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It's been a miserable few days and that's an understatement. Worse than that, it's been boring. He doesn't know whether they've lost the Americans or if they've just missed them by chance but there hasn't been a single attack since that first night. The jungle is disgustingly hot and just when it almost becomes unbearable, it starts to rain and keeps going for hours - which makes the place hot and wet. The heat never eases; it's exactly like walking through a sauna set to maximum heat. And the terrain makes things worse, if that's possible. It's slow going while half of them hack the foliage away and the rest of them struggle over rocks and crevices and through mud and scrub and tree stumps. The insects are constantly attacking them and there are any number of deadly species around here - he's also noticed jaguar tracks in places (the only tracks he can identify, for obvious reasons) and the mosquitos are starting to drive him insane.

Ramon is sick to fucking death of military rations, being sticky and filthy and bored. But these aren't the only problems he's noticing. Every night when they make camp, the men in his crew are quite obviously becoming more relaxed with the situation - the less danger the Americans seem to pose, the more they start not being afraid and their thoughts are turning to matters closer to home. Namely, the foreigners in their midst.

He's caught all of them, save Esteban, staring at Mary Anne in ways he imagines she probably doesn't like - the expressions range from lustful to mutinous depending on whether she's telling them what to do or doing something less intrusive, like coming back from changing clothes or cleaning up or anything similar. He's sure she's noticed herself so hasn't said anything since his original warning but it seems clear that things are going to come to a head at some point.

With Roxas, it's more like hate. He's not around so often and they don't know where he goes or what he's doing there. The kid is so impervious to anything around him and can't really be passed off as human by any stretch of anyone's imagination. The heat doesn't affect him, he doesn't sleep or eat or get uncomfortable in the conditions. He's also dressed differently and is impossible to insult. Ramon can virtually see their fists itching whenever the guy comes into camp but he doesn't know if it's registered with Roxas at all.

He doesn't do anything. He brought those two because they know how to handle themselves, not because he wanted to babysit. And because he's tired and in a bad mood, he doesn't think anything of leaving camp at night when he wants to think things over without being surrounded by people. Tonight, he takes Esteban with him because they have things to talk about.

Perhaps, in hindsight, this isn't a good idea. After all, they need some people left to carry the stuff.
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Place holder for the first night camp set up. Will fill it in when we finish the last thread so any pertinent details are not missed out.
latino_menace: (You Have My Attention. For Now.)

Ramon and Mary Anne have sorted out a cover story for why she's there and where she came from. harder, given that he's so obviously not...normal. For the moment, Ramon has decided to go with, once the inevitable questions come from his men, 'mind your own business.' It's always worked in the past and he can't imagine they'll suddenly have become less afraid of him. Esteban might be more of a problem but fuck it, he can't put this off any longer.

As soon as the trio exit Milliways, they're thrust right back into a hive of activity. Six men surround them, all heavily armed. He gave Roxas and Mary Anne a P90 each before they left the bar so at least they fit in in that regard. Everyone's running for the door of the run-down saloon, getting stared at by the few other patrons. Outside, there are shouts of 'vamonos, vamonos!' from the remaining two men in his guard - and clearly, in the sky, the sound of a whole bunch of choppers bearing down fast. On the single road into town, dozens of lights can be seen - military vechicles, all of them. Ramon swears under his breath and heads for the nearest Range Rover.

'Get in,' he says, shortly, to Mary Anne and Roxas. He completely ignores the bewildered looks from his cousin and the others until the two of them are in the car, then he turns to one of the men who is loading things frantically into the trunk.

'Give me that case you took from me.'

The man hesitates - it's already packed - but a look from his boss silences his objection and he digs it out again. Ramon takes it and gets into the vehicle, banging the back of the headrest in front of him.

'Lets get out of here then.'

The engine guns and they turn in the road, heading for the track that takes them into the wall of trees that loom ominously in front of them. It's pitch black in there and once more, he's reminded of how much he really doesn't want to be here.
latino_menace: (Heh)

Room 19 has changed slightly. Very slightly. Random's things - once left lying around wherever the man had dropped them - are now neatly on top of a chest of drawers. The space that had been taken up with his stuff on the dresser is now acting as a sort of bar, with about seven different bottles of alcohol, a few mixers and glasses, and quite a lot of coke.

He lets Mary Anne go when they're inside and heads for the booze, ignoring the drugs. Two straight tequilas are poured and he holds one out to her.

'Hydration is good for you, I'm told. Wouldn't want you flagging.'

latino_menace: (Ready to Kill)

He knew that when he left the bar, there'd be no space to get used to being back again. He's literally walked through one door and out another, into the darkness of a Mexican night in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by people. It takes a great effort not to look behind him, back into the barn where his brother's corpse lies. He knows it'd be the last look he ever got at Hector but he resists the urge, just stalks straight to the waiting SUV, rubbing a hand down his jaw as he tries to predict how this is going to go. He wants to focus but...shit, he's home. Or as near as. Less than an hour and this'll be over.

Bauer gets into the car behind him. He ignores him, but it's hard not to say anything and even harder not to just take his gun and shoot him in the face right now. But there's no point taking the risk when he still might need him before this deal is he does nothing as the car pulls away, just wonders whether Mary Anne is in place and hopes this all ends the way it should, rather than the way he was once told it will.
latino_menace: (Businessman)

Since his last conversation with Mary Anne, something has changed. It's like...admitting he wanted to go home made it impossible to think of anything else. He's been running over everything he knows in his head, planning strategies (not just for the deal but for after, when he's won), escape routes, ways to kill Jack, what to do with the virus, ways to kill Jack, what it'll be like being home, ways to kill Jack.

There comes a point though, when you can't look at maps any more, or argue with yourself about how things will go. Waiting sucks but he has no choice for the next few days; he can, however, finalise things with Mary Anne.

Which is why he left a note at the bar, asking her to come up, and why he's waiting for her now.


Dec. 5th, 2008 10:19 pm
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His obligations, for the time being, are over. He can do whatever he wants. So he just drives for a bit, away from built up areas. Really, he's not bothered what comes next which is why he turns to Mary Anne and says,

'Where to then?'
latino_menace: (Reclining)

It's mid-morning when they finally make it back. They're filthy and pissed off and obviously haven't enjoyed their 'orienteering exercise'. But more than that, they seem determined...well, Rafael does anyway. Raul just looks resigned. He still follows his older brother though, as they avoid the front door and instead head for the back, where the guns are kept.

* * *

Normally, he'd have been awake about four hours by mid-morning. This weekend though, lying in bed has become appealing. Not just for the obvious reasons but also because sleeping has turned out to be a really nice thing. Which is what he's doing, one arm casually hung over Mary Anne's waist, as the bedroom door edges open, pushed by the barrel of a shotgun.

One thing Rafael seems to be naturally good at is stealth. He makes virtually no noise as he crosses the room, holding the gun steady in two hands, just like he was shown.
latino_menace: (Reclining)

It is unbelievably nice not to have them around. He'd forgotten how much work kids take. Not having them here, if only for a couple of days, feels like getting out of prison. He should know.

His internal euphoria takes an uneasy edge when he thinks about Mary Anne. At some point, he thinks, they'll have to have a conversation. But there's no rush; he's in no hurry to get back to the Bar. So for now he just bounces in through the door, gets dinner (bag of chips and a beer), takes a shower and flakes out in front of a movie. He figures she should be back soon...but that doesn't stop him falling asleep.

...what? The movie's in French, he can't be expected to stay interested in it.
latino_menace: (WatchingYou)

He wakes early. He's disorientated at first when he finds his arm round a warm body but it doesn't take long for it to all come flooding back. When he does, he finds he doesn't mind the idea of it at all. Yes, it's weird but that doesn't always mean bad.

She looks different when she sleeps. Like her age, not someone who has been through a war and all sorts of other shit. He doesn't want to wake her so he just lies there with her, watching her face.
latino_menace: (Reclining)

Ramon is quiet when he walks into the house. He feels like he's done something wrong, even though he technically hasn't. Not wrong in that he toyed with Mary Anne a bit to get her to tell the truth for once - wrong because the conversation happened at all. Knowing how hurt Random was after he'd kissed her, it feels slightly off for him to talk to her about the situation. Almost as if he's been unfaithful, somehow, especially given that she showed him what might have been.

But he hasn't, and wouldn't - but he still feels the need to tell Random what happened. In a minute though. Right now, he's just leaning his back against the front door and pausing to try and get some of the tension out of him. He has a vague notion that something might just snap if the day carries on like this.
latino_menace: (Attention. You have mine. For now)

From here...

Ramon feels just a little light-headed as he opens the door to the house in Portugal. Probably just his body getting used to having blood again after losing a few pints. Or maybe it's just shock...but it doesn't matter, because the only thing he wants now is a drink, regardless of whether he should or not.

And one other thing. There's something he needs to see, though he'll never admit it. It can wait a few minutes anyway because he needs to get the blood off his hands first...and he's pretty sure that Mary Anne wouldn't mind a drink either.

'Still like tequila?'


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