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I know those who are reading are probably thinking, 'Where is the ragin' Cajun!" I promise, he will be in the next chapter!
So I found myself in a bustling Mexican city airport, with no Spanish skills, except those to order a cold beer and to say no, and no idea what to do.
I was completely overwhelmed by the people, the smells and the heat. With my limited experience of airplane travel, I assumed that if one airplane was
cold, all airplanes were cold. But apparently if you arrange a flight last minute and buy the cheapest ticket you can, this is not so. I almost died in my
sweater and jeans, and I there was no way to change on the airplane anyways.
The airplane was like a modified cargo plane filled with below-coach seating, filled with screaming children, overweight men, and drooling grandparents.
Needless to say, I was pretty excited to get on solid ground again.
After finding my suitcase and going through customs, I was finally able to find a bathroom to change. I changed into a white tank top and black shorts,
I felt like I looked like Laura Croft, well, with the exception of my white streaks in my hair and some big ass guns.
I made my way out to the street and when then doors opened I was hit by a wave of humid heat, and I thought it couldn't get any hotter. Then the
sheer amount of people stopped me in my tracks; people in cars, on buses, on bicycles, on motorcycles, walking, running and standing, they were everywhere!
After running up and down the line of old buses to find one to Sinola, I finally spotted one. An old shade of green and probably 25 years old, but I didn't have
many choices at this point. So I hoped aboard the bus, and if it was possible, it was even hotter in there, and made my way down the aisle filled with people,
animals and bags. Then I settled down for a long ride, approximately six hours of hot, dusty, and bumpy travel for me. And the woman sitting next to me
looked like the type that would fall asleep on my shoulder…. This is not my lucky day. But at least I would be able to see and save Kurt soon.
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Unknowingly Anna had been watched from the time she stepped off her plane, until the moment she set foot on the bus. Warren tried to figure out
why he was doing this again, and then remembered, the girl that drove him nearly insane with passion, but then again there were people who would
argue he was insane well before this, but then again, many of those people were no longer available to argue. Warren was just a bee in Jean's scheme.
Jean had discovered an ancient Mayan ritual when working with her archeology partner, Kurt. Thought Jean was bright, Kurt was much brighter;
he had discovered almost all the details to the ritual, except one secret part. Jean had entranced him and led him on in an effort to help him uncover
clues more quickly, but the more in love he became, the less useful he became. Even know he was still in shock at the turn of Jean. Warren chuckled to
himself, only he knew the depths of Jean's character, and only he knew what she would do.
Done with his mental recap, he trotted over to a payphone and dialed the number he knew by heart, "Hello Phoenix, this is Archangel… yes, she
just got on the bus…. Yeah, I'm about to go get on too…. don't fret redhead, I'll be keeping a close eye on her, nothing will go wrong…."
Warren hung up, then walked over to the Sinola bus, and stepped aboard. He noted were Anna Raven was sitting, then walked a few seats past her
and sat down. This way Anna would have a guardian angel… of sorts.
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