Sometimes you had to ask yourself which stupid decisions led to where you were in the world, but you didn't have to think too far to figure out what led you here today. Befriending Ulysses Hooten was what had led you to having guns pointed at you from every direction and you regretted ever meeting the man especially agreeing to travel with him to find a relic in the middle of a jungle in Latin America.

You knew that he was a troublesome man and didn't follow a lot of things such as laws and that would get you into some hot water at some point, but you didn't expect anything like this. He told you it would be safe, at least safe enough that you wouldn't end up dead but with the number of guns pointed at your head, you doubted that heavily. The people surrounding you were clearly from different groups, two clear different uniforms amongst them.

"Who are they?" You asked, trying not to move too much, rather scared that you were able to get shot, gesturing towards the group to your left with a small movement.

"They don't like me," he stated.

It wasn't hard to realise that; people didn't aim guns at people they liked.

"And who's that?" You frowned gesturing in the opposite direction.

He narrowed his eyes at you, as though it was a very obvious answer even though you had no idea who any of these people were and seen as they all spoke different languages that you didn't understand, it was a little hard to figure it out on your own.

"They don't like me either!" He exclaimed.

You huffed, having hoped that maybe he knew one of the groups for a good reason but instead you were more than likely going to end up dead in the middle of a jungle with a man you weren't fond of.

"At least I have something in common with them," you stated with venom laced in your words.

"It would hurt if I cared," he retorted.

With a frown you tried to calm down, not wanting your anger to take over but it was easier said than done.

"I knew it was a bad idea to work with you. Why was I so stupid?" You sighed.

Hooten shrugged his shoulders. "Everyone I work with seems to regret it. Honestly I might start taking it personally."

"You really should."

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Written by Charlotte.

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