A few hours later, La Chèvre and El Topo were a good distance away from VILE Island. And they wanted to know where the hell they were.
La Chèvre then saw that there was a harbor about ten or so miles away from them. He pointed his index finger out.
"There, mon ami!"
El Topo saw the land and smiled. Steering the wheel as the boat headed to its destination.
"This'll be a good place to lay low for a while." El Topo said, as they got closer and closer.
La Chèvre nodded, as El Topo stopped the boat at a nearby dock.
A sailor who was currently at the same dock as them walked over to the duo. Suspicious of where they came from and who they are since they don't look Middle Eastern at all.
"من أنت؟ ما هو عملك هنا؟ [Hey! Who are you? What is your business here?]" The sailor asked them, frowning at the goat and mole-themed men.
El Topo cleared his throat. "Do you speak English?"
The sailor was confused for a moment before then understanding that these people do not speak Arabic.
"Sorry about that. I asked-who are you and what is your business here?" The sailor said.
El Topo and La Chèvre exchanged a brief look, before turning back to the sailor.
"We sort of..randomly ended up here. Where are we anyway?" El Topo replied, scratching the back of his head.
It wasn't entirely a lie. They really didn't know where in the world they were. Did Carmen have the same problem when she escaped the island? Well, when it comes to speaking languages, she probably didn't. But did she have trouble coming up with a cover story?
The sailor sighed. "You are in Syria. The Middle East." He said, while holding out his hand.
"I'm Sailor Cid Asfour. Who are you two?" Cid said, awaiting one of them to shake his hand.
El Topo was the one who did. Gently reaching out and doing so.
"Antonio Pena. And this is my boyfriend..uhh.." El Topo paused when he remembered he didn't know La Chèvre's last name.
"Jean-Paul Chevrolet." La Chèvre took over.
Cid smiled. "Ah, so you're a..goat farmer?"
La Chèvre paused for a moment, now realizing what he had just said his last name was. But he brushed it off and gave Cid a kind smile.
"Oui." La Chèvre said, noticing that El Topo was trying very hard to not burst out laughing. Honestly, he couldn't blame El Topo. It was a funny last name, after all.
"And..do you know any hotels we could stay at? Just for a couple of nights would be fine with us." El Topo said, detaching his hand from Cid's politely.
Cid nodded. "There are a few around here. Just take a right and one of them should be on your left!" He said, pointing out his instructions with his index finger.
El Topo smiled. "Thank you!" He said, as he and La Chèvre walked off.
Once El Topo and La Chèvre were out of sight, Cid glared at their backs. Taking out his VILE communicator.
"Professor Maelstrom, La Chèvre and El Topo are in Syria at the moment. Should I attack?"
"No." Maelstrom said. "We'll send reinforcements to your location. Then you can attack."
Cid smirked. "Understood."
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"Mon ami, did something about that man seem..strange to you?" La Chèvre asked, as he and El Topo both settled down into their beds.
El Topo shook his head. "No, mi amigo. He was just a sailor." He said, shrugging.
La Chèvre grunted. "I highly doubt that there isn't more to him than it looks like. Something about him just..gives me mixed feelings."
El Topo frowned. "Do you think he could be with VILE?" He asked, knowing what La Chèvre was thinking.
Worst case scenario is that Cid is a VILE operative and that he was instructed to lure them in. But..they don't know yet.
La Chèvre nodded. "It is possible. VILE is an international league of criminals."
"Which means they may know we're here." El Topo finished.
La Chèvre's eyes widened. "Wait, what happened to Tigress? She let us escape!"
El Topo gasped. "Do you think they..?"
La Chèvre nodded. "Yes, I think they did." He said, looking down at the bedsheets.
"Sheena's memory was wiped."