Chapter 2: Escape

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Author's note: There will be some dialogs in spanish, but I wrote the translation behind it. And I'm sorry, if my spanish is wrong, but I only learned spanish for like one year. I did my best:D

We entered some kind of engine room. Nathan told us about the cross and it's inscription, when suddenly some other prisoners appeared.

"Let me guess: This is the guy, you started a fight with?", Sam asked Nate.

"Ah- I didn't know he had so many ... friends."

"Te dije que no habíamos terminado.", Gustavo said. (I told you we were not finished.)

"Hey, hey, os calma, por favor.", I said. "Solamente queremos salir y yo no quiero pelarme con usted." (Hey, hey, calm down. We just want to go away and I don't want to start a fight with you.)

"Voy a matarte, puta!", he yelled. (I will murder you, whore.)

"No tengo una otra opción aparte de golpear a usted.", I said in an annoyed tone and punched him in the face as hard as I could. (I don't have another choice but hitting you.)

He stumbled back and suddenly everyone was trying to beat the shit out of each other. Needless to say: it was a total mess. After we had beaten most of the other prisoners unconscious, Vargas entered the room and started hitting Gustavo. He gave the order to search us and we were forced to turn towards the wall with our hands above our heads.

"Since when are you able to speak Spanish?", Nathan asked me, while the guards were searching us.

"What? I'm not."

"Yes, you are. You talked to Gustavo in Spanish."

"I did? I didn't notice, that I was speaking another language!"

He shrugged.

"Qué es esto?", a guard asked referring to the cross, he pulled out of Nathan's pocket. (What is that?)

Vargas took it and we were handcuffed again. The guards escorted us to Vargas' office. I was still wondering how in the world it could be possible for me to be able to speak Spanish ...

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Vargas told the guards to leave and closed the door.

"Took you long enough.", Rafe said. "We almost got killed."

"You still might.", he answered.

"Vargas- seriously?"

"Oh, I didn't find anything. Must be the wrong tower.", Vargas repeated Nathan's words in a mocking tone and tossed him the cross. He pointed his gun at Nate, but Sam stepped in betweeen them.

"Hey, hey, hey, it's worthless, okay?", he tried to convince Vargas.

"You think I'm an idiot?!", he yelled.

"You want to renegotiate? Fine.", Rafe told him.

"Now put the gun away.", I supported Rafe and he told as I said.

"Thanks, we are willing to give you ah ... ten percent.", he suggested.

Vargas laughed. "Fifty."

"We are doing most of the work. Fifteen.", Rafe insisted.

"Yeah, you would never find it without us.", I crossed my arms.

"Twenty. Equals.", he said.

"Twenty. Does that sound fair to you, guys?"

We all nodded.

"Looks like we have a deal.", Rafe smiled and went towards Vargas to shake hands. Suddenly he revealed a knife from under his shirt and stabbed Vargas in the chest. He tried to defend himself with a gun, but Rafe pushed Vargas' hand above his head, so that he shot in the ceiling.

"Holy shit, Rafe! What did you do?!", Nathan shouted.

I was in shock. My crush just stabbed a man. I couldn't believe this.

"Come on Jo! We need to go!", Rafe grabbed my hand and pulled me through the door. We ran as fast as we could. While we tried to escaped, we alarmed multiple guards, jumped from roof to roof and eventually were shot at.

Finally we reached the exit of the prison. Well, the roof above it. Rafe jumped first and caught me, when I jumped. We waited for Nathan to jump to us. Finally as Sam was about to make the jump and Nathan intended to catch him, a guard pulled out a machine gun and fired.

"Sam, NO! No, grab my other hand. NO, SAM!!", Nathan screamed, as Sam fell down. Rafe came over to him. "We need to go, Nate. Come on!"

"No, we can't leave him here."

"He is dead. Come with me or go down there and join him." Rafe told him.

I knelt down next to him and stroke his shoulder. "Come on, Nathan. Now is not the time for grief."

"Okay, Jo, okay."

We headed off to the coast, where my father was waiting for us.


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