The Cutthroats

Chapter 4: Red Hot Chile

Valparaíso, Chile

San Gerónimo Airport

November 3, 2013

4:23 a.m.

Tasha trudged down the ramp, Anthony, Halle, and Allie following behind her. They walked over to the luggage carousel. They stood in silence, all too grumpy and tired to say a word. After waiting for about ten minutes in tension filled air, their bags came around. They all grabbed theirs and walked outside the building to be greeted by the cool, autumn wind. Leaves crunched beneath their feet as they treaded to their hotel, that of course, Allie had arranged for them to stay at. As they reached the hotel, they couldn't help but notice that it was unusually crowded, considering the time. They brushed it off, however. It was too late, or more like early, for this now. As soon as they opened the door to their hotel room, they were running over and crashing onto their beds, immediately passing out into oblivion.

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Valparaíso, Chile

Gala Hotel

November 3, 2013

1:57 p.m.

The three were awakened to the sound of Allie making breakfast in the kitchen area. But instead of breathing in the scent of eggs and bacon, as they expected, their hopeful noses were met with the smell of burnt food.

"What are you doing in there Allie?" Tasha groaned, scrunching her nose up in disguist of the smell.

"Making breakfast, of course!" Allie's peppiness made Tasha want to punch her in the face. She couldn't deal with people. It was too early.

"Whatever," Tasha groaned, "just don't expect me to eat that." Halle and Anthony mumbled in agreement.

"I'm not going to make you eat it, but you need to at least get up. It's already two in the afternoon. We still have a lot to do."

"More like me and Anthony have a lot to do. You and Halle have the easy jobs."

"But we have to deal with you." And with that the conversation was over.

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After being forced to get out of bed by Allie and getting a decent breakfast at a nearby cafe, they were ready to go out and do what they had came here to do.

"So you and Anthony go out and find this man," Allie said, handing Tasha a small card with a man's picture and information on it, "he's an iron trader. Get as much as you can from him. Then, when you're done, meet Halle and me at the boat port. Then we'll be on our way to China."

"Gross. Socializing with people," Tasha scoffs.

"Oh lighten up. You don't even have to do much, I'll talk to him if you want," Anthony offered.

"You better," she mumbled, walking outside with Anthony on her heels.

"You know," Tasha said after about five minutes, breaking the silence between the two, "maybe instead of wiping out all the white people in the world, we could just move somewhere else in the world where there's a lot less white people, like here. You know, I haven't seen an obnoxious white person anywhere so far. I know we've been here for less than a day, but I could get used to it here."

"And if there were any obnoxious white people here, we could just get rid of them individually, right?" Anthony said.

"So I see a bit of my deviousness is rubbing off on you now, huh?" Tasha said, a bit taken back on what Anthony had said. Sure it was a great idea, but what really got her was that Anthony never came up with his own "evil" plans, he just followed whatever Tasha did. And if she was to be honest, she liked this side of Anthony. He was about to respond, when they passed by a small alley, it was in between two buildings.