Part Three

The woman waded through some bushes and made it to a mud road, and saw a small white car swerving down it. She stopped the car and held out a badge, showing she was with the law.
Hilde's eyes widened as she saw the badge, and cursed when the woman got into the car. She held her hand to the side of her face to hide, a cigarette in it.
The woman looked over at Hilde as they drove down the road.
"Don't I know you?" she asked, and Hilde bit her lip.
"No comprendo,"she tried.
"You are American," the woman observed, and Hilde was close to crying in frustration.
"Uh, Americanos, er uh, spito on themo, spita, yeah, hato Americanos, scumo, scum!"she rambled, and the woman looked at her.
"Vous Francais," the woman replied. [You must be French]
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The boy tossed out items from the car, discarding different magazines and pictures, until he found a framed picture of a beautiful white yacht sailing in the sunset. He pulled it from the broken frame and sighed.
"Looks like we'll have to wait a little longer,"he said to himself, and folded the picture, putting it into his pocket.
"Excuse me,"Quatre walked over to the boy,"Do you know how to get to a telephone?"
The boy looked over at the blond before putting on his backpack.
"No little one, I don't," he said, and Quatre frowned.
"But it's really important that I get to one,"Quatre sighed.
"Well, we all have our problems today don't we?"
"Do you know where the nearest city is?" he tried again, and the boy laughed.
"How about Miami?"
"Will there be another bus?"
"This is it, you've got rush hour,"the boy shrugged, and put his gun back to it's spot on the backpack.
"I've..I've got to get to Cartagena," Quatre rubbed his temples in frustration, and the brunette looked at him shocked.
"Cartagena? Angel you are hell and gone from Cartagena. It's all the way on the coast."
"But I was told that--"
"Who told you that?"
Quatre hesitated.
"That woman that..."
"That nice woman who pulled the gun on you,"the boy looked at him,"what else did she tell you?"
"Please, I need your help."
"That's my new day job."
"If I don't get to Cartagena--"
"Angel, angel. Half a year's work just flew south for the winter. My jeep is totaled, and,"he looked up at the thundering sky,"In about five minutes everything I own is going to be soaked so could you lighten up please? I really don't have time."
"I'll pay you," Quatre pleaded, and the boy looked at him,"You don't understand this is a matter of life and death if I don't get to--"
"How much?"
Quatre blinked.
"Uhh, fifty dollars?"
The boy looked at him in disbelief, before laughing and turning to start walking.
"What? You just said you lost everything you owned..."
"Not my sense of humor!"
Quatre dragged his suitcase along as he desperately offered the boy,"One hundred dollars. Two hundred dollars!"
The boy stopped, and turned around.
"I'll do it," he said,"for five."
" What? I'll pay you two hundred and fifty dollars,"Quatre frowned, and the boy walked closer to him.
"Now I ain't cheap, but I can be had. My limit for taking a stranded boy to a telephone is four hundred," the boy said.
"Will you take three seventy-five in traveler checks?"
"American Express?"
"Of course!"
"You've got a deal," the green eyed boy shrugged, and Quatre smiled. He then started walking, and looked back at the brunette expectantly. The boy picked up his suitcase and Quatre smiled more, until the boy dropped it as his feet and kept walking forward.
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Hilde clumsily sped down the muddy road, stopping at the facility the woman had directed her to. A few cops stood at attention there, and glared at her. The German put a hand over her face to hide it, in a last ditch effort.
The woman got out of the car, and all the cops gasped.
"Seniora Midii!" they all saluted, and then Midii smiled.
Hilde saw he say something in spanish, and the men scarmble back into the building, and she could only guess it was something horrible.

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Quatre dragged his suitcase through the rain, cursing when it hit a mud puddle and splashed onto his shoes. The other boy was quite ahead of him. He cursed more when his suitcase got suck on a rock.
The boy reached the end of the road, a slope the only way to go. The slope was covered in trees and mud covered the whole ground, so he figured it would take a while to get down. He turned to see the blond still struggling with his suitcase.
"Got any valuables in that thing?" he asked, smiling slightly as the boy stumbled.
"No...yes! All my clothes!" Quatre yelled, trying to make it so the other could hear him over the rain.
"Got an umbrella?" the brunette asked, smiling more.
"No.."Quatre sighed, finally reaching the slope too.
"Do you have a decent pair of walking shoes?"he asked, indicating the stiff
saddle-like shoes Quatre was wearing. The blond shook his head. The green eyed boy then picked up the heavy suitcase, and Quatre smiled at him. The boy smiled back, before hurling the suitcase off into the distance. Quatre stared in disbelief, before glaring at the boy, and feeling an urge to strangle him.
"Alright,"the brunette said cheerfully,"let's make time!"
Quatre glared even more at him.
"You bas--"Quatre yelped as the ground under him crumbled and he fell backwords, going down a mud slide.
"Shit,"the boy cursed, before the ground crumbled under him, and he gave a small cry of surprise before sliding down in the mud too.
Quatre tried to cover his face from the mud, but it splashed over him and seeped through his fingers, getting all over him. He continued to slide down, arms waving around to try and catch something. Suddenly the slide ended on a small cliff-like edge, and he fell into a pond-completely made of mud. He landed backwords, and spit out some mud that had gotten into his mouth. The blond was facing the cliff, and gasped when he saw the other boy fly off of the edge, and fall too-his face landing right between Quatre's legs.
The boy raised his face up, seeing Quatre's bent knees on either side of him. He smirked and started snickering. He then raised himself up so he was kneeling before Quatre.
"God damn it! What a ride! This is turning out to be one hell of a morning! You ok?" he asked, laughing while brushing some mud from his face. Quatre looked at his ripped and mud covered clothes, making incoherent sounds.
"I said are you hurt?" the boy asked again, but Quatre didn't reply,"What are you paralyzed from the neck up or something? Are you hurt?"
Quatre looked at him, before shaking his head,"N-No..."
The boy then helped Quatre up, and wiped some mud off from the blond's cherib face.
"What's your name?" he asked.
"Q-Quatre W-W-Winner,"the boy studdered, still having a hard time standing. He grasped both of the other's arm to stay upright. The boy had his hands on Quatre's waist to keep him sturdy, and smiled slightly.
"Quatre Winner?" he asked, and when the boy nodded, he continued,"Welcome to Columbia!"

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