n view of the time they arrive at the parral commune, they choose to have lunch in a local restaurant, with the striking appearance of Eusebio it is impossible to go unnoticed inside the restaurant, the looks of the few customers express fear towards the creature that has just ended. upon entering, the owner of the place anticipates receiving them.
— Dear — he looks at his restless clients— How can I help you?
Samuel rests his hand on the human's shoulder, he can see that he is trembling— Well, I would like to have lunch with one of your clients.
Eusebio notices that the owner pales when he has the Supplicium's hand on him, he takes it upon himself to shake it off— Don't make that kind of joke —when you look the owner in the eye, you notice that he picks it up — he doesn't have to fear, we are customers like the rest.
Again he looks at the local people, they have all stopped eating being dominated by the concern of what is about to happen, after a long silence the owner realizes that he still does not respond, he only looks at the feet of his two new guests— They can come to sit, in a moment they will attend to them.
Samuel seems to be enjoying all this tension, we sit in the farthest part of the restaurant, despite the fact that we highlight what I least want is to create problems.
— Was it necessary to intimidate him?
He rolls his eyes to show that he is bothered by my comment— You worry too much, it's not all about business, you should also have a little fun.
— We are the face of this nation and the representatives of the animanos, we cannot allow some kind of misunderstanding about us to be generated.
Samuel makes no effort to hide his boredom— No matter what we do, someone is going to be upset or offended.
— Forget it —I pass my hand over my forehead, I begin to understand why the others do not make an effort to argue with him— it would be better to find a place to stay until the time for negotiation arrives.
Samuel snaps his fingers with his outstretched arm so that one of the waiters pays attention to him and can ask for his order— It's not necessary, I'll go with you to investigate —it's clear that the waiters are ignoring us— if they don't come soon I'll take one of them and I'll bring it here.
— Why are you going to accompany me? —My body almost rises from the table, having to watch over it will be a hassle— research is not your job.
— We are allies, we have to support each other, also if you do not let me accompany you, I will not allow you to go to my meeting.
Who am I kidding, I feel cornered by his whims— But I need you to behave while we investigate.
— Of course I will —he answers as he gets up to look for one of the waiters, if he tries to stop him from doing it we will only end up creating a scandal, so I just cover my face with my hands while listening to the noise that has just been made.
After getting lunch and apologizing to the restaurant manager, we both started our investigation in Parral, the first place we decided to visit is the municipality, as I expected the reception was full of discomfort.
Samuel took the mayor's seat and checked the drawers while the city manager explained to me that there are no places in the city where such traffic operations could be carried out, but that there is a town on the outskirts known as "Villa Bienestar "Where immigrants are received, as soon as my companion hears that, he stops snooping around the mayor's things and tells me that we have to go investigate that, apparently he forgot that I am responsible for this investigation.
The "Villa Bienestar" is located almost an hour from the city, the colony preserves an architecture of the 1800s as well as the clothes of those who live there, at first glance it seems that we have just gone back in time, we take the left route following the indication of a sign that informs us that the hotel is located there, a good place to get information.
The visitors of the hotel go inside as soon as they notice the presence of the two rulers, Samuel's annoyance is notorious and with a determined step he goes to the entrance, the receptionist intercepts him at the entrance with a false kindness.
— We are here to speak with the administrator —I say before this impulsive one does something aggressive - we need information on this place.
— In that case I ask you to accompany me to the restaurant, Mr. Paúl Lefevre is finishing lunch.
The interior of the restaurant has characteristic arrangements of 19th century French homes, Samuel looks surprised at each of the paintings that are tributes to the old bourgeoisie, on his way to the center of the dining room, which is the only table that is being used.
— Welcome, congratulations on what you have achieved —he says with a French accent, pointing to the chairs for us to sit down— Have you eaten yet?
— Thanks for the invitation —I say as we take a seat.— We have lunch before leaving.
— Although the attention of the place was not the best, the rural waiters do not know how to serve important people.
Paúl drinks a glass of wine— Maybe something bothered them —he gives us an analytical look, especially at my faces— not every day you have clients like you.
— That is in the past —I try to take the course of the conversation before Samuel— we came to ask for some information.
— It will be an honor to help the rulers of the country, What do you need to know?
Samuel leans his elbows on the table and leans forward— Are you aware of what happened in Vitacura?
— Who could not know? It was a topic of conversation on all the news and radios.
— We want you to tell us if you have seen something strange in your village —I say calmly, I do not want to press you— our research tells us that there is a laboratory in these lands.
— A chemical laboratory? His surprise seems sincere.
But he is unable to convince Samuel that he has already gotten up to take a closer look at him. "You don't know anything about sarin gas or black cocaine?"
The human holds his glass and keeps his eyes on my partner— What is sarin gas?
— Samuel —does not seem to hear me, he is concentrating on exchanging looks with the host - Samuel.
— Would you lend me a phone? I have to make a call —he says after finishing facing the owner.
Paúl snaps his fingers, the waiter approaches— Bring the cordless phone —the waiter leaves to return with the device— make the call.
— Samuel —I have a bad feeling— Who are you going to call?
He takes a piece of paper from his pocket and marks the written numbers, we both look at him expectantly, because of his relaxed demeanor it is difficult for us to understand what he is doing.
— Alo, this is Samuel Supplicium, start the raid, the village is the factory.