To respond to your comments thus far, THANK YOU! It has encouraged me to keep going. I wasn't sure if I'd even continue but my friends seem to like it so here I go. Oh, to answer a question, I think "el codo" in this sense means "cheapskate" so Leon was implying he was too cheap to get a real
shirt, or buy a new one. My quirky sense of humor...
----
Letti swore under her breath. This damn heat was not was what she was planning for. She was
already running low on water and would have to conserve what she had. How the hell was she going to
get to Dom without being noticed? The FBI wanted her, she knew that much, that bastard Brian--or
whatever his name--was an FBI agent who betrayed them. She entertained herself with ways to get
even when next they met. Though he may not be looking for her, she kept a low profile. Since he
didn't bring them all in his bosses at the FBI may have just fired him or something. She smiled
slyly to herself, enjoying the vision of Brian cleaning up FBI bathrooms. She forced back a laugh.
"It is ironic, no?"
"What?" She said, turning her head toward the bus window.
"Whatever it is dat is making you mad." The man said with a thick French accent. "It seems also to
...make you smile." He offered a cigarette. Letti waved it off. Too many horror stories about
accepting drug-laced cigarettes in this part of Mexico. Sure they were rumors but better safe than
sorry. The French man shrugged it off, not seeming to care about her refusal. It seemed routine
for him. After a long pause, "...am I right?" He said almost with a lisp. His shaggy, uncombed
hair flowed down around his eyes, making him seem mysterious. He had a long scar that ran across
the right side of his face, along the jawbone. It looked old, and probably had a long story behind
it.
"Yeah, guess so." She said pretending to be disinterested. "Where you going?"
"Eh..." he began, taking a long drag from the cigarette. It smelled faintly of something familiar,
but she couldn't quite get a hold of it. "I am just travelling." He shrugged. "Perhaps to Cabo San
Lucas."
"Why there? Its a long way. We're not even close to La Paz."
He nodded, "Good destinations are only good because zey are far away, eh," he said smiling. Letti
didn't even feel like smiling. This guy definitely like his jokes more than anybody else did. "You
should go dere, I tink." He searched around his pocket for something. "I saw dis at my last stop.
Take a look, I tink you'll like what you see." He produced a folded post card, she ignored the
naked women on the front, and immediately flipped it over.
She looked up at the French man, who was taking another long drag from the cigarette. The two-inch
long stretch of ash at the end of the cigarette threatened to fall off but didn't.
-----
If it was one thing that Chris hated, it was the FBI. The feds came in wearing suits and attitude,
thinking like they owned the place. In a few aspects they did. The secure ward he guarded was an
example. The doctors and nursing staff themselves were trained FBI agents as well as members of the medical profession. So what if it was attached to a normal hospital? This was where the bureau put many of the state's criminals if they were injured upon arrest. Chris hated being there, hated the
lack of air conditioning, the boring days, and moreover the lack of respect. He'd check their
badges on the way in the ward, sure, but he'd been there for two years and no one had bothered to
learn his name.
He didn't even realize someone was right behind him before he lost consciousness.
"Fuck!" Vince swore, "fuck, fuck, fuck!" he seethed.
"So much for being quiet, dumbass." The unknown man that helped him to escape whispered as he
checked the corner. Two agents were stationed at the end of the hall, and he signalled to Vince it
was alright to proceed. They quickly moved from one side of the corridor to another, sweeping their eyes across the entire corridor as they changed sides, just in case it would provide them with a
better vantage point. "If I have to kill anybody to get you out of this shithole, you're going to be sorry."
"Fuck you," Vince said grabbing the dark sleeve closest to him. It got the attention of the unknown man. He knew that man could see the anger boiling in him. "I don't even know who you are yet."
"If you're lucky you won't get to. Come on." He removed a silenced handgun from somewhere on his body and aimed carefully at the two agents. For the first time since he met him, Vince was quiet. He placed two fast shots, both kill shots, falling both of the agents. "Go!" They ran quickly down the hall and dragged the bodies into a nearby janitors closet...conveniently enough it seems the mysterious man had a key.
"Change your clothes." He said firmly, taking off his mask and black shirt.
"You called this fucking robe clothes?" Vince said to himself, busying himself with stripping the taller of the two agents. "Hey he isn't dead!" He said kicking the sleeping agent. "What the /i are you trying to pull?"
"I don't want blood stains on the hospital floor," the man said quickly. "It tends to have the security camera operators wonder why."
"Fuck you."
The man sighed. What a great day this was going to be.
shirt, or buy a new one. My quirky sense of humor...
----
Letti swore under her breath. This damn heat was not was what she was planning for. She was
already running low on water and would have to conserve what she had. How the hell was she going to
get to Dom without being noticed? The FBI wanted her, she knew that much, that bastard Brian--or
whatever his name--was an FBI agent who betrayed them. She entertained herself with ways to get
even when next they met. Though he may not be looking for her, she kept a low profile. Since he
didn't bring them all in his bosses at the FBI may have just fired him or something. She smiled
slyly to herself, enjoying the vision of Brian cleaning up FBI bathrooms. She forced back a laugh.
"It is ironic, no?"
"What?" She said, turning her head toward the bus window.
"Whatever it is dat is making you mad." The man said with a thick French accent. "It seems also to
...make you smile." He offered a cigarette. Letti waved it off. Too many horror stories about
accepting drug-laced cigarettes in this part of Mexico. Sure they were rumors but better safe than
sorry. The French man shrugged it off, not seeming to care about her refusal. It seemed routine
for him. After a long pause, "...am I right?" He said almost with a lisp. His shaggy, uncombed
hair flowed down around his eyes, making him seem mysterious. He had a long scar that ran across
the right side of his face, along the jawbone. It looked old, and probably had a long story behind
it.
"Yeah, guess so." She said pretending to be disinterested. "Where you going?"
"Eh..." he began, taking a long drag from the cigarette. It smelled faintly of something familiar,
but she couldn't quite get a hold of it. "I am just travelling." He shrugged. "Perhaps to Cabo San
Lucas."
"Why there? Its a long way. We're not even close to La Paz."
He nodded, "Good destinations are only good because zey are far away, eh," he said smiling. Letti
didn't even feel like smiling. This guy definitely like his jokes more than anybody else did. "You
should go dere, I tink." He searched around his pocket for something. "I saw dis at my last stop.
Take a look, I tink you'll like what you see." He produced a folded post card, she ignored the
naked women on the front, and immediately flipped it over.
She looked up at the French man, who was taking another long drag from the cigarette. The two-inch
long stretch of ash at the end of the cigarette threatened to fall off but didn't.
-----
If it was one thing that Chris hated, it was the FBI. The feds came in wearing suits and attitude,
thinking like they owned the place. In a few aspects they did. The secure ward he guarded was an
example. The doctors and nursing staff themselves were trained FBI agents as well as members of the medical profession. So what if it was attached to a normal hospital? This was where the bureau put many of the state's criminals if they were injured upon arrest. Chris hated being there, hated the
lack of air conditioning, the boring days, and moreover the lack of respect. He'd check their
badges on the way in the ward, sure, but he'd been there for two years and no one had bothered to
learn his name.
He didn't even realize someone was right behind him before he lost consciousness.
"Fuck!" Vince swore, "fuck, fuck, fuck!" he seethed.
"So much for being quiet, dumbass." The unknown man that helped him to escape whispered as he
checked the corner. Two agents were stationed at the end of the hall, and he signalled to Vince it
was alright to proceed. They quickly moved from one side of the corridor to another, sweeping their eyes across the entire corridor as they changed sides, just in case it would provide them with a
better vantage point. "If I have to kill anybody to get you out of this shithole, you're going to be sorry."
"Fuck you," Vince said grabbing the dark sleeve closest to him. It got the attention of the unknown man. He knew that man could see the anger boiling in him. "I don't even know who you are yet."
"If you're lucky you won't get to. Come on." He removed a silenced handgun from somewhere on his body and aimed carefully at the two agents. For the first time since he met him, Vince was quiet. He placed two fast shots, both kill shots, falling both of the agents. "Go!" They ran quickly down the hall and dragged the bodies into a nearby janitors closet...conveniently enough it seems the mysterious man had a key.
"Change your clothes." He said firmly, taking off his mask and black shirt.
"You called this fucking robe clothes?" Vince said to himself, busying himself with stripping the taller of the two agents. "Hey he isn't dead!" He said kicking the sleeping agent. "What the /i are you trying to pull?"
"I don't want blood stains on the hospital floor," the man said quickly. "It tends to have the security camera operators wonder why."
"Fuck you."
The man sighed. What a great day this was going to be.