The Breaking Point

Chapter 15

"Are you sure we're going the right way?" Edgar questioned. "This is the fifth time we pass this intersection."

Teres slowed to a stop and turned to face the British captain. "I'm not leading the way, Google maps is. You got a problem? Solve it with her."

Edgar sighed and turned to face Erik and Bobby. "You two should be leading the way. Tell me; didn't we just pass that market seller?" He pointed in the direction of an old man, standing behind a wheelbarrow full of candy, offering little kids (and a couple older ones) some of the delicious treats.

Erik shook his head. "I haven't lived in Japan for that long, just a couple months. Bobby would know better."

The defender shrugged helplessly. "I don't have a clue. I haven't been in a whole lot of hospitals."

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"Hold on, stop here," the passenger ordered, and the taxi driver immediately pulled over. Hyde stepped out of the car and rushed up to the group.

"Hyde!" The foreign players shouted in sync.

"Where were you? You told me you'd meet us at Mark's house. Yesterday!" Fideo enquired.

"Sorry, Fideo. I had to take Lucy back. Luca couldn't come so it was my job to do both trips. Then the plane got delayed. My battery died halfway through and I forgot my charger."

"It's alright, I was a little worried but that's all. You can borrow mine when we get back to the hotel," the Italian captain offered, pitying his friend's state.

Hyde smiled. "Thanks, where you guys off to?"

"We'll explain later. Since you're Japanese, any chance you know this address?" Teres asked, showing the midfielder his phone.

"Hmm, no, not exactly. But I was taking a taxi to your hotel. We can ask for a ride to the place."

They agreed and ran over to Hyde's taxi.

"Change of plan," Hyde told the driver. "The destination's changed. And a couple of my friends will be riding with me."

The driver raised his eyebrows. "Hope you brought your wallet, kid."

"Quick, get in," Hyde ordered, and Fideo opened the back door and hopped inside. Erik and Bobby tumbled in after him, followed by Hector. Hyde jumped in next, with Mark Kruger right behind him.

"Wait!" shouted the American captain. "Where's Dylan?"

Teres and Edgar scanned the entire area, to no avail.

"Dylan! "shouted Teres. "We're leaving without you." He succeeded in attracting the attention of half the passersby, but not the missing striker.

"Hush," Edgar hissed. "Your manners, Teres. It's rude of you to scream like that."

Teres just laughed. "Guess we're leaving without him."

At that moment, said player showed up. "Hey! Where'd you guys go? I leave for a second and when I'm back, you guys are miles off."

"You left," Teres shrugged.

"Hey, don't gimme that. You rounded the same block five times. I figured you'd keep doing that forever so I thought I'd leave and come back."

"Finally, someone noticed. Thank you, Dylan." The striker swung an arm around the bluette's neck.

"Yeah, we make a pretty good team, don't we, Eddy?"

"OK, yes," Edgar admitted, removing Dylan's arm. "Now get in the car-and it's Edgar."

"Fine, fine. Whatever." Dylan sighed, entering the car.