Author's Note: This chapter is a little short- so I apologize in advance. ;) Just checking up on stuff- ask questions if all my non-canon characters confuse you! I hope this chapter puts an interesting 'spin' on the story. Let me know what you think! Bye for now, and as always, Happy Reading!

Bill's sudden voice snapped Keira out of a daydream. She ran to the back of the shop from the vehicle designs she'd been working on. The little boy followed close behind. Bill had promised Keira he would run the papers through the computer more thoroughly.

"Did you find something?" she asked, excitedly.

"I sure did! Turns out, it wasn't entirely written in code," Bill replied, "You should'a had me take a look at these in the first place."

"Well what is it?"

"See for yourself, mate."

Bill lugged himself out of the seat, and Keira hopped in, staring intently at the screen. Her eyes went round.

"Holy shit!" she exclaimed.

Bill gaped at her swear.

"It can't be that simple!"

"Wha'? What do ya mean?" Bill came up behind her, gripping the back of the desk chair.

"I know this, Bill!"

"Would you just tell me what's going on?!" he demanded.

"This is a language," Keira blurted excitedly, "The letters are all written in a language called Spanish!"

"Spanish?" Bill frowned, "What's that?"

"It's a very old language; I studied it a little under Father's guidance! It's a very pretty way to speak."

Keira was more than excited now, bouncing around in her chair. The little boy watched on curiously.

"Well, that's all fine and dandy, Luv, but what does this language have to do with-?"

"Errol's been using Spanish to communicate back and forth between the Baron and the Council!!" Keira answered enthusiastically, "No wonder Torn couldn't decipher these papers!"

Bill squinted at the screen, attempting to read some of it.

"What's, 'eel…chick-o'?" he asked.

"No…That's 'el Chico.' It means, the boy," Keira explained, rolling her eyes.

"Must be the poor 'heir' to the city you keep hauling around," Bill mused, straightening up.

Keira swiveled in the chair to face him. "The boy is the heir to the throne. He's got to be. The Baron's arresting random children because of him," she looked down at the child, "He's desperate."

Bill gazed at the computer screen for a moment, biting his lip.

"So, what is Errol trying to tell the Baron about the kid?"

Keira shook her head, scanning for familiar phrases.

"I'll have to type it into a translator…"

"You sure about all this?" Bill questioned, "I mean…it seems a lil' strange to me."

"It's legitimate! I'm one-hundred-percent positive on this. Spanish is similar to the language the Wastelanders use on missions to maintain secrecy."

"Right…that's where the little bastard got it from," Bill huffed.

Keira smiled. "You've gotta give him credit; it's a smart move on his part."

Bill rolled his eyes; Keira sighed. She clicked a few more buttons, then decided it was modern Spanish. Bill left to continue working on the vehicle due for Kras City, while she once again poured over the new information. It would take awhile to translate, but it would be worth it. Keira couldn't wait to show Torn.