Aloha Argentina

Chapter 10

Megan awoke. Soaking wet, she was tied to a chair. A man stood in front of her holding a empty bucket. The building which she was in was made out of wood and both poorly constructed, and poorly maintained. Holes were common place in the wooden walls, nets hung in front of the windows, barrels of something stood by the door, surrounded by hungry rats. A man with heavy boots parted the net which covered the door hole. He pushed it off to the side as he hulled is late body into the room. He wore a green military trench coat, a flat brimmed hat, and a pair of aviator shades. "Who do we have here?" He said in his Spanish accent. The question was clearly rhetorical and was said to insult Megan. But the idiot soldier who held the empty bucket thought he was being spoken to. His back straightened and he turned to face the large man. "Found her in the jungle sir. Americans spies no doubt." He said yelling. The large man looked at him with an angry stare before grabbing the soldiers head with his enormous left hand, crushing it with ease. The soldier fell to the ground. His body twitched a few times before it surrendered to death. "We dont tame kindly to spies here little lady" He said in a gruff voice. "Do you know what we do to spies here?" He asked. "No" Megan said with obvious disgust. The man laughed uncontrollably before whipping the tears from his eyes and dragging her and her chair into another room. There were no windows. Chains hung from the walls, a table with restraints on it stood in the middle of the poorly lit room. Tables covered in various tools such as hammers, nails, screw drivers, and saws, sat by the wall. The man continued to laugh historically as the doors swung shut behind him. Leaving them in near darkness.