Chapter 7
Sully slowly puffed on his cigar, watching the sun set behind the airport. It wasn't in use any longer, hasn't been for a long time, but he wasn't comfortable with the wide, open field surrounding the main building. "Think there's another way in?" he muttered, Charlie tapping his lip.
"If there is, we're not going to be able to access it."
"There has to be a tunnel. There's no god damn way Hitler booked it across this field and hoped he didn't get shot."
"Yes that makes sense, there's just no telling which direction the tunnel travels in."
Sully picked up on the sarcastic irritability, responding with his own polite manner. "So be it. I just don't like how open this area is, since we're not supposed to be any closer."
Charlie gave a crooked smirk, looking over at Sully. "Ready for a short sprint?"
"Any time. Figured that would be our solution."
Sully tapped his cigar out, Cutter counting to three before he paced around the edge of the field, the area finally getting dark, street light officially on. On Cutter's signal they crossed the tarmac, Sully getting them into the locked building. They sealed the door behind them, pulling out there flashlights.
"Bit spooky in here," Charlie said softly, finding the hallway to start down.
Drips of water tapped through the halls, crickets and few bugs bothering them. Their steps echoed around the hall, hardly any rooms coming across their path. "We need to go lower," Sully said, seeing another hallway. "The blueprint showed a ladder down this hall."
They quickly walked down the hall, Charlie pausing as a short clatter reached their ears. They looked at each other before hurrying down the hall, looking for the ladder. Sully ran through his mind all the sounds they had heard so far, knowing their sources. The clatter, as faded as it seemed, granted them a head start. As far as who could be following them was a bit nerve wracking. Sully tapped Cutter's shoulder, pointing to a rusted steel ladder heading down, off to the side of the large hall. Cutter went first, quickly climbing down, Sully listening for footsteps. He couldn't hear anything yet. Maybe it was just some punk kids to graffiti the place.
When Sully stepped away from the ladder, Cutter looked at Sully, who was running through the blueprints in his mind. He was pretty sure they were on the right track, but without any distinguishable landmarks in the dark, it was a little trickier. "This way," Sully whispered, pointing to the right. "I believe it's this way people have found the tunnels."
They started off, Sully suddenly pausing, barely grabbing Cutter's shirt, motioning for him to stay quiet.
"Do you think we're going to find anything in this concrete shithole?"
"Probably not. But the big man has big money so I'm not going to be a big whiner."
"Hey, is this the ladder we need?"
Sully looked at Cutter, the two sprinting down the hall, Sully relieved by the pressure of his gun strapped to his back. He didn't think the people would be so close all ready. Cutter took another left, pausing against the wall, taking in a few steadying breaths. "We need a plan."
"Working on it," Sully muttered. "They're a lot closer than I thought they would be. Maybe they're nervous about the place, so they just want to hurry so they can get out be paid."
"So what, we just need to find the tunnels or something before them?"
"Yep. We know the treasure isn't here. But, if we find the tunnels, maybe they will lead us in the direction of the treasure."
"Yeah, if the bloody things haven't collapsed yet." Cutter looked around, Sully as well, trying to find some sort of clue. "Well, it's either the tunnels or a gun fight, so let's get moving."
They came to a crossroad in the hall, Sully turning left, then taking the next right. There were more rooms down in this area, doors rusty, covered in a film of dust. Desks and chairs were on the outside of some rooms, shelves lined against other doors, waiting for a trash pick-up that would never come. Sully and Cutter were careful not to touch anything, although Cutter made a quick comment of hiding in the rooms until the others passed.
"Or, they'll slow down and check the rooms. We don't know what they're looking for. Stay on our task."
They took another left, finding another ladder heading down. Sully knew they were on the right track, now on the second page of the blueprint, the rough layout of an area Hitler designed, none allowed to enter during the business of the airport. Lorraine kept a secret smirk on her face as Victor kept trying to prod where she had obtained this.
"I'm not saying how I obtained this. But people thought whatever construction was simply a service tunnel. Maybe a bomb shelter. No one actually knew besides Hitler and the workers."
Sully swung his flashlight around the room, seeing a wide area. He looked at the far walls, wondering why the room was bare, besides the large columns holding the ceiling up.
"Ha! You owe me twenty! Told you I would find it."
Cutter and Sully flashed their lights at each other, then quickly back around the room. "We have to hide behind the pillars. There's no other options. Either wait for them to pass, or surprise and sneak up on them."
Sully clicked his light off, running off closer to the wall, ducking behind a pillar. He saw Cutter's light turn off, flooding the room in complete darkness. Sully sat hunched over, breathing carefully, listening to the soft patters of the boots coming down the ladder. There was a thump, footsteps moving away, a flashlight shining over the room.
"Feels different down here," a male voice asked, another set of boots landing on the ground.
"Well, the building is really old, so the air is probably more stuffy, full of dust."
"Not what I was talking about," the voice muttered, the boots stepping away, Sully watching the flashlights bounce around. Another set of boots thudded on the ground, Sully hoping three was enough for the scouts.
Sully saw Cutter across from him, but didn't see any shadow stretching his figure, hoping it was the same for him.
"So, do you think we're going to find what Keller's after?" The guard asked, Sully noting it was the first guard they heard.
"Not likely. He wants the big hunt himself. He's going to draw himself down that road. He's just using us to eliminate the false trails." Sully thought that was the third guard, not recognizing the voice.
"Haven't you ever done this before?" Number two asked.
"Well, not to this extent. I thought this was a myth."
Sully watched their flashlights bob closer, the three completely unaware of them. Sully let his breath out as the lights began to pass them, beginning to reach back for his gun. The three were distracting themselves with their conversation, giving Cutter and Sully the advantage. He pulled the gun from its holster, a flashlight glancing over him, the guard in the middle pausing. "Hey! You there!"
"Shit," Sully muttered, ducking around the side of the pillar. He heard a gun fire, then more rounds being shot. He peeked around the edge, saw one guard down, the other pointing towards where Cutter was. Sully fired off one round, hitting the guy in the back of the head, the other guard quickly turning around, Sully firing again, Sully watching his bullet nail the guy in the head, as Cutter's bullet flew out the other side of his throat.
The man fell, Cutter and Sully quickly running to the small group, rummaging through their pockets. "What was the name the man said? Keller?"
"Yeah..." Sully tried remembering if Nathan had said the name of who he was stuck working for. "Nathan never said the name of the person he was stuck under. Harry Flynn and another he named bossy. Maybe the name is Keller. Remember it for now, and we'll get to it later."
They found the map the men were following, small dots on the parameter of the building. "There's the rest of the crew. Maybe we can catch one of them and get some information?"
Sully glanced over at him. "What type of historian did you say you are?"
"Well, I didn't really say, I've just happened to dapple in areas around the world, studying maybe some of the more illegal things of interest..."
"All right. Well, glad to have you on my side. We have what we need here, let's find that tunnel before everyone comes looking for us. We're pretty far underground, so I don't believe the sound of the bullets made it up top."
"Then let's get moving mate. We're almost there, according to their map."
They stood up, Sully flashing the light over the map, seeing it was the same one Lorraine had. "Well I'll be god damn, this is curious."
"And what's so peachy on this fine night?"
"This is same map Ms. Lorraine had back at her place. There's even the same small rip on the right side of the page."
"Do you think she's hurt?"
"That or she's working for the bad guys. I'm hoping it's not the later."
Cutter and Sully quickened their pace, turning down a final hall, coming to the corner of the building. "Finally," Cutter said, an eager smile on his face as he looked at the rubble of rocks, looking as if some part of the building collapsed a long time ago. The two moved through the rocks quickly, finally clearing a hole, Cutter climbing up and into the hole. "It's not very big. Hope you're not claustrophobic. It does seem to extend quite a bit though. Care to have a looksee?"
"Ladies first."
Cutter wriggled his way up into the tunnel, Sully giving Cutter a moment to get ahead. He hoisted himself up the tall ledge, pulling himself into the tunnel. He crawled on his stomach, the air stale and thick. Within moments his tongue felt coated with dirt, feeling underprepared for this journey. They crawled along, the tunnel never varying in size, the dirt fading to stone, only slightly uncomfortable against his knees and chest. "I'm surprised it's still going," Cutter called back, Sully smiling.
"It's a damn good sign. Don't jinx it yet."
They finally came to another blocked off entrance, Cutter pushing against it and smashing the butt of the gun against the wall. He broke a piece out, finally getting a hole big enough for them to crawl through. Cutter fell out, Sully following into the sudden bright light. Cutter quickly helped him stand up and pulled him away, Sully taking note of the tile walls, the surprising amount of people not around, though some were watching them and looking at the hole they came out. He caught sight of a blue sign, Cutter pulling him up the stairs.
"So the tunnel leads to the S-bahn. That's interesting." Sully pulled his arm from Cutter's grip, straightening his shirt.
"I wonder how long until someone investigates the hole. That tunnel was hardly stable. We're lucky as is. So, shall we head back to the hotel, collaborate, and figure out what to do from here? I need some sort of plan if I'm going to dapple in shit as risky as this."
Sully watched Cutter shake dirt off of his shirt and jeans, Sully lighting the rest of his cigar. "Trust me, I'm no stallion anymore. The less banging and dragging my body goes through, the happier I am. On our way back, let's drive by Lorraine's home. I'll be damned if a good friend double crosses me."
Cutter glanced at Sully, giving a quick nod.
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Ears buzzing, mouth thick, eyes sticky, Nathan had a hell of a hangover. He couldn't remember what happened the prior night, but he was beginning to regret it. He tried rolling into a sitting position, grimacing as his face and chest began stinging. He groaned, attempting to crack his eyes. Sunlight flooded over him though, not helping him get moving.
He felt weak, confused, sore, unable to care where he had landed this time. The floor was rough—that much of his sensations were intact. He brushed his hands over his face, fingers feeling full of grit. He let his breath out as his sandpaper fingers rubbed his weak eyes. This was going to be harder than he expected.
He finally cracked his eyes open, slowly pushing himself into standing, taking in the room he was shoved in. It looked like a garage made out of cement, bare except for some windows towards the top of the walls, two windows on each wall right below the ceiling. He noticed there were no tables or tools, no chairs, benches, or storage containers. Besides the chain holding him to the floor with a giant nail, the closest thing was a door about twenty feet away.
He checked the floor, not finding much blood. Looking at his hands and clothes, he was layered in the gunk. He slowly sat back down, unsure when someone would check if he was alive. He laid against the cement, trying to adjust to the outside light. It was enough to tell him it was early afternoon. He felt unattached to his body, a feeling that was slowly becoming more and more unnerving. He closed his eyes once more, knowing the people would come again. They said they needed him after all.
After a while he registered the door grating against the floor, causing him to sit up anxiously. He was pretty thirsty, though food wasn't a bad idea either. He saw three men walking towards him, Nate standing, unaware who it was. "What's going on?" he asked, voice dry. He tried swallowing, but knew it wasn't going to be much help.
"Mr. Drake," the man in front began, a spark of memory trying to flicker, "I'm honestly surprised you're still alive. Judging by how much blood is covering you, you should be surprised also. Thankful, perhaps. Mr. Flynn has admitted to three times poisoning you now, so he will no longer hold any sort of serum for you. Instead, we're going to have some one on one time. Sound good?"
Nathan stared at the man, trying to remember. He remembered punching a man, something prodded him. He had found a brown bottle, and there were a lot of papers. "What's going on?"
The man cracked his fingers, one of the men behind him handing him a pair of black gloves. "Well, your disobedience is one thing. Your emotions are becoming out of control again. Punching an agent, even if it is Flynn? Hardly acceptable. I thought we reached some sort of agreement before, but you must have forgotten. So, now, we have the real deal with the rats, we're going to make it dark, and I have the honor of playing a game with you, while you're sober. If you do well, I'll give you some food and water. You fail, and we'll try again tomorrow. It's only been two days. You have a few more before your body gives out."
The man walked closer, Nathan finally having a clear look at his face. His breath caught as he realized he needed to get away from Axel Keller. This hadn't gone well any other time. Nate back up as far as chain would allow him, grateful he had his hands free.
"Come now, Mr. Drake. No need to make this harder on yourself."
The two men stayed at the edge of his boundary, having no need to worry about Nate. "These have never gone well. I would like to keep my distance, thanks."
"Just stop moving around and hear me out."
"Your bite is worse than your bark, so I'll pass, again. Not my fault I don't have the best of luck."
"Your ability to fulfil your work is outstanding," Keller paused in stalking Nathan's parameter. He held out his arms, giving a short laugh. "We're two months ahead, at least! All because of your notes and ideas. How the hell can I argue with that? But you, the man himself," Keller rubbed his hand through his hair, bringing his finger up, pointing aggressively at Nathan, "Can't follow some simple, fucking orders. I don't get it!" Keller dropped his arms, beginning to pace. "And then, there's I think, your god damn friends out in Germany, working their own angle, and now there're dead associates!" Keller, throwing his hands back into the air, still pacing, was becoming hysterical. Nathan didn't want to move, worried what might happen to him. He didn't know any friends that would be working on finding his treasure. Only Sully was out there.
"Seriously Drake, what do I have to do to get you to cooperate with me? It can't be that fucking hard. Like I said, the sooner we find the treasure, the sooner you will go back to your miserable life. What's so hard about that? I give you access to some of the best researchers, support whatever needs you'll come across. What's so hard about that? Huh? What's so hard about that?" Keller finally came close enough to land a punch across Nathan's face, the brunette able to stop the next one. Keller grinned, twisting and pulling his arm from Nathan's grip, swinging his left fist up, knocking Nathan to the floor.
Nathan felt a slam across his chest from Keller's leg. He lost his breath, able to look up and stop the next hit. He tried rolling and standing up, Keller snapping his fingers twice. Something landed on the ground as Nate was kicked again, landing flat again, becoming covered in the bits of the product. He quickly stood back up, Keller smiling and jumping away, next, Nathan hearing a sound, quiet, but quickly growing. He heard the pitch change, a little flutter catching the edge of the sunlight around him. He watched his feet, at least comfortable having his boots on. The pitch climbed, finally the hoard coming into the light. The furry critters squeaked and crawled over each other, Nathan unable to move much without stepping on them. They eagerly ate the crumbs on the ground, Nathan next realizing he had some covering his clothes. He yelled as they tried to swarm up him, wanting that last taste.
Nathan swung and knocked them down, stomping and kicking them as hard as he could, any in his hands being thrown, cracks of broken bones and squeaks of scared rats filling the room. Finally, the sound dissipated, Nathan breathing hard, not wanting to rest his hands on his pants or shirt. "What the hell was that?"
"Just the first effect of your fears. Now, you get to lay with the bodies. I'll be back in a while. I don't think you'll be able to stand for that long. Once you become comfortable with the blood and furry creatures, I may have a treat for you. Now, gentlemen, please shorten Mr. Drake's leash."
Keller walked away, the two men walking closer. One wrapped Nate's arms behind his back, holding tight. The other man grabbed the lock and the links, separating it and grabbing the slack. Nathan leaned back and kicked up, smashing the guys face with his boots. He pulled down and forward, breaking an arm free from the second guard. He punched the guy once in the face, able to deliver a roundhouse kick to the first guard, who was coming back at him. Nathan spun, pulling his other arm free, quickly punching the second guard across the throat and chest, repeating the same back to the first guard. As soon as they hit the ground, he found the keys to unlock his ankle brace, grabbed their guns and ammo, even a knife. Tucking it all away, keeping one gun out, he slipped to the side door, holding his breath.
He cracked the door open, seeing no one, sneaking out and across the afternoon sun. It was slowly getting colder, but he wanted to escape from this hell hole. There wasn't much property barrier as the complex in the states, Nathan taking advantage and booking it across into the vegetation, not worried about much. History was coming to repeat itself. He had survived in South America before. He had managed to escape from a Panamanian jail. He could do it all again.
He kept to a light jog as the sun slipped away, coming across a few homes, avoiding anyone for now. He'd be able to survive off the land for a little bit, keep himself safe from being seen, and able to find places for cover. He kept on pace until well after the sun had set, the weather beginning to chill quickly. Steam rose from his body, exertion on the rise as he wanted to lie down and sleep. Not yet, not yet... Try to work on finding something to drink and eat, and I'll try to rest in the morning, when I know it's safe. You can do this.
The land was wide open, hardly changing. Trees happened to hide the area where he was confined, but once he left the property everything turned into dirt and dead grass. He kept his eyes out for certain plants, occasionally seeing the white flower of the wood sorrel, a plant worth eating. He stayed away from the road, running west, looking for any ditches, trees, water areas. Finally his legs gave out on him, Nate dropping fast and landing hard on his front, groaning as his muscles seemed to pulse and scream. He rolled onto his back, trying to take even breaths.
This was going to be harder than just about anything he's had to deal with so far. It was a bit easier in Cartagena though, the decent sized city, always welcomed with travelers of all kinds. Out exploring, he always tried to keep the basic of items, at least some water, but this time he was at the mercy of the land.
His heart began to calm, Nathan having a hard time opening his eyes. He was content on the ground, cold only nipping his exposed skin. The rest of him was comfortably warm. He laid the back of his hand on his forehead, keeping his eyes closed. He could take a short nap. He needed it.
A rumbling was vibrating through the ground, causing Nate to stir. He gave a small shiver, pushing himself up enough to scope the landscape. He was exhausted still, but his muscles felt a little more relaxed. A light was bouncing in the distance, Nathan groaning before pushing himself up and running, keeping himself as low as he could. He pushed a little more north, still trying to head west.
Lights flashed over him, Nathan standing full height and running as fast as he could. He couldn't outrun the vehicle, but maybe he could find a place to hide. "Why does this always happen to me?" he muttered, keeping his eye out for holes in the ground. Lights lit his path, bullets flying past, shot wide. He hoped they were just trying to scare him. He wasn't going to shoot just yet... He was going to fight for his life if he had to.
The vehicle finally pulled in front of him, an old hummer, Nathan pulling his gun, the passenger getting out.
"Get in, we don't have much time."
Nate lowered his gun a little, wondering what Flynn was going on about. "No thanks. I think I'll wait for the next taxi."
Flynn pinched the bridge of his nose, Nathan catching the brief bruising from the last punch. "Look mate, I'm trying to be the good guy right now. If you won't take this opportunity, I'm going to have to hurt you and take you back to Axel. Or, you can get in the damn truck, sit down and shut up. We have a few hours until the next destination."
Nathan looked around, beginning to hear other vehicles. "What's in it for me? How do I know you're not lying?"
Flynn laughed, spreading his arms open. "Do you not see where you are, let alone the lack of supplies on you? No more shots and retaining your memory is what is in it for you. Now get in the truck, and let's get the hell out of here."
"Ah, hell," Nathan finally muttered, getting into the back of the vehicle.
"Hi Nathan!"
Nathan jumped, looking at Nora, sitting in the back also. "Umm, hi Nora. What are you doing here?" He looked back at Flynn, who seemed very preoccupied suddenly with the map.
"We're doing field work! Harry swept me away yesterday evening, kidnapping me and all of my notes. He was the dashing villain, tying up Jacob and Cindy in the back room. It really was an experience. I've never been on the bad guy's team before."
Nate looked back at Flynn, raising an eyebrow, then realized Daly was driving the vehicle. "Body guard! Why are you here too?"
"That's my job."
"On whose orders? What the hell is going on here?" Nathan looked back at Nora. "We're not the bad guys. Those two, yes, us, not so much. You're just a researcher and I'm just a—"
"A thief, Drake. You're nothing more than a bloody thief, just like the rest of us," Flynn piped up, putting the map down. "I'm not doing this on your behalf. I'm not looking to becoming buddy-buddy, and frankly you're about the worst partner there is to work with."
"I think he's brilliant," Nora piped up, Nate giving her a warm smile.
"Yeah, don't we all. Look, we have a chance of doing this by ourselves, at a much quicker pace. No more drugs, no more Keller unless he finds us, and the only thing that we have to do is stay under the radar, and we'll be peachy."
Nathan leaned back, feeling how tired his muscles were. "Sounds great. At least you have a plan for the moment."
"Until Keller finds us, yes. After that, you think of something. You've dodged him more than a whole lot of anyone else."
"Having my room blown in is not 'dodging' him. Having been put under his fists is not 'dodging' him. Being a test subject for his stupid serums is not 'dodging' him. Thanks for your vote of confidence, but I'd rather get into a fight with a pack of wolves."
Nathan shut his eyes, letting a slow breath out. He was exhausted, he was letting his anger get the better of him. Before he could open his mouth, Nora asked, "Why? Why would he do all those things? He's a good guy, I mean, he's always been respectful, and open minded though focused, he's funded this whole thing from his pocket!"
Nathan waited a moment to see if Flynn would answer, being she was all smitten with the blonde boy wonder. Keeping his eyes closed, he gave a small grin as Flynn finally answered. "Not everything is as it seems, Nora." His voice was calm, smoothing. "Axel has gotten to where he is through...methodical steps. He has taken those who he knows can get the job done. Everyone he's hired has either been recruited, like me and Daly, or forced under his fist, like Mr. Drake here. Axel dishes out respect only where he believes it is deserved."
"Wow... That's...unbelievable. I love working for him."
"Let's trade jobs for a day and see how you feel after that," Nate said softly. "You saw what happened after these pricks shot the serum crap into me. Now, have that done to you for..." Nate cracked an eye open. "How long have I been in your clutches now?" Flynn didn't reply. "Anyway, I'm drained, mentally and physically. If I'm not all dopey, then I'm probably getting the shit beat out of me or unconscious. It's been a great trip so far."
"Harry, is this, is this..." Nora's voice rose a pitch, Nathan imagining all of her aspirations and principles collapsing.
"Yes Nora, it's true. That's why I did what I did back at your place. Makes me look like the rogue agent, and you're just the damsel in distress."
"Wow," was all she said, Nathan welcoming the silence. He didn't want to remember anything that has happened so far. As long as they had Nora's papers, Nate was pretty sure he could lead them to the treasure if it was indeed down here in Argentina. He just hoped Sully was having a better time than he was.
A light flicked on right as Nate was about to fall asleep, causing him to flinch and try to turn it off. "Hold still Drake," he heard Flynn say. "Nora, can you reach the bag in the back, please? It's brown with tan handles."
Nate opened his eyes, noticing Daly was driving on an actual road, passing through a small town. Nora found the bag and handed it to Flynn, who dug through it, tossing random things to Nathan. There was a water bottle and some snacks, and towels for the dirt covering him. "We have a bit of time. Clean up and all before you decide to pass out. While you do that, listen to what we have to say. In due time we'll get to our next checkpoint in the journey and continue from there. From here on out, it's staying ahead of Keller. We can try to get in touch with your colleagues, let them know about Keller too."
Nathan grabbed the water bottle. "Partners, colleagues, why is everything plural? There's only one."
"Some things happened back in Germany, Berlin to be more precise," Flynn started, Nate giving a small groan of relief as he drank eagerly. "Quiet down, you. Three guys mysteriously ended up dead in Templehof Airport, second floor underground. Obtaining some footage from surrounding areas, two men were seen in the subway, breaking a hole out of a wall. The tunnel was inspected, thus becoming a new discovery. These are the two men."
Munching on some dried fruit, Nate took a picture from Flynn, wanting the light off quick. It was black and white, the time stamp a little before ten in the evening. He looked back at Flynn and back down, unable to believe that Sully had managed to contact Cutter... "And you don't know more than that?"
Flynn shrugged, taking the photo away and turning the light back off. "So, those are your partners. From here on, we're staying in Argentina. Let your friends do what they want, look for what they want. We are going to follow your and Nora's notes, and just try to find the quickest route to the goods. It's not that hard, right?"
Nathan rolled his eyes, chewing some crackers. "I doubt it. Nothing worthwhile is ever easy."
"I'm aware. From here, we're heading to Bariloche, so we have quite a few hours before we're there. There's a few people we can question there, and then move on, to Misiones Province, where I think we're going to have a bit more luck. It's going to be about two days drive to get there, so we're going to be camping out. The less funds that Axel is able to track, the easier it'll be from there."
"I don't remember any of the notes I wrote out for you, so either I'm going to have to read them all again, or you're going to have to fly blind on this."
"We're not going to fly blind. You will have more than enough time to go over them again. Don't worry. From there, I think we'll be plenty ahead of Axel, and we don't have to worry too much more from him until he catches up. He only moves when his players are in the right position. We're the main pieces on the chess board, so he'll be blind for a bit. As long as there isn't a paper trail, we'll be able to stay ahead of him."
"You're pretty confident about this," Nathan stated, not enjoying how long this was going to be.
"Well, that's the plan for now. Come up with something better and you can happily be the captain."
Nathan laughed, straightening up and making a little trash bag for himself. "I'll pass for now. I don't like this country. I'll happily help, but the sooner we get out of here, still isn't soon enough for me." Nathan had a small fear they'd be landing back in Cartagena. He wasn't worried that any of his crimes would catch up with him now, but revisiting the place where Sully saved his life, he didn't want to relive any of those memories. He gathered the ring he wanted, and that was good enough to shut down any reason for going back.
Flynn faced forward again. "We'll be to Bariloche soon enough. Get some sleep. It'll still be dark when we get there, so we'll hunker down in the car for now. Sorry lady and gents, this is going to be our temporary home-transportation vehicle. Best get used to it now."
Huuuummmppp daaayyy! Almost. But not for me since I just play stay at home mom anyway. Enjoy thhiiissss! I have like, 5 ways I want to take the story, but they're all boring. I'm praying this is going to lead to the right track. Enjoy, I'll try to update soon. (Fingers crossed)