>I nervously tap my hands on the steering wheel. The Rexican saurian leaning over and tilting his head at me, peering. I can still make out the dregs of conversation Rosa's having right outside the car, passenger side.
>Not just a few minutes ago and we were happily driving down the road making our way to our usual little hotel but no. One wrong turn because Gruugle said there was a 5 star little breakfast spot and now we've got a bunch of thugs patting us down making sure we're not feds.
>I sigh and glance down to the clock, still just before 11. Movement from my left draws my attention again.
>I look over to see the guy now gesturing for me to open the door. I swallow and do as told. He's the one with the gun here, after all.
>I stand out and he leads me around the front to join with Rosa. She's pinching the bridge of her snout.
>"Angel?"
>"They're saying we're alright but need to wait until the boss comes around just to check." She exasperatedly sighs.
>One of the men speaks, "Vamos." and motions for us to follow him. I sweat profusely and pray internally.
>It's not a long walk but we're led to a backroom of some establishment. Seems to be a restaurant. Through the back door we're planted down into what I can only call the dingiest man-cave I've ever seen.
>We're let down onto a ratty couch while some soccer, er, futbol rerun is on. Rosa's folded her arms and is angrily tapping a claw.
>"Angel it'll be okay." I do my best to assert my manliness.
>"If those hijo de putas know what's good for them we'll be out soon. When papa hears about this..." She just about spits the words out and I simply clasp my hands into my lap. Those connections must run deep.
>Rosa at least scoots over and pulls me in and rests her head against me.
>I put on my toughest demeanor and run some combat scenarios through my head. It's completely worthless, I'm sure, but it at least kills the time.
cont.