Deadblood looked out the window as they got closer to town. He'd decided that the armed guard wasn't much to be concerned with at the moment. He still didn't trust the guard, but he also figured that if the guard planned to do anything, he likely would have done so by now. A smart move on the guard's part really. Deadblood didn't like the look of the guard each time he spoke to the driver in Spanish and he would have no problem quickly jabbing his sharp katana into the guard's spine, effectively paralyzing him, should he try anything. He wouldn't be surprised if even more members of the cartel were hidden in the thick jungle that the dirt road ran through, waiting to retaliate if anything went wrong or ready to ambush if ordered.

Looking back over at Sheri, he saw that she was still keeping her eye on the guard. As far as he was concerned, she was his only ally in that country. A country were people frequently found themselves dead over the smallest things and it wasn't always the cartel's doing either. He wouldn't trust a cop in that country either. It was a country of trouble and certainly not the kind of place he would visit for leisure. Money could get him to go almost anywhere though and get him to do almost anything.

"How much further?" Deadblood asked after a couple more minutes of silence.

The guard looked at him again in the mirror before muttering something in Spanish to the driver, causing him to chuckle.

Deadblood nor Sheri were sure that the guard was going to bother answering them, but then he said, "We are almost there."

The two employees of the company looked at each other again, both ready for whatever lay ahead. Ideally, it would be a smooth transaction, but Deadblood had been involved in far too many deals that went bad to let his guard down entirely around the cartel. Once you did that, people like the cartel might take advantage of your moment of weakness.

Soon, a cluster of buildings appeared in the distance. None of them appeared to be very tall, the tallest being maybe four or five stories tall. As they pulled into the town, it felt like every other South American shithole he'd been in. Dirty, rundown buildings that looked like they might crumble to the ground if even a weak wind were to blow through at the right angle. People who were as unfriendly looking as the driver and the guard in the front seat.

The driver parked the car in front of a building with the word 'HOTEL' painted in fading letters over the front door.

"We're here. Get out," said the guard, he and the driver getting out too, the driver moving around to the back of the car to open the trunk, Deadblood and Sheri retrieving the bags of guns.