04-08-2015, 10:59 AM
Dane was woken to a foul stench filling the cabin of the vehicle. The windows pulled the smoke away, but the scent permeated everything none the less. He could feel it seeping into the fibers of his clothes and sticking like blood to the surface of his skin. The corner of his lip curled as his eyes progressively followed the arm that shook him awake to the body from which it dangled. "Have some class,"
he said under his breath, but like a gentleman, did not utter the comment directly to the other man's face.
They had indeed arrived in some sort of small town, delineated as such by the approximation of one shanty building to the next. Dirt packed roads were walk ways for mangy dogs and pairs of dirty youths. A woman with arms' full of groceries hurried between cars, few as there were actively bumbling across the streets. Other scents wafted into their vehicle. Chief among them, the pungent scent of broken sewage pipes. Whether the sewage drained into water run offs or directly into the street, he couldn't tell. The air was thick with it, like fog.
The driver seemed to know where they were going, as he constantly pointed the vehicle in specific directions without consideration for the various options at each street crossing. Soon, they pulled up in front of a single-story building with a flat roof that provided a narrow strip of shade along the exterior walls. Any grubby plants had been trampled, presumably, by the two men standing outside like they might pace back and forth. Each had wore a hat and sunglasses, and large guns were strapped across their burly chests. Their shirts were stuck to their bodies by sweat, but neither seemed to care. In fact, one took a drink even as they climbed out of the car. He took one look at Dane and the liquid swishing out of his mouth was immediately spat on the ground before Dane's feet. Disgusting apes. Dane made certain to walk around the wet splotches, but the ground soaked them up so fast the diversion was hardly necessary.
The other two men from his vehicle, whose names he again could not recall, each went about different tasks. The driver stepped forward to rumble off what was otherwise foreign nonsense to Dane with the spitting camels standing watch. The one that wreaked of smoke was gathering stuff from the car.
Dane was left to wait.
After whatever was spoken which need to be said, the three were rounded up and taken indoors. Dane initially welcomed the shade, but soon regretted the loss of fresh air. The interior of the building was primarily one open room. All the windows but those in the front were barred up and blackened out. Old chairs were strewn carelessly around the edges of the room, but many tables and other cabinetry were under heavy guard.
Several men waited within. All bore the same deadpan looks as most of the people Dane had met in Mexico thus far. A skinny woman in threadbare skirt and kerchief wrapped around her breasts looked up from snorting powder. She would be much more beautiful laid out on the dead, dry ground with the sun sizzling away at her tanned skin and trails of red ants crawling up her legs. The shadow of circling carrion birds crossing her body on regular intervals, waiting for that juicy heart to stop beating. Dane's body flushed with arousal, a sensation that died as soon as she made eye contact. She looked them over, brief as it was, then glanced at one of the men of the room in particular. She soon went back to her previous activity, and Dane shifted his imagination toward the others.
he said under his breath, but like a gentleman, did not utter the comment directly to the other man's face.
They had indeed arrived in some sort of small town, delineated as such by the approximation of one shanty building to the next. Dirt packed roads were walk ways for mangy dogs and pairs of dirty youths. A woman with arms' full of groceries hurried between cars, few as there were actively bumbling across the streets. Other scents wafted into their vehicle. Chief among them, the pungent scent of broken sewage pipes. Whether the sewage drained into water run offs or directly into the street, he couldn't tell. The air was thick with it, like fog.
The driver seemed to know where they were going, as he constantly pointed the vehicle in specific directions without consideration for the various options at each street crossing. Soon, they pulled up in front of a single-story building with a flat roof that provided a narrow strip of shade along the exterior walls. Any grubby plants had been trampled, presumably, by the two men standing outside like they might pace back and forth. Each had wore a hat and sunglasses, and large guns were strapped across their burly chests. Their shirts were stuck to their bodies by sweat, but neither seemed to care. In fact, one took a drink even as they climbed out of the car. He took one look at Dane and the liquid swishing out of his mouth was immediately spat on the ground before Dane's feet. Disgusting apes. Dane made certain to walk around the wet splotches, but the ground soaked them up so fast the diversion was hardly necessary.
The other two men from his vehicle, whose names he again could not recall, each went about different tasks. The driver stepped forward to rumble off what was otherwise foreign nonsense to Dane with the spitting camels standing watch. The one that wreaked of smoke was gathering stuff from the car.
Dane was left to wait.
After whatever was spoken which need to be said, the three were rounded up and taken indoors. Dane initially welcomed the shade, but soon regretted the loss of fresh air. The interior of the building was primarily one open room. All the windows but those in the front were barred up and blackened out. Old chairs were strewn carelessly around the edges of the room, but many tables and other cabinetry were under heavy guard.
Several men waited within. All bore the same deadpan looks as most of the people Dane had met in Mexico thus far. A skinny woman in threadbare skirt and kerchief wrapped around her breasts looked up from snorting powder. She would be much more beautiful laid out on the dead, dry ground with the sun sizzling away at her tanned skin and trails of red ants crawling up her legs. The shadow of circling carrion birds crossing her body on regular intervals, waiting for that juicy heart to stop beating. Dane's body flushed with arousal, a sensation that died as soon as she made eye contact. She looked them over, brief as it was, then glanced at one of the men of the room in particular. She soon went back to her previous activity, and Dane shifted his imagination toward the others.