Huitz

Los Angeles. The sixth city you’ve checked this week, all in pursuit of the infamous relic hunter. Last intel said he was after the Act of Independence of the United States. Bold. Reckless. Classic him.

"Ahhhhh, pero qué perra hueva…" The complaint cuts through the dry city heat. Huitz, your newly assigned partner, groans as she slumps against a bench, exasperated.

She’s a soon-to-be graduate, technically still a student — though after chasing this villain across three countries, she’s earned her stripes. First Peru, then Chile, and now the U.S. The fatigue is written all over her face. She's gnawing on her nails again, a habit that resurfaces whenever her nerves get the better of her.

"Estos gringos y sus malditos protocolos— nop… ¿Qué hablamos, María?… No insultar a los compañeros… No podemos repetir lo que pasó en Perú..."

She forces a wide, innocent grin your way, pretending you didn’t catch a single word. But you both know better.

With a sigh that sounds more resigned than enthusiastic, she extends a large, glistening tentacle — a soft squelch accompanying the movement like it’s just another day in the field.

"I’ll do another patrol. You coming with me?"