The water lapped against Santana's face as she slowly became more lucid, gripping the gun in her palm as she surveyed the beach around her, buildings crumbling in the horizon as she laid her head back down. The ache in her body coursing through her veins as she closed her eyelids, only to feel the AK47 in the arms of the guards above her push into her back. Vaguely being aware of their shouts in Mandarin too the other guards as they discovered the 44. Calibre she kept in the back of her waistband.
Mike reclined his chair, his frail wrinkled hands reminding him of his once younger years as the man placed his hand on his shoulder, drawing him back to the conversation. "we found her on the beach delirious, but she asked for you by name. She didn't have any identification but she was armed." The other guard placed the gun on the table in front of him "…and this."
The guard placed a spinning topper on the table, the gold metal slowly rolling on its side on the mahogany wood as Mike's eyes transfixed on the object, a forbidden truth he once forgotten.
"Bring her to me, now." The guards lowered their head in respect as they left the room to fetch the woman.
They dragged Santana in by underneath her arms as they forcefully shoved her in the chair facing the Asian man, her eyes glinting underneath the dull light as her gaze transfixed with his own, slowly eating the rice in front of her as the shiver that ran through her bones caused her wedding ring to tap against the bowl.
"Are you here to kill me?" his voice croaked with the gravel that can only be found with old age, his hands moving towards the small piece of metal that sat in front of him. "I know what this is, I've seen one before many many years ago, it belonged to a woman I met in a half remembered dream, A woman who possessed some radical notions."
Santana lifted her head from the bowl to look in the eyes of the old man, swallowing the mouthful of rice as she placed the spoon back in the bowl.