March 7th, 1975

Chico climbed out of the water and immediately ducked behind a nearby bush. It took some doing, but the young revolutionary was finally able to make it the U.S. Naval Facility in Cuba where Paz was supposedly being held. Chico checked his surroundings as he pulled out his recorder. He figured that recording his mission could be a good insurance and help convince the others he could be taken more seriously.

"I made it ashore," Chico spoke into the recorder. "I'm in Cuba. Security looks lighter than I thought. I wonder where Paz is. It's dark, but there are soldiers everywhere. Lots of choppers coming and going. Those lights are so bright... Time to get moving."

Chico looked around his immediate surroundings, hoping he could find a trace of Paz.

"I got close to the fence to see if I could spot her. They had a guard posted so I got outta there. Guess security is not so light after all," said Chico. "I'm coming, Paz..."

The 12-year old continued his search. It wasn't the first time he's been in a secured base, but he still couldn't shake the fear of being caught and tortured again.

"I'm OK... I'm... I'm OK..." Chico said to himself, trying to stay calm.

Chico continued on and eventually saw something that caught his interest.

"I think I found her!" said Chico. "It's gotta be Paz!"

Chico tried to get closer to confirm his sighting, but the light from a soldier's gun stopped him in his track. Chico immediately bolted and hid in a nearby tent, but there was no way of taking back his mistake. The alarms of the base went off, which meant only thing…

"No no no..." Chico muttered. "They're looking for me."

Chico stuck his head out of the tent and was immediately pulled out by one of the marines, causing him drop his recorder.

"Enough. Quit that struggling." the soldier said.

Chico tried to escape, but was unable to overpower his captor. He was soon restrained as other soldier moved in towards him and pointed their rifles at him.

"Got him secured," the soldier reported. "It's a kid."

March 8th, 1975

Chico pressed the record button as he wiped the tears out of his eyes.

"I'm... I got caught," Chico sniffled. "I'm in a cage. They gave me back my recorder... At least whoever finds this will know what happened."

Chico looked around the prison area and took note of the other prisoners there.

"They're holding others here, too. But still no sign of Paz," said Chico.

Chico let out a depressing sigh until he noticed another prisoner being dragged into the prison area. It was a girl with short blonde hair and a few bruises. The soldiers tossed the girl into the cell behind Chico's and left her in her pained state. As soon as they left, the girl looked up and was surprised by who her fellow cellmate was.

"Chico?" the girl weakly spoke.

"Paz?" Chico replied with surprise.

"Chico..." Paz weakly smiled.