"Can't say I'm surprised..." Isabela groaned, turning the vehicle around to head in the direction Melnikov had pointed out. "Coming out here is a huge risk as it is, so the least they could do is make this mission worthwhile."

Isabela refrained from making any further comments, knowing all too well that complaining about the situation wasn't going to get them ahead. Just as she started tapping her left pointer finger on the steering wheel to the beat of the music, a single shot went through the windshield, the bullet grazing Isabela on the shoulder and leaving her stunned. Her knee-jerk reaction was to turn the wheel and step on the break, causing the van to slide onto the sidewalk as it narrowly avoided a worn down street sign.

"Y esa mierda?" she cursed, clearly shaken up and angry, "Where did that come from?"

Isabela inspected the wound, some blood oozing out but nothing a quick dressing couldn't fix.