Outskirt of Veracruz's, Mexico.
"Where the hell is this place?" Ramona mumbles alone while keep looking around the outside of the truck. It's dark outside, and she is now entering a remote place to send these goods to its owner.
"You better shut your mouth, bitch. If they ask your name, just stay quiet and do what they tell you, you hear me?" the man who accompanies her today warned her with a threatening voice.
It seems like Ramona had no choice other than following this guy's order. She gulped and focusing back on driving the truck up to the hill. There are no big trees all the way up and only had a few bushes around them. The air also feels a bit dry and dusty.
She wonders if Nick will contact her today as she turned off her phone since she's landing here. The deal that should end a few hours ago is now dragged to the nighttime. She starts cursing inwardly, thinking how stupid she is to trust her partner in doing business with those drug cartels.
