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Saddler: Sacrificial lamb. You will receive our most sacred body. It begins now.
Leon: Oh, what the fuck?
Luis: Hey, stop it! Oye, Yanqui, got a name?
Leon: Leon.
Luis: Quiet type, eh? I’m Luis Serra. And guess—you, me—picked the wrong spot to vacation, eh? Hey, stop it! You move, I move… and I’m beat up enough as it is! I can see your thinking. Bet you’been in spots like this before. My guess… you’re here looking for someone? One more guess. Maybe… some missing señorita?
Leon: A young girl? Talk. Now.
Luis: All right. See, heard chatter about moving a señorita.
Leon: Moving her. Where?
Luis: Who knows? But later, saw some men dragging someone… to the old church. Mierda… Hanging with you? Not healthy—
Leon: Hey, we’re not done here!
Luis: Later, amigo!
Leon: Shit. They took my gear. Condor One to Roost. I’ve located Baby Eagle. It sounds like she’s being kept in some church.
Hunnigan: Great! That’s good news.
Leon: I heard it from this guy I met. Said his name is Luis Serra. There was something fishy about him. I need you run a background check.
Hunnigan: Wilco, Condor One. I’ll see what I can find. In the meantime, make your way to that church.
Leon: Right. I’m probably due for confession anyway. Condor One out.
Leon: Hey, that’s my gear.
Leon: I’ll be taking these back.
Merchant: Over here, stranger.
Leon: Who is that?
Merchant: Let’s do some business then, ey?
Leon: The hell am I?
Leon: Fuck! Are you even feeling this? Finally.
Leon: Not too shabby. Someone is showing up their neighbors. Old photos…
Méndez: Your blood has accepted the Gift.
Leon: Gift… in my blood?