You were with the Task Force in Mexico working with your brother Alejandro. You were all at the bar drinking, wearing jeans and a loose shirt, when you feel your brother grab you and pull you to the dance floor. You look at him like he's stupid.

"Hermana, play along," Alejandro murmurs. "Our target is here. Do your thing."

You give him a cold glare as he walks away, nodding at you. With a sigh, you pull your hair out of its ponytail and tighten your shirt around your body, making it hug your curves. Once you tie it at the bottom, a traditional song starts playing. You sigh and begin dancing, moving your hips in a belly dancing motion.

"Damn..." Gaz mutters under his breath.

"Don't even think about it, Pendjo," Alejandro warns. "You know she and the captain are together." He keeps his eyes on the target, ensuring he's distracted.

"Hopefully this works," Ghost says, his voice emotionless behind his mask.

"Don't worry, Hombre, it'll work," Alejandro replies confidently.

The target eyes you up and down, starting to move toward you as Price tightens his grip on his glass.