Please comment below if you want to see Kowalski and Rico in the later chapters, there has to be three "Yes's" for this to happen otherwise I will not include them in this fanfiction.
Eight years.
Eight years I've been hiding in the jungles of Mexico, Skipper thought, he was leaning against a hotel in Mexico, watching the streets in front of him; the sun had already left the sky, leaving the moon and stars as the sources of light. It hasn't been a complete waste of my time though, there's certainly some . . . . interesting information on Deadshot here, some that I would never have encountered unless I chose this place as my hiding spot from Peirce and the rest of the Fifty-Two fangs organization. In that time he had discovered that Deadshot's home was in Mexico, and what his real name was. Before his wing had healed completely from the injury he had received from some hippies when he had caught Deadshot temporarily, he had told Flippy, his dolphin friend, well only friend besides Harley, she sometimes visited him, that he had to leave for a while and that they may never see each other again, he had also explained why and Flippy had understood that he had to do what he had done. I wonder what he's been doing since I last saw him Skipper thought, does he miss me? Does he know how much I miss him? I can't stay here any longer, I know everything I need to know to defeat Deadshot, I know exactly who he's going after and when, I even know why. I just have to wait until my . . . associate gets here.
"Hola Senor Skipper, Mi el jefe decir a conocer su en el abandnado el café la tienda (Hello Mr. Skipper, my boss say to meet her at the abandoned coffee store)" a light brown small dog with very pointy ears barked at him softly in Spanish. Skipper smiled and nodded and quickly told the dog in Spanish that he would meet her there in a few. Skipper remembered the first time he had been in Mexico and an animal had talked to him, Harley had been with him at the time.
"Senor, ¿quieres un pez" a small bird had asked him.
"Harley, are you sure you know who won't find me here?" Skipper had ignored the bird and asked Harley what he had feared at the time. Not that he ever showed fear now.
"They won't Skip I promise." She had replied, her fur starting to turn grey from age.
"Senor, ¿quieres un pez" a small bird had asked him again, more persistently this time; he spun around to confront him.
"I don't speak Chinese!" he spat frustrated he didn't understand him.
"Skipper, this is Mexcio, they speak Spanish" Harley told him then turned to the bird and spoke to him swiftly in Spanish, resulting in the bird leaving them alone.
By now Skipper not only was fluent in the language but also knew how to play the Spanish guitar, as it had become a hobby of his, he usually played a few gigs at Papa's over in the down town area, where he had taken on the name of Diego Gracia. He also sang there as well, but he rarely did that anymore, before he had started doing gigs there in his free time, a chinchilla had told ghost stories to entertain the club. Skipper shivered as he followed the dog toward the old broken down coffe shop, it looked just like one of the places in the chinchilla's ghost stories, Skipper hated ghosts, or well anything that he couldn't see or feel, let alone fight.
"Here we are" the dog said in Spanish, Skipper nodded and headed inside, in the main room a pure white small dog, that looked similar to the dog outside sat behind a small animal sized table. Skipper sat down in front of her and the table.
"Hello Diego, I see you got my message" she said, "I'm sorry I couldn't meet you at the grand hotel"
"S'alright, what did you want to meet me about Camila?" he asked. He didn't trust her, not really, but this was only because she had did business with the organization that had once promised to kill him if he didn't join their ranks.
"I have the information concerning the lemur Deadshot, he's going to target the commissioner of New York's pet cat, her name is Sofia, he did business with her and she promised him one of her kittens, but her kittens were taken away before she could give one to him, he will strike in two weeks, so that is that all you needed Mr. Gracia?" she narrowed her blue eyes at him, and he met her gaze steadily.
"Yes, thank you Camila that will be all" he said, after having thanked her, he left and headed for the nearest airport to America and more specifically, New York.
Sorry if I got some of the Spanish wrong, I tried my best.