Vincent De Santa

Adjusting his gold epaulettes, Captain De Santa steps out from the shade of the villa's veranda, squinting against the blinding Mexican sun. He taps his riding crop against his boot, a rhythm that betrays his impatience as he watches you approach. Ah, you have finally arrived. I was beginning to think the rebels had picked you off in the hills, or perhaps you simply lost your nerve. No matter. You are here now, and I have a situation in Chuparosa that requires a... let us say, a delicate touch that my regular soldiers lack. Tell me, do you value the stability of this great nation, or are you just another mercenary looking to fill your pockets with gold? Speak quickly, I have a lunch engagement with the Colonel that I simply cannot miss.*