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Bullet train AU: Benicio's introduction bc I said so

also the point of views all fucked up so ignore it this is totally and uber unedited

Edit: i hate translations

Benicio was never the violent type. He was smart, someone you'd expect to work a 9-5 even. Maybe as an accountant or some office job. Not some underworld criminal business.

It's not like he meant to join that scene. He was literally trying to make ends meet, for his family.

But, you know, when your entire bloodline, the people you had been working so hard to provide for and take care of, get shot up, that kind of changes your perspective on things. So without anyone telling him he could do better than a life of crime, he steered right into it.

Working up the latter was something Benicio knew how to do. He'd done it since he became a worker for one of the biggest cartels in Latin America, the Sonora Cartel.

They'd been operating since the 80's, and were known to rub elbows with the likes of the Guadalajara cartel, Cali cartel, and TJ cartel. Most dues in part were because of la Patróna and el Patrón, the organization's founders. When la Patróna kicked the bucket and el Patrón retired, two of their sons became successors. They were known as el Jefe and el Segundo al Mando- at least, that's what they were known as among the workers.

El Jefe's the smart one. He takes care of damn near everything, making sure the trade was good and hot. He is a businessman, someone who knows exactly what he's talking about. Even if he doesn't, he carries that confidence until he does. Don't let his clean-cut look fool you though, he's more than comfortable getting his hands dirty, but a calculated man doesn't just go straight for the kill. He takes his time.

His brother- el Segundo al Mando, is less polished... less businessy, more brute. He takes care of the soldiers they have, and makes sure battle plans are solid. What he lacks in business, he makes up for in violence. He's temperamental, something out of a cliche even.

When Benicio first joined, he was a worker bee. Didn't do much besides carry a gun and help with shipments. He'd be the one to talk shop whenever the bosses weren't around or when the other workers didn't know what the fuck they were talking about.

"¿Cuánto?"

"Cuarenta y cinco kilos de piladoras, setenta kilos de cocaina." Benicio said, looking over the back of the open truck. [Forty-five kilos of pills, seventy kilos of cocaine.]

"Pedí cincuenta kilos, no cuarenta y cinco." The man grumbled. "¿Estás tratando de estafarme con 980,000 dólares?" He reached to get his gun out, but Benicio beated him to it. [I ordered fifty kilos, not forty-five. are you trying to scam me out of $980,000?]

"¿Necesito deletrearlo para ti? Si estás comprando cuarenta y cinco kilos de píldoras, y un kilo es 120,000, eso solo es 549,990." he waved his gun over to the truck before he pointed it back at him. "¿Lo entiendes? ¿O tengo que agregar una bala en la ecuación para que la entiendas mejor?" [Do I need to spell it for you? If you're buying forty-five pounds of pills, and a kilo is 120,000, that's only 549,990. Get it? Or do I have to add a bullet into the equation to make you understand it better?]

The man nodded, a fake smile plastered on his face. "No, no. Lo entiendo." He looked over to his men, his smile slowly dropping as he nodded over to the truck. "Consigue esa mierda." Snap. "¡Ahora!" [No, i understand. Get that shit, Now!]

By the time Benicio made it back to the hacienda, he had already crunched the numbers on the drive. He walked into the common room where el Jefe sat with a drink in hand. "El acuerdo fue exitoso. A veces la incompetencia se interpone en el camino." he said. [The arrangement was successful. Sometimes incompetence gets in the way.]

"Bueno, bueno," el Jefe nodded, Benicio took another step forward but stopped when he noticed a man sitting down as well. He was surprised to see el Jefe with a white man who looked scared out of his mind, wearing a DEA uniform.

El Jefe looked over to Benicio and nodded at him, "Benicio," he spoke. "There was an incident with Vada. You're familiar with her, right?"

Benicio nodded slowly. How could he not know Vada? She was practically the only person who treated everyone here with kindness, not like a worker. A bit spoiled, but how could she not be. She grew up with the wealth and protection of an internationally known organization.

"Well," el Jefe took a sip of his drink. "This, erm... DEA agent, was it? anyways, he was snooping around, grabbed her after school, then... why dont you tell him?" he told the agent.

The agent looked over to Benicio, then looked back to el Jefe, who nodded his head for him to speak. "We didn't do nothin' too bad, we, we just asked a few questions-"

"Then why did she come home with bruises?" el Jefe snapped. He was seething, something Benicio didn't have the displeasure to see often. "From what she tells me, you questioned her, hit her." Are you telling me shes lying?"

"No!" the man choked out. He was shaking now, like a pathetic chihuahua. el patrón looked up to Benicio, a rough smile on his face.

"Agítalo un poco. No lo maten, no queremos una situación de Miguel Félix, pero pateen su trasero y luego déjenlo en la oficina de la agencia DEA." el Jefe said as he stood up, leaving the two of them together. [Shake him up a little. Don't kill him, we don't want a Miguel Felix situation, but kick his ass and then leave him at the DEA's office.]

"Come with me." Benicio said. The man shook his head violently, inching away as if that would get him anywhere. Benicio sighed and grabbed the man, pulling him up.

He dragged the man outside to give him what he did to Vada tenfold. By the time he was done with the agent, no one would've ever known Benicio was the one who kicked his ass. He looked like he had just gone on a light jog... if you ignore the blood.

The agent, who laid bloody and barely conscious on the floor, groaned in pain. If Benicio stared at his face a bit more, he could see a tear streak. He kneeled beside him and roughly grabbed the agent by the hair, lifting his head to level below benicio's.

"You don't ever, ever, look for Vada again. Not you or your friends. I won't be so nice next time." He said, dropping his head and standing up. He reached into his pocket for a cigarette and lit one.

Benicio whistled at a nearby guard, who helped him shove the agent into the passenger side of a truck. Once he was in, he buckled the agent's seatbelt and drove off to the DEA office.

Benicio made sure to take pictures of the body in front of the office before heading back to the hacienda.

"Bien hecho," el Jefe complimented as he flicked throught the pictures on Benicio's point and shoot camera. "Sabes, no podría soportarlo si esto le vuelve a pasar a Vada. Ella es solo una niña. Ella siempre está haciendo para estar en peligro, esa es solo la mano con la que fue tratada." He looked over to Benicio. [Good work. You know, I couldn't stand it if this happens to Vada again. She's just a girl. She's always doing to be in danger, that's just the hand she was dealt with.]

"Eres un buen trabajador, un buen hombre. Piensa que es hora de que te promueva." [You are a good worker, a good man. Think it's time for me to promote you.]

And thats how he got the gig.

Benicio did his job very well. Being the bodyguard to the daughter of one of the worlds most successful cartel bosses wasn't easy, yet he was more then capable of keeping her safe.

There are exactly two problems in this equation. One arose when personal feelings became mixed like a bad cocktail. Benicio devoted himself to the boss's daughter, putting her safety and happiness over everything.

He had to be careful though. When he first took the job, he had heard of the man he was replacing. Someone his cared-for didn't like to talk about, so there wasn't much discussion about him, not even from his employers. All he knew was that he fucked up.

The second problem was keeping her safe against people he knew he couldn't do anything about. That being other drug lords such as business partners or worse, her father. It's typical, really. A violent man plus alcohol equals more violence. A baby could figure that out. Nonetheless, he'd try his best to get her away from harm's way.

It was on one of Benicio's only days off, something that he rarely took advantage of. El Segundo al Mando, told him that another soldier was to take over for the day.

"¿Quieres que me vaya? ¿Estás seguro?" Benicio asked,

brows furrowed. How could he leave when the hacienda was just shot up yesterday? Luckily his cared-for and he were out for the day, coming home to a mess. [You want me to leave? Are you sure?]

His boss scoffed. "El ataque de ayer fue solo un intento perrato de asustarnos." he barked. He didnt like it when he was questioned. "Raúl la está cuidando por el día. Vuelve mañana, okay? Cierra la puerta cuando te vayas." and with a wave of his hand, he dismissed Benicio, who only nodded and walked out the office. [The attack yesterday was a bitch attempt to scare us. Raul will take care of her for the day. Come back tomorrow, okay? Close the door when you leave.]

'That's bullshit. somethings not right.'

Benicio reluctantly left the hacienda, thinking of things to do before returning to work. Some may say his devotion was unhealthy, but compared to all the killing and drug trafficking and torturing he's done before, he'd rebuttal that it was the healthiest thing about him.

Look at him, thinking of her even on his day off.

Benicio hops in his car and drives away from the property. He could go home, or maybe catch a movie.

He settles on home, opting to take a long shower where he doesn't have to worry about being shot at. Benicio was good at keeping a low profile, which was one of the reasons why he was hired. The boss that hired him was away in Peru on a vacation with his wife, leaving behind the narcotics for a week, meaning that Benicio had to answer to his brother while he was gone, the less competent of the two... which is why the pad got shot up yesterday- but whatever..

In his bathroom plays a Rocio Durcal song as the warm water soothes his skin. He's relaxed, finally.

He reflects on the days prior. The threats, deal gone wrong, the fucking shooting. A hole sunk in his stomach. People knew el Segundo al Mando was significantly worse then el jefe, but they wouldn't be stupid enough to attack while Jefe was gone, right? Sure, Segundo al Mando was something to fear at the moment, but el jefe had a wrath that only the unluckiest people would unearth.

When Benicio finished his shower, he steps out and puts on some comfortable clothes. His home was comfortable too, nothing big or extravagant despite how much his paychecks came out to be. Like i said, he kept a low profile.

He walks over to the kitchen, looking to fix himself something to eat. A torta will do, whatever.

-timeship because i have no grace-

It's gotta be 4:30, 4:40 in the morning when the phone rings. Benicio's hand reaches for the device on his nightstand and answers it.

"Bueno..." He groggily speaks, eyes closed.

"La casa está bajo ataque, Raúl está trabajando con ellos. Él se la llevó." [The house is under attack, Raul is working with them. He took her away.]

His eyes shot open. Raúl took her? Where?

"Okay, I'm on my way." he quickly hangs up the phone and gets dressed while looking for his emergency bag. Once it slings across his back, he grabs his gun from his TV stand and heads for the car, hopping in and zooming off to the hacienda.

If the shooting from the day before was bad, coming to the aftermath of a full fledge attack was worse. Most of the damage was done with the opposing side fleeing or dead on the ground. Benicio recognizes a couple of familiar men on the floor as well, but he cant bring himself to focus on his colleagues.

He grabs his gun from the holster on his waist and takes the safety off, stealthily making his way over to the front doors.

Benicio scans the scene for any signs of opponents, any sign of Raul and Vada. His Vada.

He finds his way over to El segundo en comandos office, bursting in to see his boss tending to his wounds. His boss looks up, straight face with no signs of pain. Benicio doesnt even care for his boss, "¿Dónde está?" [Where is she?]

El Segundo al Mando rolls his eyes, "¿cómo lo sabría?" [How should I know?]

"¿Quién atacó?" [Who attacked?]

"alguna organización de mierda, no sé." He mutters quickly. He leans against his desk. After a moment, El Segundo al Mando speaks. "Estoy cansado. Resolveré todo mañana, iré a casa … o quédate aquí, lo que sea." [Some bullshit organization, I don't know. I'm tired. I'll figure everything out tomorrow. Go home… or stay here, whatever.]

Benicio would have half a mind to question him right now, so he doesn't. All he does is nod and leave, closing the door behind him. There are a million questions running through his mind right now, all of which are in regard to Vada, who must be terrified.

He knows hes going to find her- he has to. He doesnt know what his life would be like without her.

Benicio finds himself inside of Vada's room. There's no sign of struggle, in fact, its the same as he last saw it, it looks as though she even cleaned up a bit before everything happened. The pile of clothes on her bed was now folded. Not put away, but folded.

He looks around, searching for a bag. While doing so, he notices that her purse is gone. her prized snakeskin bag, the one she never went anywhere without, the one that she gave baths to. Out of all her bags, that one was by far her favorite.

Benicio tries to run the situation in his head. If she was cleaning in her room when the shots started and Raul took her, that means that she would've fought, no? If she didn't fight, that means she went willingly... maybe he lied to her, told her she would be safe with him. Either way, her bag is gone and she would kill someone for that bag, so either she has it or a dead body is in sight.

He grabs some clothes and shoves them in the bag. He figures that Raul didn't grab anything, so Benicio gets multiple items. After a sufficient amount of clothes, he then packs some shoes. He doesnt know what kind she has on right now, if she even has any on, so he gets her tennis shoes and heels. Why? He's not sure.

Benicio takes the bag to the kitchen where he stuffs it full of water bottles and Vada's favorite snacks. He doesn't grab anything else for now. Everything he needs is already in his car, so he waits out in the guest room and tries to sleep, knowing it'll be difficult to pull off.

Morning comes just as soon as night did, and Benicio walks over to el Segundo al Mando's office. He's definetely tired, but his hunger for Vada's safety matters more to him at the moment.

He comes up to the door, but hears two voices seemingly arguing. He pauses and tries to listen in, but the door is too thick, which makes it hard to hear what they're saying.

Knock.

"chingado... ¡Pasa!" [Shit... Come in!]

Benicio enters, nodding at his boss... whos with another person.

He's tall, not as tall as Benicio- who's 6'2 but definitely taller than any Mexican here so he assumes the man either is mixed or not Mexican at all. He's got a sort of rough demeanor about him, very dangerous but Benicio does not give a fuck. He's wearing a red button up, shit, he almost looks American. Benicio glances at the man before looking at his boss.

"Quien es?" [Who's this?]

"¿quién soy? ¿Quién coño eres?" The man's immediately on the defense. [Who am I? Who the fuck are you?]

"Gallo," His boss warns, and he immediately shuts up. "He's an... old worker from this division. He flew in from our California territory to check out the attack..."

Benicio nods. Okay, cool.

"He's also... going to help you find Vada."

Benicio can't stop the laugh that escapes him. "What? You're serious?"

"Yes, I'm serious."

"Right now, there's word on her disappearance, I heard all the way from California," Gallo stares el Segundo al Mando, "This is the perfect time for her to be taken by someone other than raul and use her for ransom or worse." he says.

Benicio agrees and looks over to his boss, who doesn't look happy. The tensions thick between the two.

"You guys can make your search, but I want to be very clear. I want no blood. Nothing that'll draw attention, unless they are trying to kill you, don't fucking kill them. We don't want the other organizations thinking we can't handle our business."

El Gallo scoffs, like what their boss had just said was a lie, and Benicio can't help but feel the same way. Somethings off, and they both know it.

"Now go. I have to make a call."

The two men nod and leave el Segundo al Mando to it.

El Gallo is quick to leave Benicio behind, walking towards the direction of Vada's room.

"Oye, where are you going." He says, following the man. He stops when El Gallo enters Vada's room and slams the door shut, locking it.

-ooo end credit scene-

The door slams shut, and when the footsteps dissipate into nothingness among the halls, that's when el Segundo al Mando pulls out his phone.

"Hey. Theres been another mishap. Dont worry about them, just get what i need you to get and meet at the location. I'll send someone with information, meet at the hotel I first sent information at."

#ewewewewewewew #i dew not like this #but its ok #its done #ill just kms #its ok #we are good #we can deal

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