9:30AM
When the plane landed at Managua, a low, sleek Mercedes Benz with a tinted window is park from the rest of the three SUV cars.
They were already waiting in line.
"Pack your gears and let's go!" Remo hastily ordered.
Outside the open field, the wind shrieks whipping their bodies as they walked into the vehicles.
Within seconds, Remo took the passenger front seat and buckled in. "Hurry up, it's time to go," he ordered as the car engine roared to life.
"Nice to meet you Sir. I'm Carlos your new driver and guide here. ETA to destination is thirty minutes!"
"Glad to know, Carlos!"
They drove outside the airport, passed through security checkpoint speeding away as they were sandwiched by the SUV security cars.
Clifford, Benjie and Abel were quiet at the backseat, restlessness started sitting in.
"Hey, Abel!" Remo called out. "I need you to know, even if we have half support, half-staff, I don't need any protection. I just wanted you to follow, yeah?"
Silence….
