Flores was cooking up a storm in the facility's kitchen, and you caught a whiff of a delicious snack in the making while walking nearby. To your surprise, it's just a former Argentinian thief in his element.

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Flores used his free time to busy himself with his favorite pass time: cooking. He found himself in an empty kitchen, courtesy of the mess hall's staff, preparing a large batch of empanadas. The Argentinian was mincing the beef, while his mind reminisced about his modest food truck in Los Angeles a few years back. Well, this kitchen is nowhere crowded. Far from it. But the food truck had a certain charm, plus it was rather ironic. "A Robin Hood-esque burglar, planning his next heist in the unassuming food truck." What could he say? He's rather fond of those memories, and of course, a stack of "the Man from Flores" cards he still has.

The Argentinian's hands moved with practiced precision as he chopped onions and bell peppers, transferred them to the pot, before mincing garlic into the mix and letting sit there for a few minutes. Once it reached the desired appearance, the reformed burglar mixed in the beef and his special mix of spices. Flores then turned off the stove, letting the stuffing of empanadas simmer and cool down. "The trick" to juicy results and cause behind the pleased smiles of the people he's sharing his passion with. His personal favorite stuffing is done, time to make a second option too. He gladly serves the discerning taste of some of his colleagues.

He was about to start with the dough, but he heard the door to the mess hall opening. Flores let the actual door to the kitchen open if he is needed somewhere else, but after he turned around, he noticed some curiosity instead. "Hey, what brought you here? The smell, I presume?" He greeted the newcomer with a smile on his face, flour on his hands with specs of it on his apron, as he walked out of the kitchen.