Morning glide with the hot air approaching our skin as we roll our way to the town that save me from joining the grave. El tatio seems to grow as a town with more establishments around , It was beautiful than ever until.
A poster from a wall near the road got me trigger , it has a property name.
“Property of Dylan Scott”.
We were shocked with the note and as we continue to jam the road the people in the town are in full package. It was too crowded and loud like there is a protest going on , there are no protests in el tatio ever. But the ongoing agenda got us put on notice for they are protesting to find this gang whom they are calling as the “Anarchist”.
"Anarchist huh? Sounds very rebel, those stupid rats." Vivoree chuckles and annoyed at the same time.
This shocked us for we are also unsafe in el tatio. Posters of our faces with red cross marks , spray paints and also burnt pages are everywhere in this town. The town is in rage in finding us that makes me wonder why in the world would they ever do this.
The answer is one million dollars.
I just can’t believe that we are being sold to these people for one million green bucks in exchange of us being delivered back to the president. The world wants us dead right now for what they think that we’ve down. This is pure bias and this proves that everyone will just lend their ears with the powerful and not with the truth.
The real people who were being bought here are these people so that he can manipulate them with the lie and confess these fake words and overcome their emotions by making them turn against us , to turn against the truth.
This makes us get in to my sanctuary. This bothers me for these people knew that I live here with aunt Sasha. We rush into her home but the house was burnt like in that dream that I had.
"No. NO!" I was shouting inside the private van Mr. Obama delivered us to be picked up secretly at the airport.
I can't do anything but to cry out loud inside the van for it is too dangerous outside. The eyes of the people of el tatio are hungry for us. Its a good thing that Mr. Obama was having this secret lab under a cave in a near island here in el tatio for the hideout.
But along the way I still can't stop thinking about where in the world is Sasha. I feel like I am a bad person for not checking her out inside, my thoughts are creeping me out with the unwanted that its slightly driving me crazy and forget to think clearly through the plan.
We are bandits in disguise right now as we headed the shore and ride a private yatch of the Obama's and traveled the shore for an hour and half. I had never been into the shore this close but inly above the skies during the flights.
It was beautiful , the clear water with the fishes and creatures under the sea dances with nature. The sound of the waves is so calmly that I feel like I have found my newest addiction and relaxation.
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