The Heritor

Up until six months ago, I was part

of The Heritors Alliance under the impression

that we were an honorable band of assassins

who worked together for a mysterious man and his cause.

We were supposed to clean out the corrupt

and set things straight for his vision

of the new world order.

But we ended up being mercenaries for the corrupt.

Everyone's a predator.

Everyone has their own cause.

There are no loyalties.

And now, I'm being hunted down like prey.

Hey! Over there!

Goddammit!

Turn around, she's going east!

Look at me.

Hi mom.

I'm spending the night at Becky's.

Her mom is preparing my favorite,

pepperoni pizza, for dinner!

Pizza.

Please don't call me

a million times like you always do.

We're just gonna watch a movie and chill.

I'll be fine.

Okay?

I gotta go.

I'll see you in the morning.

I love you.

I love you too, baby.

Calavera Catrina.

Our Lady of Death.

Why do you wear it?

She's my guardian angel.

Why do you need one?

Just finish your lunch, Escuincla.

Hello Olivia.

When was the last time someone called you by your real name?

You don't know me.

But we're more connected than you think.

I'm El Mudo.

I'm the founder of The Heritors Alliance.

I'm the one who sent Miguel, or Ghost,

to recruit you and train you at a young age.

You were not only chosen because of your Mexican heritage.

But to fulfill your true destiny.

You never knew your parents.

But this runs in your bloodline.

I'm sure you're aware of our mission.

It was to clean out the corrupt politicians

and set things straight for the new world order.

But there were rats within our organization.

Johnson was supposed to be an ally.

They contracted you to take out the competition

so Johnson could win the election,

but the dirt bag had his own agenda.

Now listen, you have a higher purpose.

Come to Los Angeles immediately.

And I will explain everything.

Please.

Mist.

I've been waiting for years to see you.

Yo, it's Moe.

What the fuck?

I thought your heritors took your codes of honor seriously.

Your apprentice failed the mission.

She took out the wrong target and murdered

the senator's 8-year-old kid.

I mean whatever happened to your no women, no children crap?

Huh?

I guess it doesn't apply to abortions either.

She was carrying your son, Miguel.

Don't believe me?

We have her medical records.

Time to stop playing house with that bitch

and start cleaning house out of the organization.

Track her down, fix your mess.

Or the senator will get you

both fixed you catch my drift.

Hello Ghost.

Long time no see.

Listen, this is Moe.

Senator Eric Johnson's liaison with The Heritor Alliance.

We've been working with your mentor Ghost.

He gave us your contact before dropping off radar.

We want you to personally handle this next mission.

There's an American politician

currently vacationing in Ensenada.

He's planning on running for president back at the States.

Wipe him out.

I've sent you the target's full profile

and schedule activity.

Remember, timing is crucial.

Down to the millisecond.

Hello?

Madam Ambassador, our Intel

has acquired some information.

Darling, you haven't touched your food.

I'm not hungry.

You know, you have been very stressed lately.

Don't worry, Julia.

It's just business.

You know how that goes.

I thought we agreed that we would not work

while we're on vacation.

You're right.

I'll tell you what.

Go get dressed.

I'll take you out for a night in the town.

Great!

Moe.

Hey, what's going on, boss?

Did you take care of her?

Not yet.

I need some time.

What?

Damn it!

You know I hate loose ends.

Don't worry. I'mma get her.

I'm on it.

You better be.

Carlos.

She's at the motel.

Room five.

Strike before dawn.

Don't let me down.

I got you now, bitch.

Hard day at work?

Turn that shit off.

Que te pasa, cabron?

What the fuck is wrong with you?

Oh I get it.

You're still playing cat and mouse

with that fucking bitch, right?

Fucking Ghost disappeared again, man.

The senator's losing his patience with me.

What?

You sent the ex-boyfriend?

That fucking pussy!

He doesn't have any juevos, cabron!

Idiot, Ghost is a fucking legend.

Ain't nobody better than him.

Oh yeah?

Then where is he?

She's still out there, you know?

Maybe Ghost still loves her.

But I don't.

I bet you a thousand dollars

I can find her and kill the bitch.

The fuck out of here with that shit.

You're the toothpicks she cleans her teeth with

after having a big target for breakfast.

Pendejo.

We'll see about that.

Nah, forget it.

Okay, keep searching then.

Good luck, you fucking put it a.

Is there something you want to tell me, Carlos?

You want Mist?

I will get her.

And then you will know who the real fucking legend is, huh?

Aight.

You got until tomorrow morning.

If you come through, I'll cut you a big piece of the pie.

Hey, that's not a toy.

Give it to me.

Is that why you need a guardian angel?

Yes.

See this?

It can save a life.

But it can also take a life.

That's why we all need a guardian angel.

Maybe it could be mine!

Maybe, kiddo.

Maybe.

What's your name?

Mist.

I am Mia.

Where are your parents, Mia?

Okay.

Now go to bed

"Mist, I have recently"

been made aware "of The Heritor Alliance."

"I've found your contact on my husband's phone."

"Your organization is corrupt"

"because of people like the senator."

"That cheating slimeball has set you up."

"The job he recruited you to do to supposedly"

"take out a corrupt rival politician"

"was never the intended target."

"He had an illegitimate 8-year-old son living in that area."

"I have attached CCTV footage of one of his goons"

"steering his son straight into your explosion as proof."

"I am offering you double whatever"

"he was paying you to get rid of him."

"I am going to convince him to meet me"

"down in our cellars Monday afternoon at 4 PM"

"It's supposed to be our anniversary vacation."

"Oh, and Mist, he is a mama's boy."

"So pay her a visit."