LAUREN'S POV

"Ok, what's gotten into you?" I asked Carter with a chuckle.

She gave a confused look, "What're you talking about?"

"Oh come on!... ok, ok. You've been acting real different lately. Why is that?"

"Good different? Or bad different?"

"Good different."

She bit her lip then sat forward. "Ok, I'll tell you- but you have to swear not to tell anyone else," she said in a quiet voice.

I nodded, "I swear."

"Ok. I uh… I got a boyfriend." She bit back a smile.

My jaw dropped and I smiled. I grabbed her shoulders and shook her for a second. "Carter! This is so great! What's his name?"

"His name is Rob."

"Where'd ya meet him?"

"Remember that day I drove off?" I nodded. "Well I just kept driving and I got to this bar and I met him there."

"We're about to land!" Barney called to us in the back before I got to ask her another question.

"We're talking about this later," I told Carter and pointed a finger at her while she rolled her eyes and let out a chuckle.

The two landed the plane about five minutes later. There was a beach there, so the landed toward the edge of the beach where there was a slightly wooded area. It wasn't huge, but big enough for us to hide the plane there. When they landed Carter and I changed to blend in more than we would wearing jeans and long sleeve shirts. We both changed in to two piece bathing suits- mine was blue with polka dots, Carter's was plain black. Then we put on shorts and tank tops and converse sneakers. We both decided to carry bags since we were gonna be at a hotel so inside of them was: two pairs of clothes, handguns and extra ammo, and night vision goggles in case we got to the tunnel.

After we changed, we left the plane and met Dad and Barney on the beach. They both gave us questioning looks to us. "Problem?" Carter asked.

"You bet there's a problem," Barney said sternly.

"Which is?"

Dad pointed to us individually back and forth, "You two don't plan on walking out onto the beach like that, right?"

I nodded, "Yeah, we are."

"No, you're not." Dad shook his head.

"You wanted us to blend in… this is how two girls our age would be dressed." Carter shrugged.

Barney and Dad both shared looks of defeat before turning back to us. "Fine," the two said at the same time. Dad spoke up, "But if we see any creeps gawking at the two of you we're gonna kill 'em."

I shrugged and looked at Carter, who nodded. "Deal," we said at the same time.

The four of us continued to walk down the beach in hopes of finding Carmen Ambrosio. The whole time, Carter and me saw Barney and my dad looking annoyed and alert for any guys staring at us. The two of us were having a great time about it, teasing them about the whole situation. "They really need to realize we're not teenagers anymore," Carter whispered with a chuckle. I chuckled and nodded.

After about ten minutes we found Carmen. "You sure that's her?" I asked. Carter nodded and quickly showed me the picture on her phone of Carmen. "We'll be back," Carmen said, taking my arm and pulling me toward the woman who we knew was our contact. When we got to the woman she tapped her on the shoulder. "Are you Carmen Ambrosio?" she asked quietly.

The woman took off her sunglasses and gave a slightly confused look, "Sí… qué está pasando?" (Yes… what's going on?)

"First, do you speak English well?" She nodded. "Ok, then please speak English? We don't speak Spanish."

Carmen looked annoyed by now. "What's this all about?" She had a Spanish accent.

"Calm down," I said, "We're here to help you. We're the ones sent by Church, does that ring a bell?"

Her eyes widened for a second and she nodded. "I'm sorry, I didn't know you two were-"

"Four," Carter interrupted and motioned to the two a little space away.

"Church told me about something called a nighthawk? If I understood him correctly, but I was not sure what he meant." She gave a confused look.

"Come back with us to our hotel and we'll explain whatever we can." My voice was more of a hushed tone. She gave an unsure look. "Trust us."

She hesitantly nodded and followed us back to our hotel. As we walked through town, Carter and me both put on t-shirts we brought- which made our dads happy. As soon as we got the hotel, the two of us changed into jeans and regular shirts and boots-which made our dads even happier. We left the rest of our belongings in our small bags since there wasn't too much to carry anyway. We then explained the situation to Carmen. "My best friend is the guy's girlfriend… I do not know his name though, but I know he is an American," Carmen said.

"What's your friend's name?" Barney asked her.

"Rosalinda Santiago, but people mostly call her Rosie."

"Is she in the country right now?" I asked her.

Carmen shrugged. "As far as I know. She hasn't told me otherwise."

"Have you ever met the guy?" Carter asked and sat down at the table.

Carmen shook her head. "Never."

"Can we know where you live or where you're staying? Just in case we need to contact you at all."

Carmen nodded and wrote down her phone number and address to where she lived. She left a little while after that, saying that if we needed her for anything, not to hesitate to ask. She also gave us the phone number and address that she had for Rosie, just in case we were able to contact her about her boyfriend. Carmen said she was willing to help us contact Rosie in any way, shape or form- but we asked her not to tell anyone she was helping us, which she quickly agreed.

The four of us all left to go check out the area where we were told everything was taking place. Carter and I took our bags with us, considering our guns were in our bags. Same thing with Dad and Barney. They had small duffel-bag type bags with them that had everything they took with them, along with their guns.

We got to the deserted area, which apparently wasn't far from where the plane was, and walked there as quietly as possible. I slipped on a hand guard so if I had to use my gun, it wouldn't slip out my hand at all. I saw and Carter, Dad and Barney all do the same. We got closer and I could hear a few voices. One of the voices sounded very familiar, but I couldn't remember where I had heard it before. "Maybe it's just one of those voices," I thought and continued on.

I was brought outta my thoughts when Carter nudged my arm and pointed to a cave with a sign on it with Spanish writing on it. "Can you read Spanish?" she asked.

I shook my head, "Only if it were Latin."

She gave a confused look. "Latin?"

"My mom made me took Latin while I was still England with her."

"Latin's a dead language."

"No shit, Sherlock."

She glared at me for a second then walked up to the sign. "All I can make out is do not enter, but I can't tell what's after that."

"Even more reason we should go in there."

"It's locked."

"Cover your ears," Dad said. We did as he said as he shot the lock with his gun and it blew into small pieces of metal on the ground. "Would you look at that? It's open."

We all walked in quietly, all of us taking out our guns and taking them off of safety. It was kinda dark so we put on our night vision goggles so we'd be able to see. Despite how hot it was outside, it was pretty chilly inside the cave. You could hear footsteps echo in there, so we tried to be as quiet as we actually could, considering we were all wearing working boots.

"Quien va alla?" (who goes there?)a voice called out from around the corner to the next turn.

"No hablamos mucho Español. Hable usted Inglés?" (we don't speak much Spanish, do you speak English?) I called out to the voice and Carter sent me a confused look for a second.

"Who are you?" the same voice called out.

"Tourists exploring around," Barney called.

"Turn back."

"We were told this-"

"I said turn back!"

Before any of us could say anything else, more soldiers were coming into the tunnel and bullets had started to fly. "Let's go!" Barney yelled. The four of us turned and made our way to the end and out the tunnel, turning around occasionally for a second or two to shoot at the people and soldiers who were shooting at us.

All of us somehow managed to escape with a cut or scratch. Once we were out of the forest we went back to the hotel to get ready to go back to New Orleans. "I thought you didn't speak Spanish?" Carter asked while the plane took off.

"I don't," I answered with a shrug, "But Latura does."

"And?"

"He taught me that if anyone ever asks me something in Spanish how to say: I don't speak much Spanish. Do you speak English?"

"And that's what you said?"

I nodded. "Except I changed I to we." Carter gave another confused look. "I know my Spanish pronouns."

She chuckled, "So much for Latin."

I finally updated! Sorry I haven't in a while! I just finished reading my book Love and War and now I'm reading Heaven and Hell (the last of the North and South trilogy XC ) and watched the first episode of the second show last night with my mom, plus I was sick yesterday, and I have to catch up a lot on school work and still haven't updated my other stories, plus Memorial Day was this week so yeah…

Happy Memorial Day!

By the way, I'm not trying to make fun of Latin with this part, but my dad once said, "No one speaks Latin anymore, that's a dead language." So I decided to use it.

That's all folks! (hopefully you know where I got that from) peace from all the hippies of the world! -^-^=