Madrid, Spain 4:35

She fingered the dart between her fingers, carefully aiming at the middle of the board before she took her pick and flicked her wrist wrist forward. Without looking, she turned to her male counterpart and took a sip of her whiskey.

"Bullseye. Am I right?"

Mira watched Jackal's reaction, lifting her hand for a high five. "Hell yeah! Let's go! I am the Darts Champion of 2017."

"I guess you really do have magic fingers. Meghan must be so lucky."

The Spanish man's tone was sarcastic despite the obvious amused look on his face. He made a crude gesture of putting his tongue between his middle and index fingers, earning a slap to the back of his head. He just laughed and quietly returned to cleaning his pistol. This was usually how they spent their time on leave when their lovers were elsewhere.

"Oh, callate, cabron. I've seen you waddle around a few times before. Craig got a little too rough, Ryad?" The grey eyed woman winked at the bearded man when he groaned and tossed the towel at her. Before either of them could say anything else, a tall, scrawny soldier opened the door to their room and saluted them both.

"Private Torres reporting. There are two guests who say they need to speak with each of you. They are dressed in proper attire, and they say they are from Brazil. Shall I send them up?"

"Yes, go ahead, Private. Thank you for your message. I will be sure to keep your name in account."

Elena set her glass down and strode over to the wardrobe in the back of the room.

"Let's not keep our guests waiting, Ryad."

The Week Before

Rio de Janeiro, Brazil 22:30

"You need to make her talk. We need this information, Taina. If we don't get it, then we-"

"I will not hurt her in any way. Find someone else to interrogate her."

"You will NOT let your feelings compromise our orders! If you don't interrogate her, I will take matters into my own hands."

Capitão took out his pistol and made his way to the door of the interrogation room. Caveira snarled and grabbed the man by his shoulder, turning him around and roughly pushing him against the wall. "You are under my command, Souza! You will take my orders, and instead of shoving them up your ass, take them out and respect them! I'm not asking as your daughter. I'm commanding as your superior."

Despite being the only two in the area, she angrily whispered her words to him. It was obvious he was debating on whether he should walk away and do the respectful thing, or he should save his own ass and finish the mission himself.

In the room right next to them, Valkyrie sat with her wrists handcuffed behind her back, and feet tied to legs of the chair. She was blindfolded and her head garment had been taken from her, leaving her short blonde locks to fall freely around her face. She heard the hushed voices of her captors just outside the room.

No matter what happened, she told herself she wouldn't speak, and she prayed to the heavens that her past lover wouldn't be the one to interrogate her, because God only knew what she would do.

The door to the room opened, making her jump, as both Caveira and Capitão walked in as if they hadn't just argued.

"Hello, Meghan. Cappy and I are here to have a little talk with you, okay?"

"Over my dead fucking body! I won't tell you fuckers shit!"

Capitão 'tsked' quietly as he noticed the set in Caveira's jaw. This will not be pretty, he thought to himself.

"Look, Castellano," the brunette spoke as she circled the blonde in the chair, flipping the knife almostly carelessly before she aggressively dug it into Valkyrie's thigh, earning a high pitched grunt. "I don't FUCKING care about you or your little 'Mexican' whore. I need answers, Castellano. Which translates to, 'I will not hesitate to make you suffer.' Now," she left the knife where it was and reached over to bring both a chair and a tablet over towards the captured woman. "Where is the base of the G.E.O.? I will give you thirty seconds for each question. Better speak quickly."

Madrid, Spain 5:00

Elena emerged from the room, nodded to the soldier from earlier. He escorted he down the stairs, making sure her uniform was in top shape before she approached the guests.

"Welcome to Spain, mis amigos. Come, have a seat. I have liquor, virgin drinks, and water. Feel free to ask for any of them."

The two guests hummed in response as they sat down. The woman was dressed in a fairly tight black dress that had a slit going up the left thigh, showing off her curves. Her hair was straightened out, reaching the small of her back, and her makeup was light.

"Thank you, but we have already had our share one the plane."

The man sat with his hands clasped in his lap, being sure not to wrinkle his white suit in the slightest.

"Ignore her. If you have some scotch and vodka, a mixture will do. On the rocks."

Elena walked over to the bar that was set up in the corner of the room just as Ryad came down the stairs. "Welcome to our estate. What brings you two lovelies in so early in the morning?"

The woman crossed one leg over the other and fluffed her hair just enough to catch Elena's attention. 'Bingo.' "We have come here to talk about the American branches you both work with. The SEALs and the FBI/SWAT teams."

Ryad was very skeptical about the entire ordeal the moment he heard they were from Brazil. Elena was no stranger to her girlfriend's stories about a certain Brazilian soldier, and she always swore to break Caveira's jaw whenever they would meet.

"That is not information we are authorized to give you. Who are you both, exactly?"

"Just some soldiers from the BOPE. Our superior needed answers to her questions. You see, we have a source," the man looked Elena in the eye as he spoke. "But she is not able to respond at the moment. I think she needs a bit of motivation."

Gripping the bottle of Vodka tightly, the Spanish woman clenched her jaw in response. "Who are you?"

"You know who I am, Elena. I'm sure Castellano speaks highly of me." Grey eyes bore deeply into brown. "Has she...called my name once or twice in bed instead of yours? She never did that with me. Must be a shame to be a rebound. Too bad she's not here to see you. If anything, it will be a few days before you see her again."

Ryad growled at the BOPE soldiers, grabbing the knife on a nearby table and hurling it towards Caveira first. Elena hopped over the bar counter to grab Capitão by his collar, slamming him into wall behind.

A gun was pulled out somewhere during the wrestling. A shot was heard, and a thud sounded.

All was quiet save for the gasping form of Ryad on the ground as he clutched his stomach, blood pooling around his hand and his uniform.

"Ryad…? Oh my god...you stupid fucking bitch! You shot him! I hope I get my hands on you. You better pray that he lives, because I will fucking come for you!"

Capitão had broken away from Elena's grasp during her emotional outburst, allowing him to secure her arms behind her back before he escorted her out of the building. Caveira stayed behind with the bleeding man, watching him carefully. "Meghan is mine and your cunt of a friend will learn this soon enough. Even if it's the hard way. Sweet dreams, Jackal."