The next day she woke up early and called Sands. They would meet for breakfast in the hotel restaurant and make plans for the day. She quickly took a shower and put on another tourist outfit, then made her way to the hotel lobby and restaurant.

Sands was already there waiting for her, sipping some coffee and smoking a cigarette. He had already ordered his breakfast, so she quickly ordered hers.

"So," she said to break the silence. "What are the plans for today?"

He looked at her blankly. "I have no idea what your plans are. Maybe you could go shopping or do whatever it is that you women do when you're on vacation."

"I'm not on vacation. I'm your partner so I need to be wherever it is that you are," she said firmly.

"Sugarbutt, we've already been through this. I don't need a partner. I have too much to do to be looking out for you, too," he said patronizingly.

"Look, let's get one thing straight, I'm looking out for YOU, not the other way around. THAT is my assignment and I plan to fulfill it, with or without your cooperation," she said angrily. She could feel the redness in her cheeks as she became flustered. How did he always manage to upset her, she thought?

"Without," he said.

"Without what?" she asked still angry that he had managed to get under her skin, yet again.

"Without my cooperation. You'll have to find your own way around town today. I have work to do," he said flatly.

"Fine!" she said, her anger rising. "If I have to shadow you, I will, but it's a monumental waste of time for you to rebel against the inevitable. The CIA wants me here and you WILL have to cooperate with me or else I will have to rep…," her words were cut off by his hand grabbing her wrist and squeezing it hard enough to hurt. She almost yelped in pain but held it in.

"I DO NOT have to do anything and YOU will not report me. That would be a grave mistake on your part," he seethed at her between his teeth. His eyes had gone black with rage.

She gulped. He looked positively deadly. Maybe the stories back at headquarters were all true and not just pumped up fantasies of someone's overactive imagination like she had been beginning to think.

"OK," she said calmly not wanting to upset him further.

He released her wrist and she rubbed it. She was sure it would bruise. Apparently he didn't like to be threatened with being reported.

They spent the next few minutes in sullen silence until their food arrived. She was surprised to see that he had ordered some sort of egg dish.

"What, not pork again?" She asked to break the ice, amusement in her voice.

"No." he said and took another bite.

He still looked angry and she wanted to get along with him so she continued to talk to him.

"Why not? Isn't it good for breakfast, lunch and dinner? The perfect food, I thought," she joked.

He sighed. "Puerco Pibil is a slow roasted pork. It takes several hours to make. Therefore it is generally not served until at least lunch time," he said wearily.

"So, you would eat it for breakfast, if it was available?" she asked.

He just stared at her, ignoring her question and kept eating his eggs. This girl was getting on his nerves with her happy, chirpy, little whiny voice. He was going to have to turn up the heat somehow. He hatched a plan in his head. He smiled to himself. Perhaps he could get rid of her today.

He finished eating and paid the check without saying another word to her. She watched him get up from the table.

"Where are you going?" she asked annoyance in her voice.

"Places to go, people to see, work to do, Chica. See you later." He walked out of the restaurant leaving her there to finish eating alone.

After he exited the restaurant, he made a call to Cucuy. He'd set everything up. He would make sure she was good and scared today so she would leave him alone. He was tired of dealing with her. He smiled. He had several meetings today and didn't want her interfering with his plans.