You sat in one of the long chairs of the old chapels in the village, looking through files and translating them with your Spanish roots to the best of your ability.

That's when Leon had come back from his continuous —And dangerous search for the presidents daughter. He returned empty handed, yet there was something different about him. His eyes were surrounded with dark circles and his veins were pitch black, shooting all the way up his wrists. "How much did you find." He slurred softly.