12-29-2020, 09:46 PM
"The fuck is this? Middle of nowhere." driver says examining the scene.
"Must be further down." Delia replies looking at the narrow dirt road to their right.
Driver pushes down on the gas and they make dust. After several minutes they come to a set of electronic
gates belonging to an impressive eight foot stone wall. Driver stops roughly twenty yards away.
"I think we're here." he says.
They sit staring for a moment when those gates begin to open. Delia looks over to driver.
"You think that's for us?" she asks with a devilish grin.
Everyone gets out and goes around back. Driver opens the doors and their captive rolls forward, leans
out and pukes. They all take a step back.
"It was a bumpy ride." Delia says smiling at driver.
"Arriba y afuera!" Driver barks, lifting the man by his right arm.
He gets him stable on his feet and removes his bindings.
"Si corre disparale en el culo!" Driver says to Delia.
She looks at him confused. He smiles.
"That was for him."
Delia pulls her gun and watches the prisoner while the others gather their weapons. Driver walks back
with a mine detector in his hand. Delia's eyes are on it.
"What's that?" she asks.
"Hopefully unnecessary." he returns.
He grabs the man by his collar and walks him towards the open gates. The others follow and they all stand
a safe distance from the entrance.
"Recto por el medio." Driver said standing beside him.
The man looked up with panic, shaking his head no.
"Arrastra los pies, deja un rastro." he continued.
"Vete a la mierda!" the man replied.
Driver pulled his gun and buried it into the man's temple.
"Tal vez vayamos a buscar a tu familia?" he said, losing patience.
The man stood saying nothing. Delia batted a glance between them.
"The Hell are you doing?" she questioned.
"Fire with fire." he shot back.
Shoving the man forward, he reluctantly walks through the gates. As demanded, he drags his feet.
Driver takes a few steps back and motions for the others to do the same. No more than a dozen or so
paces in, the captive steps down and hears a click. Activated. Driver's landmine assumption paid off.
Sanchez loomed over the dying man; just a boy no more than twenty. Reaching down, he soaks his hands
in the pool of blood and smears his face like a warrior applying paint for battle. He stands looking down at
the armless boy with an almost lustful desire.
"Tequila para todos!" he turned and shouted. His madness unmatched.
The sound of explosions alert the unhinged host.
"Our guests of honor." he says quietly to himself.
"Must be further down." Delia replies looking at the narrow dirt road to their right.
Driver pushes down on the gas and they make dust. After several minutes they come to a set of electronic
gates belonging to an impressive eight foot stone wall. Driver stops roughly twenty yards away.
"I think we're here." he says.
They sit staring for a moment when those gates begin to open. Delia looks over to driver.
"You think that's for us?" she asks with a devilish grin.
Everyone gets out and goes around back. Driver opens the doors and their captive rolls forward, leans
out and pukes. They all take a step back.
"It was a bumpy ride." Delia says smiling at driver.
"Arriba y afuera!" Driver barks, lifting the man by his right arm.
He gets him stable on his feet and removes his bindings.
"Si corre disparale en el culo!" Driver says to Delia.
She looks at him confused. He smiles.
"That was for him."
Delia pulls her gun and watches the prisoner while the others gather their weapons. Driver walks back
with a mine detector in his hand. Delia's eyes are on it.
"What's that?" she asks.
"Hopefully unnecessary." he returns.
He grabs the man by his collar and walks him towards the open gates. The others follow and they all stand
a safe distance from the entrance.
"Recto por el medio." Driver said standing beside him.
The man looked up with panic, shaking his head no.
"Arrastra los pies, deja un rastro." he continued.
"Vete a la mierda!" the man replied.
Driver pulled his gun and buried it into the man's temple.
"Tal vez vayamos a buscar a tu familia?" he said, losing patience.
The man stood saying nothing. Delia batted a glance between them.
"The Hell are you doing?" she questioned.
"Fire with fire." he shot back.
Shoving the man forward, he reluctantly walks through the gates. As demanded, he drags his feet.
Driver takes a few steps back and motions for the others to do the same. No more than a dozen or so
paces in, the captive steps down and hears a click. Activated. Driver's landmine assumption paid off.
Sanchez loomed over the dying man; just a boy no more than twenty. Reaching down, he soaks his hands
in the pool of blood and smears his face like a warrior applying paint for battle. He stands looking down at
the armless boy with an almost lustful desire.
"Tequila para todos!" he turned and shouted. His madness unmatched.
The sound of explosions alert the unhinged host.
"Our guests of honor." he says quietly to himself.
