Part Two

Quatre exited the plane and looked around the run down airport, everyone talking in another language. He walked pass a girl with a squealing pig, pass a group of men fighting, pass a couple of cops going after the fighting men, and finally made it to the bus ramp.
Hilde got out of her small car, cigarette in mouth, with one of Quatre's books in hand. She glanced at the picture once more before looking around to see if he was there.
Hilde walked over to a man there and asked him,"Has the plane from New York arrived?"
When he gave her a weird look, she rolled her eyes.
"The aireo arebro?" she tried,"plano New Yorko?"
"No comprende!" the man replied, and she rolled her eyes again. Quatre walked behind her as the German continued to try to get information from the man, while he only blinked.
Quatre stumbled through the crowd and made it to one of the bus drivers.
"Excuse me, is this the bus to Cartagena?" he asked the man.
"Que?" the man replied, and the blond pulled out his translations book.
"Um...Este el autoboose...ah--"
"Cartagena," a voice finished, and he turned to see a woman with blonde hair smiling at him.
"Oh, oh you speak english! Um, could you please tell me if this is the bus to Cartagena?"
The woman glanced up at the sign that told them where it was headed, and it read Cartagena. The men in charge turned it over to show the new destination, Castillo De.
"Yes, Cartagena," she nodded, and Quatre smiled. The boy shuffled around in his backpack, pulling out a bus ticket. The woman leaned over his shoulder slightly when she spotted the map. Quatre picked up his suitcase to put on top of the bus, but the woman politely took it from the blond and offered to put it up for him.
"Oh, thankyou so much!" he smiled more and got onto the bus. The woman shoved the suitcase up with the others and smirked.
Hilde got onto a bus but saw no Quatre, so she jumped off and walked further down. She was walking pass a blond who was putting the bus window up and froze, looking down at the book to see the same boy. The bus started pulling away and she jumped onto a crate to try and get his attention.
"Mr. Winner!" she yelled, but the bus continued on. She jumped down and ran to her car," He got on the wrong bus. This is terrible."
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A sharp bump woke Quatre up, and he looked around him, seeing most of the others on the bus asleep. He looked at his fog covered window and rubbed it, but the fog stayed. He then pulled it down and glanced out.
He frowned when they passed by a tree with some monkey climbing around on it. A lush forest stretched up a mountain who's top was hidden in the clouds. The sky was it's normal beautiful blue, long white fluffy clouds floating around. Quatre felt out of place here, and looked back at the man sitting next to him.
"Excuse me..."he said to the man, but he was deep asleep. Quatre stood up and scooted past him, shouldering his backpack. He walked down the aisle, and tripped on a small brown pig. He grabbed onto the seat for balance, and looked apologetically at the woman who owned it.
"Sorry," he apologized before walking forward.
"Stupido,"the woman growled before patting her pig.
The woman in all black watched Quatre curiously, sitting in her seat at the back calmly, lighting a cigar and opening a newspaper.
Quatre sat in the seat behind the driver, and poked him gently.
"Excuse me, but how longer until we get to Cartagena?"
"Que?" the man asked, looking back at him.
"I need to get to Cartagena."
"Que?"
"Cartage--AHHHHH!!!!" Quatre screamed, and suddenly the bus collided into a parked jeep.
The woman in black fell forward and her cigar landed infront of her, a pig falling on her head. The people filed out of the car, with Quatre finally standing up and straightening himself. He grabbed his backpack and stumbled out of the bus.
The jeep was now in a diagonal angle, the bus propping up the front of the moss green car. Wooden cages that used to hold exotic birds in them were busted open and the people from the bus were taking the birds with them.
Quatre searched around until he finally found his suitcase, and picked it up, attempting to carry the heavy luggage while following the others.
The woman walked out of the bus, lighting another cigar. She watched as Quatre picked up his luggage and started to follow them.
"You don't have to walk,"the woman said to him, and he stopped.
"I don't?"
"No, another bus will come."
"Really? Another bus?" Quatre looked at the others, wondering why they were leaving.
"They are peasants. They know nothing,"the woman assured him.
"So, there will be another bus?" Quatre asked again.
"Yes, there are schedules to be maintained, even in Columbia," she smiled, and he smiled back. He then put down his suitcase, put his coat on top of it, and sat on top of them.
The woman watched as the others walked away, and when they were out of sight, she nodded to herself.
Quatre was sitting calmly on his suitcase, when the woman walked around the bus again. Suddenly, she pulled out a hand gun and pointed it at him.
"What?" Quatre almost fell over, and hugged his backpack closer.
"The purse thing,"the woman pointed to his backpack,"La volcha!"
Quatre was about to try and talk this out when a whistling could be heard. A form could be seen walking along a hill near them, trees and bushes covering their appearance. The whistling stopped when the person saw them.
"Ato!" the woman called out, and the person stood still. She fired her gun, and it hit a sack they had, water spilling from it. The person held the bag out to their side to show it was harmless. They then swiftly pulled out their gun and shot at the woman, who narrowly missed it. Quatre jumped and looked around him desperately, before crawling under the bus and scooting behind the tire so it hid him.
The woman shot at the person from a spot behind the bus, and the person shot back at her. She ran into the bus through the back and the person shot out every window before the woman jumped out through the front. The person ran down the hill and fired more, and the woman ran down the path the others had walked down before. The person almost shot the woman but decided against it, and lowered their gun. Quatre was shaking, and curled up in defense.
He could see the person's pants and shoes as he walked by him, and he saw the person walk over to the jeep.
"What the hell?" Quatre heard the person say, and knew then it was a boy,"Jesus Christ...WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED TO MY BIRDS?"
The boy ran over to the path the woman had run down moments ago and fired more shots. Quatre curled up more and wished he could disappear. The boy walked over to the jeep again and kicked one of the broken cages. Quatre then saw him move back down the side of the bus, and stop infront of his hiding place.
The boy then kneeled down and looked at Quatre. The blond could only stare at the boy in awe. A curtain of chestnut brown hair fell over one side of his face, and the side that was visible was beautiful. One green eye that was a color ten times more beautiful that any emerald was visible on his tanned face. He was wearing a navy blue short sleeved shirt, a brown vest with numerous pockets on it, khaki pants, and brown boots. He had a backpack with God knows what in it and a machete tied to his side. His gun was still in hand.
"Hi,"he said unhappily, and Quatre could only stare.
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