Roberta brought what was once Diego's personal limo to a halt in a small lot, beside the port office of one Captain Jose Cantillo. Beside her, Garcia sat looking excited, nervous, and a bit content all at once. Taking notice of his expression, Roberta asked, "Is everything alright, young master?"

He turned to face her, and the awkward tinge in his expression faded, leaving him with a smile on his lips. He was young and a bit unsure of the strides he took in his innocent courtship of Roberta. Still, staring into her beautiful blue eyes, he couldn't help but speak from his heart, "Everything's fine, my sweet rose."

Roberta's eyes widened slightly at hearing him call her by this name once again. She knew whatever this was between them, it was wrong. Someone so young shouldn't love someone so much older. Worse still, that she felt those feelings for him as well, it wasn't normal. However, were either of them citizens in the normal world? Mere weeks ago had she left a trail of bodies in the wake of her vengeance, and in just the past few days, Garcia had matured from student, to head of family.

Though she knew how terribly wrong it was, she was no longer in control as she leaned down to the young master and placed a quick and delicate kiss on his lips. It was very brief, and she so quickly collected herself and turned away from him in shame. "I'm sorry, young master; I shouldn't have-"

"It's alright, Roberta," Garcia interrupted with closed eyes. Butterflies flew in his stomach as he quietly continued, "I don't believe that love has an age of admission." Slowly she turned to face him, and while he lacked the courage to face her, he took a deep breath and laid his cards out, "I've been trying to figure out these feelings since Roanapur."

"Feelings?" Roberta asked.

His eyes met hers once again and he answered, "My feelings for you, Roberta." Her expression blanked slightly, and her eyes blinked, almost as though she'd forced them to do so. "I am in love with you."

"No," She thought. "This can't…" She struggled with her thoughts, "…I can't let this happen." She put an assertive undertone in her voice as she spoke, "Master Garcia-"

But again, he interrupted her, his tone laced with determination, "Tell me you feel nothing for me, Roberta." Her eyes doubled in size as panic set in, and again he spoke, "Tell me you feel nothing for me, and I'll never speak my feelings for you again."

She was frozen stiff. This was it, she could tell one lie, and this feeling that plagued her could disappear. For some reason though, her tongue didn't listen to her conscience. She blinked her eyes, and managed to speak the only two words that seemed to come out involuntarily, "Master Garcia-"

He leaned over the armrest and pressed his lips to hers. She hated how good his lips felt against hers. That his touch melted all of her worries and fears away. Her eyes gently closed, and a few seconds later, Garcia pulled away from her. She remained completely still as he left her, and at seeing her in an obvious state of contentment, a smile formed on Garcia's lips. "Well?" He quietly asked bringing her to open her eyes.

Her fingers rose to her lips and again she spoke, "Master Garcia…" No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't bring herself to tell this lie. At a loss, she finally continued her thought as best she could, "…I need time, young master."

"I'm in no rush, Roberta," Garcia replied with a smile.

Captain Cantillo stepped out of the small port office, and called out, "Garcia?"

Garcia's attention immediately turned to the Captain, and Roberta adjusted her attire once again in an effort to occupy her hands. She struggled to brush off what had just happened, and put on the sweetest smile she could find as she asked, "Ready, young master?"

Again taking a few seconds to get lost in the details of her face, Garcia smiled and nodded, and they stepped from the car.

In Jesus Escamillo's mansion, several moving men rolled a rather large statue through the halls on a dolly. Jesus donned a different white suit and followed them as they walked through his home. Growing impatient of the numerous close calls the moving men had made with the walls, he barked, "Would you fucking bitches watch where the fuck you are going?"

The dolly the statue rested on tapped one of the walls and Jesus exploded, "FUCK! What the fuck, is fucking…" his phone rang bringing him to stop in the dining room and retrieve his phone from his pocket. He dropped his forehead into his palm and quietly muttered, "Aye dios mio, these fucking punto bitches." He clicked the send button and spoke, "What?" He perked up slightly and sniffed as he pinched his nose. "Where are you?" A pause while he waited for an answer. He raised his watch into view and replied, "We have men at La Salina, right?" He rolled his eyes and barked, "Because that's where I want you to fucking push them! Give them room, but make sure they go where we want them to." Again a brief pause and he rolled his eyes, "Then get Ruiz and his boys to fucking help you!"

He flipped the phone closed and dropped it onto the table. From further down the hall, he once again heard the sound of the dolly scraping a wall and roared, "You stupid fucking bitches!"

"What the fuck is going on, Dutch?" Revy asked from the back of the jeep. The onslaught of the rival cartel had faded, but every time Benny slowed down, more jeeps seemed to reappear behind them. However, those that did show failed to take any violent action.

Dutch checked his side view mirror and replied, "If I didn't know any better, I'd say these fuckers are corralling us."

Benny checked his watch and commented, "Far north as we are now, we'll never make our rendezvous with the ship."

"Dammit," Dutch replied. He retrieved a port map from the glove box and gave it a quick look. His finger ran along the route they were on, and followed it up and into Venezuela. He looked back to his side-view, and a single jeep slowly approached.

"Dutch?" Revy asked, looking for an order as to what to do.

Dutch turned back to the map and commented, "Benny-boy, slow us down a bit and let a few of'em catch up." He looked over his shoulder and gave his gun an order, "Once you get a few lined up, take'em down; see if maybe you can block the road."

"What about our rendezvous?" Rock asked from the backseat, now sitting up once again since the gunfire had ceased.

"I'm gonna put in a call to Captain Delgado, see if he's got any friends here," Dutch replied.

"Here?" Rock stammered. "We don't even know where-"

"We're in Venezuela, Rock," Dutch interrupted silencing Rock and garnering Benny and Revy's complete attention. Knowing what was on their minds, Dutch addressed their fears as he put the satellite phone to his ear, "She's out there somewhere; I just hope our luck tonight isn't that bad."

At the Port of Tumaco, the last of the containers was just coming off Captain Delgado's ship. The Captain entered his office, and took his time getting to the ringing phone on his desk, "Delgado."

"Hey Captain," Dutch replied over the wind noise. "I think we're fucked."

Delgado closed his eyes and took a seat in his ratty old chair. He leaned forward and his hand passed over his face as he asked, "Who'd you piss off now?"

"Not sure. My best guess right now is a rival cartel," Dutch replied.

"Rival cartel?" Delgado asked. "How did anyone even know you were in Colombia?"

"Don't know and don't care," Dutch replied. "They've got us on the run as we speak. I'm just shootin' from the hip, but by the looks of it they're corralling us up towards Lake Maracaibo."

Delgado checked his watch and asked, "Maracaibo? Dutch where the hell are you?"

"On some fuckin' back road in Venezuela," Dutch replied bringing the Captain to close his eyes. "Once we get into a populated area, we should be able to lose them, but with no destination they're gonna chase us right into the fuckin' ocean. You know anyone at any of the ports up there?"

Delgado perked up and shuffled through things on his desk as he replied, "Yeah, but he's not like us, Dutch. He only handles legitimate shipments."

"Think he'll take us through Panama?"

Delgado widened his eyes and gave his head a slight tilt as he spoke, "On his container ship? I'll see what I can do. Make sure you can hear the phone ring."

"Roger that," Dutch replied before hanging up.

"Dutch!" Revy called from the backseat.

The boss turned to see what she wanted, and saw she had allowed four jeeps to close in on them. He observed the field for just a moment and asked, "You thinking what I'm thinking?"

Revy smiled slightly and replied, "Eight-ball, corner pocket." Without another word, she took aim at the lead jeep's front tires and shot them out, first the passenger's side, then the driver's side. The front end plowed into the dirt, hooking the jeep into a spin, and taking out the jeeps on its both sides. As the tumbling cars came to rest, they had successfully blocked the road. Revy smiled and fell back into her seat. She ejected the empty magazine from the Cutlass in her right hand and noticed Rock staring at her, impressed as usual. She slid a fresh magazine into the grip, and offered him just the slightest hint of a hungry grin as she racked the slide.

"That ought to keep them back for at least a little while," Dutch commented before turning back to the map. "Benny, see if you can head east and find us a main road. I've got an idea where we're at, but planning our route is going to be impossible on these fuckin' back roads."

Rock leaned forward so he wouldn't have to scream, and asked, "What's the plan, Dutch?"

"Delgado's gonna try and grab us a ride out of Lake Maracaibo. Hopefully he finds someone who doesn't mind the risk."

In Captain Jose Cantillo's office, Roberta patiently waited while Garcia and the Captain discussed the shipment. On top of being morally wrong, her relationship with Garcia was beginning to become an issue of concentration as well. She'd never known these feelings, while in such a calm state. The few of her random indiscretions had always been fueled in some way. What she felt for Garcia though, it wasn't something raw or primal; it was love, in its purest and simplest form.

The details flew back and forth between Garcia and the Captain, never escalating in volume or anger. Questions were asked, answers were given; the whole exchange progressed extremely well. The Captain couldn't help but be impressed with Garcia's knowledge of the business, "I have to say, Garcia; for you to have picked all of this up so quickly, your father would be proud."

"Thank you, sir."

A ring emanated from the Captain's pants pocket and he quickly retrieved his phone. Observing the number on the ID, he smiled and asked, "Would you mind?"

"Go ahead," Garcia replied.

The Captain headed into the next room to keep his conversation quiet and answered, "Delgado, how in the hell are you?"

"Jose, I'm glad I got you."

Slight concern came across his face at the tone in Delgado's voice, and Cantillo asked, "Is everything alright?"

"Are you busy?"

"Working on something, why; what's going on?"

"I have four coming in hot to Maracaibo. I need to get them on the Pacific side of Panama tonight."

Cantillo checked his watch and asked, "Where are they now?"

Delgado checked the primitive computer at his desk, picking up the GPS signal from the phone he gave to Dutch, "Looks like they just passed through Valera. Where are you docked?"

"La Salina, but I've got a shipment going out in just a few hours for one of my best clients."

"You've got to help me out here, Jose," Delgado pleaded. "You can be back through Panama tomorrow morning. Can you see if your client has any room in his schedule?"

Jose closed his eyes and threw his head back. He took a deep breath and replied, "Give me a minute."

He placed the phone to his chest and turned the corner back into his office. He locked on the young master and asked, "Garcia, I have a slight problem."

"Is everything alright with our shipment?" Garcia asked.

"Oh yes, we're all set," the Captain reassured. "However, a friend has called me with an urgent favor. If I were to take the job, I'd need to make a run through Panama tonight. I wouldn't get to the Port of Victoria until late Sunday evening."

Garcia thought on it for a moment. He knew the factory they were shipping to would be closed for the weekend, so provided he could alter the pickup schedule at Victoria, everything should fall into place perfectly. He smiled slightly and replied, "It shouldn't be a problem Captain, so long as you can make it to the Port by Sunday night, so it can arrive at the factory Monday morning."

The Captain gave Garcia a smile and turned to Roberta, "Smart and courteous, this kid's gonna do just fine."

Roberta offered a knowing smile in return, and the Captain turned around the corner. He raised the phone to his ear and spoke, "Alright, I've got a window till 2am. If your friends can get here by then, they've got a ride."

"You're a life saver, Cantillo. I'll be in touch."

Delgado hung up on his end and quickly started dialing once again.

In the Lagoon Company's jeep, Dutch's head rested in his palm and he called out, just loud enough to not overstrain his voice, "Just do me a favor and don't say 'I told you so', Revy?"

Now on a main road running through Santa Rosa, the Cartel jeeps were replaced with two Police cars. Listening to the wail of the sirens in their wake, Revy's cheek rested on her knuckles, and she casually replied, "Not much of a point now is there?"

"What I don't get is why they aren't just seizing us," Rock interjected. "They just keep pushing."

"They're doing exactly what I said they were; they're fuckin' herding us," Dutch replied. "Only trick now is going to be getting away from them long enough to ditch this jeep and make a run for the port." The phone in his lap rang and Dutch hastily answered, "Gimme good news, my man."

"As long as you can make it to La Salina by 2am, you're in," Delgado replied, bring Dutch to check his maps.

Running his finger along the shipping routes, he found the port on the map and tapped at it with his finger, "Just outside Cabimas, right?"

"That's the one. How're you doing?"

Dutch checked his side-view once again to see another Police car joined the chase, "I been better, now we got cops on our ass."

"I think you were right, Dutch; these Cartels each own a bit of the Police," Delgado replied. "What are you planning to do?"

"Sort of playing that by ear at the moment," Dutch replied. "Once we get to La Salina, who are we looking for?"

"Captain Jose Cantillo. People say he looks like my twin, but we're not related."

Dutch grinned just slightly, "You mean I'm gonna have to stare at your ugly mug even longer on this trip?"

"You're welcome, and Dutch…"

"Yeah?"

"…be careful."

"See you in Panama, old friend."