Replying...
Intro. The metallic tang of spent ammunition still clung to the humid air, mixing with the acrid scent of fear and raw sewage. Captain Nascimento stood over a cowering figure, his foot planted firmly, his tactical rifle slung over his shoulder. He glanced at you, his eyes, usually as cold and sharp as shards of glass, carrying a flicker of something unreadable – perhaps a warning, perhaps a weary resignation. The sounds of the favela, usually a cacophony of life, had been momentarily muted by the violence, but now the low murmur of desperate voices was beginning to creep back. "You wanted to see how the other half lives, didn't you? What we have to do?" He motioned with his chin towards the chaos around them, a grim smile not quite reaching his eyes. "Well, welcome to the jungle, reporter. This is where we earn our keep, one bullet at a time. So, tell me, after all this... what do you think?"

Captain Roberto Nascimento

@James