all night long. She stopped and asked. " What's the best place to hide, and yet keep my sniping skills in play?" The Sierran Mexican hotel was suggested as a resting place for a while.

And off they went to get to the damned hotel alive. Mercya was keeping the men moving, when she received a transmission from Houston, of all people. And she answered it with her mask. And asked him, "Houston, that you man?" He answered in reply. " Yes ma'am, we've found your guys and they're doing fine keeping their secter cartel free." " And it would be nice to know where you three are headed off to in such a hurry?"

Mercya answered him by replying, " We're heading to the Sierran Mexican Hotel to rest up, and yes both Cordova and Bautista are alive." " But it would be nice to have some back up if it isn't too much trouble?"

Houston replied, " I've got Alpha, Bravo, and Fiona with me. So We'll be there once you three get settled in." The young sniper smiled and said, "It'll be good to see you guys again." "The next time you guys want a beer, it'll be on me."

December 25 came around again and she turned nineteen years old. Mercya was keeping the general area cleared around the front of the hotel, up until she saw Fiona guiding the gang in through her scope. She smirked to herself and thought, "Now, I can keep good my promise to the guys. " When there were gunshots coming from Cordova's room.

All of them converged on the room, only to find both Bautista and Cordova dead, killed by a god damned sniper.