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BARRACUDA MIKE BROUGHT THEM TO SOUTH AMERICA. Apparently, JJ owed him ten times what they lost when they abandoned the truck, so they honestly were just going to have to pray that Big John somehow found El Dorado. They took a bus into town and talked to some guy that told them that the City of Gold was cursed and that everyone that went up never came down, so that was nice.
"Welcome to Tres Rocas," JJ announced once they arrived at their stop. He looked out the window and glanced around at the little village. He sighed, "This place makes the Cut look like the Taj Mahal."
"I'm surprised you even know what the Taj Mahal is," Kie commented.
Bree clapped her hands together, ready to get a move on. Their friends were somewhere around there, and they needed to find them before it was too late. She asked, "All right, so how we gonna find them?"
"Tres Rocas is fairly small. Don't worry about it. We'll find them," Leo assured them, and they all nodded, trying to be optimistic about it. With their luck, they'd be separated forever and somehow end up staying in South America forever because they had no way back.
However, Bree glanced up, and her eyes widened when she looked up and saw none other than Pope and Cleo sprinting down the road at them. She laughed, shaking her head in disbelief. "Oh, you gotta be kidding me. We haven't been here for two minutes!"
"Cómo estás, amigos?" JJ greeted, sticking his hand out the window. Pope high fived him but then continued his run away from the bus, lingering for a moment and waiting for them to join him.
"Run! We gotta go!" Cleo shouted, and the four people still in the bus just groaned in disbelief. No way they were already on the run. They had been there all of ten minutes max. She urged, "We gotta run!"
She and Pope ran around to the other side of the bus so that they had some cover while the others got out. Kie groaned, "Already? We just got here. What's happening?"
"Singh's men are right behind us. They're after us. We gotta think of a plan," Pope answered, and he was talking a mile a minute, clearly panicking. Bree was wondering what the actual hell could have happened in their mere hours of separation that caused such chaos.
