As Pento looks around India, he notices may people aren't communicating with him, understandably so.
"Wait, why did we come in, guns blazing and shit? And for who? One guy that we could easily find on foot. Speaking of Mike, where is he?" Pento said.
Sam, with his voice trailing as she leaves the car, says, "Look, I'll check around, maybe we'll find him, because, I'm doing this cat mouse game forever, I want it to end, and it IS going to end."
As Sam enters the country, a couple of officers show up demanding pasports for his entry, to which Sam replied, "Heres my passport, oh, and here's my Visa if you want."
"Wait..." Pento said as he caught up with Sam, "Where did you get a Visa to India? How did I not know about any of this?"
"Relax, Pent. A friend of mine lended me his Visa" Sam says quietly to avoid the officers from hearing him, "Its not like that's illegal, it hey, gotta do what you gotta do to get into a country. Anyway, should we start looking for Mike, I mean, our partner, once again is out and about, funnily enough. And there are too many people here to check up on-" Pento ran to find, a taco stand being carried by Carlos.
"Dude, thats just a taco stand, we got shit to do and money to get, let's go." Sam says as they look towards he nearest house.
"If we gotta start somewhere, we should start by asking the first person we saw on our trip." Sam knocks on their door, as the person walks up to the door, Pento notices he's on the phone.
"Excuse me, can I help you two?" He says.
"Yeah, were looking for a man, he's your average Leonardo DeCaprio kinda guy, he wears a jacket and we felt he's been in the area, have you seen him?" Sam says.
"Well, if you want to know where he is, I guess I can say I saw him... never. Also, who's Neil Degrasse Tyson?" The man says.
"No, we're talking about- *sigh* nevermind. Pento, you try it." Sam insists.
"Sam, why'd you try to compare him to a celebrity? But anyways, here, you recognize this guy, by any chance?" Pento holds up his an image of Mike.
"Oh! You're talking about the Indian Taco Guy!" The man said.
"Yeah, Wait, who?"
"The Indian guy, the one that'd been giving us tacos! If you see him again, tell him his tacos were amazing!" The man said as he closed the door, but Pento catches his finger in the door.
Pento keeps inhaling and exhaling in the process to avoid screaming, knowing he could cause attention.
"Oh, sorry, forgot your hand was in the door." the man said as he releases the door.
Pento sits on a nearby bench, showing his crushed hand to Sam.
"Are...you okay? Your finger is, to be put it in a way, numb."
"Wish I was okay, should we keep asking about for this guy?" Pento asks while dipping his finger in a water container that was lying around.
"Isn't that what we're here for?"
"Yeah, kinda."
"I'll go ask around, you just sit here and wait till your fingers' okay, okay?" Sam asks.
Sam knocks on door after door, with many of the results being that they've seen Mike as a Taco salesman, They saw him, but didn't know who he was and had no relation to tacos, or they didn't see him entirely and that was that. Getting all the information he needed, he went back to Pento, "Okay, so I got some results, had to place them on a chart just for the information to make sense. So, I showed off an image of pento, asking if anyone knew where he was, many of the responses I got weren't may big or in any way, expected results."
Sam shows off the chart, which Pento was a little surprised, but not enough to convince him that these results weren't that big.
"So, that brings the question, was Mike a taco salesman at one point, did you check every house to make sure everyone got a say?" Pento asked.
"Well, all except the house with a-" Sam said but then thought, "The Man an the taco stand, Mike and the taco stand..."
"It's that house." Sam said.
"Come Again?"
"It's the house with the goddamn taco stand, y'hear?" Sam said.
"nice. Anyway, let's check it out." Pento said as he got up from the bench and walked to the door.
Sam knocked on the door, but there was no response.
"Think there could be a trap here. But then again who leaves a trap in a place like this, in broad daylight." Sam said.
Pento looked through the window, to see a shotgun in Carlos's hands.
"That's a trap, Sam, get out of the way."
"What? Oh, okay." Sam got on the left side of the house. Sam slid a tear gas on the house's floor and went in. Subduing the person inside.
"Did that get any attention?" Pento turned around, to see no one looking at them.
"Somehow nobody sees this... Guess we should interrogate this guy." Sam said.
"By the way, does this place have any basement? Might keeps us safe from being seen." Pento says as he fumbles around with doors, eventually finding a door, and opening it, revealing a basement that houses the taco stand.
They proceed into the basemant with caution.