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~ for niagaraweasel ~

Another hail of bullets riddled the wall behind them. Thankfully the steel barrier they were using as a cover was holding up.

For now, at least.

"So, Harry, what did we learn from this incident?", Winston asked, reloading his gun.

"My Spanish needs a little brushing-up?"

"Do not talk to Mexican gangland bosses when you're unsure what the word "marica" means."

A rather heavy explosion close by made the ground underneath their feet shake.

"Marica, marido, didn't see much of a difference..."

"The difference, dude, is between getting paid because you brought the drug lord's daughter back and getting blown into pieces because he thought you insulted him in front of his men!"

"As far as I know you don't speak a word of Spanish!"

"Harry, unless you want Guerrero to finish this ordeal the straight forward way, it would be a good idea to shut up. Right now." Chance quickly fired a round at their attackers, then ducked again.

"There's a straight forward way to get out of this? Why don't we…?"

"It's also known as the "cut Harry's throat and throw him to the wolves"-way", Winston informed him matter-of-factly.

Harry turned pale.

"I say we pull a Stepfather Charles", Chance suggested.

Guerrero shook his head. "With those windows? No go. Time for the last resort." His facial expression made it very clear that this was serious. Desperate times…

Chance made a gesture that said Well, I could try… but Guerrero shook his head again. After what you did to the dude's favorite car?

The way Guerrero looked at Harry as he pulled out his cell phone made even Winston shiver.

"Ames? I'll give you a number. Call it and tell the dude on the other end of the line that his daughter is safe and Harry an idiot."

When he ended the connection, the look on his face was downright murderous.

"I had to ask her for help."

Harry scooted closer to Chance.

Outside the firing subsided.