While the poachers were travelling to Spain on the plane, Tulio and Linda returned to the clinic, which was closed for the day. They both entered the clinic and, entering it, reached the reception desk and sat down there. They sat down near the receptionist's desk, a few tables away. It was both a reception desk and a cosy waiting room, where one could talk peacefully.
"Aren't you opening the hospital today?" asked Linda looking at the closed door.
Tulio lazily lifted his head, which he had left on the table before. Slowly he turned towards the closed door that led to the outside.
"Today he did not... I don't have the strength... A day off will probably do us good... all of us... "Tulio answered by turning his head again and leaving it firmly down. They sat in silence looking at each other from time to time and then turned around again, avoiding each other's eyesight.
"So... There's a kitchen here, maybe I can make us some coffee," Tulio suggested.
"Why not?" said Linda. Tulio got up and walked slowly through the hallway disappearing. Linda sat in silence and tried to read what was written on the bulletin board, but the Brazilian language got into trouble and eventually she didn't read anything. A moment later she got up from her chair out of boredom and looked around watching everything. She took advantage of the fact that she was alone, so she approached the reception desk and opened one shelf. She didn't see anything useful there, ordinary documents, papers that would probably be priceless for other people. She closed the drawer and opened another one. She was flipping through the sheets of paper until she met an interesting piece of paper. It was a map with marked places, every point was next to her home town. She took the map and, sitting on her previous one, tried to read the meaning of the map on her own. A few minutes later, Tulio came into repair holding cups of coffee in his hands.
"You don't even know how much water can boil in such a kettle," said Tulio when he put the hot cups on the table. He immediately noticed the map Linda was reading, knew it was his, so he decided to ask where it came from.
"Where did you get it from?" asked Tulio. Linda raised her head up. It was a little red, but she showed her hand to the reception desk.
"Why are the points around Minnesota marked?" asked Linda, giving a map for Toulouse.
"You don't think I knew exactly where Blu was, do you?" asked Tulio.
"Actually, I did... I thought so... " said Linda.
"Look, this map shows literally all the places I've been. I knew your Blu was somewhere in that area, I just had to visit the whole marked area," explained Tulio.
"How did you know he was in that area?" asked Linda.
"In fact, it's quite a coincidence... Anyway, it's too long to tell," replied Tulio. At that moment, a knock was heard from the exit side of the building. Tulio and Linda turned around and noticed the boy's posture through the glass.
"Is that him?" asked Linda.
"Fernando? No, certainly not... He wouldn't have the courage to come here," replied Tulio quickly. He got up and quickly walked up to the glass door. He opened it and was surprised when it turned out that it was really him...
In the meantime, a few good hours have passed since the start, when the mood in the hold was still the same, if not worse. The sight of what is most likely to await everyone did not give good prospects for the future. Blu sometimes got up on the spot to see the dark ocean they were currently crossing. He couldn't say anything more than that they are now definitely closer to Europe than Brazil.
"Everyone will be sold on the spot?" said Rafael.
"Most likely. They're probably already in cages or even worse," said Blu.
"Worse?" repeated Rafael. Blu only showed a head cut with a wing. It made everything understandable. I guess you didn't need to ask any more questions, which would be just pointless.
"Most of us will lose Rafael", said Blu.
"Why me?" he asked.
"You have a family. You would have to go back to somebody. Not what we..." He answered Blu.
"We have each other..." added Jewel.
"Well, yes... But do you know what it's like not to meet your parents? From the very beginning I was... With people," said Blu. Jewel just sighed. She gave up because she knew that Blu was right and she had, frankly speaking, little to say. A few minutes later Nigel went to the cargo bay like he did almost regularly, laughing at them all and comforting them with the fact that they would soon be at peace and free. But to Nigel's surprise, nobody paid attention to his words, everyone talked a little bit to each other, but there wasn't a single bird that would at least look at him with a pathetic eye. I guess that's what made Nigel announce a short but important piece of information.
"We are about to land," briefly said Nigel and left the hold. When he left, everyone started to speculate about what might happen to them when they got off. Everyone looked at Blu a moment later as if they were waiting for him to say something. However, as from the very beginning of the journey, he had nothing to say.
"I have nothing to say," said Blu briefly. A moment later, however, everyone heard Marcel's voice from the speakers.
"Okay... So we're landing and you better watch out," said Marcel. Meanwhile, Tipo and Armando in the cabin were arguing about when to land.
"Ahhh... Because the trail will hit me soon! I'll tell you when to land!" growled nervous Marcel. They were currently located above the old and abandoned airport, which had worn off the asphalt in some places.
"All right, land!" said Marcel. The plane drastically lowered its flight level and a moment later it was almost touching the ground. Not a dozen or so moments passed, and the plane was easily on the runway, on which it had already slowed down. A minute later the plane was already standing at the airport, the engines were extinguished.
"It worked! I didn't believe it...but we did it!" said Marcel, happy and sighing with relief.
"It had to work," Armando replied.
"Of course I did," added Tipo.
"Okay, let's take care of the cages, our merchants should be here soon," said Marcel. Everyone left the plane and headed for the cargo hold, which was full.
"Are we there?" said Rafael. Blu stood up and looked around. He saw little but the airport and the trees around it. There was another old, crumbling hangar. Blu returned to his position and nodded his head slowly.
A moment later, the sounds of people came from the outside. A moment later, the back of the cargo hold slowly started to open, presenting the prey of the smugglers. When the steel flap had fallen to the end, Marcel went inside, who was clearly satisfied.
"Welcome to Spain," said the man with his hands showing the Spanish flag, which was hanging in a slow and warm wind.