He heard footsteps. They both stopped what they were doing immediately and listened to the approaching who. They came closer and closer to the vehicle and then they saw their feet. There were three pairs of legs walking towards them and were approaching very fast. They stopped outside the car and began talking in Spanish and Lance was lost in words. He couldn't place a dime about what they were saying except the insult word puta. He thought they were robbers on a mission to get something from him, as they deciphered he was a tourist. Then, Emilio's door was yanked opened and he was pulled outside the vehicle in much haste. He groaned in pain when two pairs of hands held him by his neck and pulled him out of the vehicle. Watching from the opened driver's door, Lance saw him being placed on the ground beside some pairs of legs whose feet had a nice pair of shoes on.
Then someone approached the vehicle once again as he saw, and when he saw the head leaning inside the car, Lance froze. His eyes dilated and opened to their maximum.
"There he is!" Muttered happily the fat face with black hair that was looking back at him. He entered half his body in and caught Lance by his collar. Like a crocodile holding onto an unwary wildebeest, the man pulled Lance outside the car and slowly dragged him to the two pairs of legs that were standing next to Emilio. He was dropped down like a carcass before the feet in the nice shoes and he bit his lip in bad awe at the sudden splat. His muscles betrayed him, now more than ever when he needed them most. His joints were aching and his ribs were in pain after the several rolls in the car. There were multiple cuts on his arms and torso, and all the blood there would prove it. He couldn't believe that he was still alive. As he breathed in the grass scent, he felt his muscles trying to kickback. He opted that he would get enough strength back so that he could escape these pair of legs and the fat face.
The pair of legs in nice shoes pushed him away and he rolled over so that he was resting on his back, chest up. He breathed heavily as he looked at the owner of the pair of legs.
"Lance Harper!" The man said, an evil grin on his face. "There's the mad scientist friends." He said as he pointed at him. Lance closed his eyes and sighed. Emilio, who was beside him, coughed out blood, as he struggled to hold onto dear life. There was a shard hanging from the left side of his chest.
"Tell me, Lance. Do you remember me?" The man asked in his Mexican accent. He was also a Mexican with broad shoulders like that of Myles Slaughter who had joined the army after his graduation. His chin was round and angular and his muscular jaw marked its presence on his face. His eyes were well-drawn to him, bringing thy brows along.
"Yes, yes I do… Ferrero. I do remember." Lance answered hissing in pain and agony. He tried to sit up straight but couldn't go as far as raising his head. The man stepped on his chest and pinned the blonde guy to the ground.
"Good. Now you'll sit there, I guess in this case its lie… like a dog and listen to what I have to say."
"Oka… okay," Lance groaned struggling to breathe, "I can't breathe… I can't breathe Ferrero."
The guy removed his foot from Lance's chest and the younger lad went gasping for air immediately. He coughed and coughed.
"So Lance, where is it?" Ferrero asked.
"I don't understand what you're saying," Lance muttered.
"Hmm… you think is a joke man? You think I'm joking right now. Is that it man?"
Emilio looked over from his injured eyes, struggling to land an eye on the two. The other two plump men were standing behind him as they watched Ferrero converse with Lance. He sensed that Lance knew these men, but how and from where he had no idea.
"No, Ferrero," Lance muttered later on. "Otherwise we would all be laughing now." Ferrero immediately kicked him in his stomach twice and the latter groaned in consequence. Lance held onto his stomach, cursing and turning.
"Is that funny now?" He asked gritting his white teeth. The words came out, but his teeth didn't part. "Is that funny Harper?" Lance could not afford to talk back now, as blood stained his mouth. He coughed it in response and groaned further.
"Where's the second part, Lance? Where is it? Huh?" Ferrero asked once again.
"I don't have it…"Lance mumbled.
"Ole Rio, give me the gun." Ferrero spoke up, stretching his hand to grab the Kahr Arms pistol the fat-faced man was handing out to him. "For your information Lance, I have a lot of things to do… so the faster we settle this the better." He turned the safety off and held onto its trigger. "Where's the second part? Where is it?"
Lance struggled to speak. "I… do no not… have it, Ferrero."
"WILL YOU STOP FUCKING LYING?" The man roared as he pointed the gun at him. "You made a deal with the doctor. You had the first part of the chip, and he had the second. He gave you his part and now that he wants your part you want to turn on him?"
"I messed up, I don't have it… I swear Ferrero, it got damaged."
"I'm going to shoot you if you continue lying," Ferrero grunted, gun still pointed at Lance. "You called him, told him you tried the chip on some guy and it worked. And that the guy was caught and went to prison. So don't lie. Where is it? Where's the remaining part? Your part? You know you couldn't have done this without the doctor right? As intelligent as you are in science you wouldn't have achieved it alone. Give him your share as he did with his."
"I can't. The chip blew up, it got damaged. I swear I don't have it."