Chapter 9
By Christi
Right as we crossed into Guatemala, we got stopped at what looked to be a makeshift checkpoint in a deserted area. We'd driven down a few main roads without incident, and through a few neighborhoods where folks looked at us funny. But now, with trees flanking the road, we got halted.
In the middle of the street was a black Hummer. Scattered about it stood five armed men in battle gear. I looked at Hector.
"Don't look at me! I don't know what to do."
Saturday, August 9, 2014
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Chapter 8: The Mysterious Disappearance of Sr. Hierba de Trigo
Chapter 8
by Christi
Sunset came, and with it the SUV (in which the AC was descompuesto).
"Where are we going?" I asked.
"On a long drive. We have to travel from here down through Yucatan, and Guatemala. We'll skirt the border of Belize..." A huge bump shook the SUV, "then into El Salvador. Where we understand that our companero is imprisoned... down by the coast."
by Christi
Sunset came, and with it the SUV (in which the AC was descompuesto).
"Where are we going?" I asked.
"On a long drive. We have to travel from here down through Yucatan, and Guatemala. We'll skirt the border of Belize..." A huge bump shook the SUV, "then into El Salvador. Where we understand that our companero is imprisoned... down by the coast."
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