The Saga Of The Almighty
Wolf and Fox part 2

Me and the Fox after almost half an hour of travel finally reached LAX airport. Before I left, I had not checked my passport and visa. It turns out that the name on these documents is Bobby Robinson.

Then, the fox told me his name was Fumiko Sora, and we were lovers on vacation. We got out of the car and immediately headed to the check-in place and then headed to immigration. At the airport there is nothing suspicious here.

The item, which contained a 2 lb (0.91 kg) package of super-stimulus drugs, was already on board because it had passed through the back lane. If I'm not mistaken the airline that we're going to ride this, have a rumor that this is owned by the Mafia as well.

The world was not doing well after the war, people all over the world had lost faith in their governments. Even an organization like TaPA is not a state organization but an individual one. I don't want to have bad thoughts about TaPA.

After about three hours of waiting we were finally welcome to board the plane. At exactly 16:45 the plane took off for Mexico. Estimated travel time of 3 hours 44 minutes, the fox only spent time to eat and sleep.

By the way, I'm sitting on a double sit bench. I was on the side of the glass and on the wing. The orange sky is so beautiful, too bad the fox overslept.

For three hours I spent reading the magazine that had a chair rack in front of me. In that time I also had tasted various dishes served by flight attendants. It feels standard, but the presentation is interesting and appetizing.

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Passengers are all we have almost to the destination, use your seat belt and thank you for entrusting your trip to our airline.

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In my semi-consciousness, it turns out it will soon land in Mexico. I woke up the Fox, but this Fox is drinking too much so it will be more difficult.

"Fumiko, Fumiko.." I said softly.

"Huh? Who's Fumiko?" said the fox in a rather loud voice.

"What the hell are you talking about, baby, that's your name. hahaha" I said calmly.

"Oh yes. hahaha. Why sweetheart?" ask the fox while looking into my eyes.

"Surely the girl******* this is really cool because it says love me." I thought.

"Well, you can't speak because of my beauty" said the fox, winking one eye.

"Yes, yes.you are very beautiful, well I wanted to talk about us soon to land." I replied.

"Oh yes." said the fox.

After 10 minutes of the announcement, the plane landed smoothly on the tarmac. We both got off the plane through the garage. At this airport, terminal 2 section has a lot of foreign tourists.

I felt something bad in this area, like someone was watching our movements. Before leaving, we had to take a suitcase and a suitcase containing shipping items. That place is on the first floor, the Fox gave a code to me that she also sensed something was amiss here.

We hurried to leave the second floor, after which we went down through the escalator and went to the luggage collection and to immigration. Unexpectedly we were followed by two mature brown-skinned men. This man also got off the same plane.

I was not aware of their whereabouts, as they did not appear suspicious while on the plane. I ran into one of them once when I was about to go to the lavatory. These two people did not possess the great muscular physical characteristics, but if I see them martial experts, and also hitmen.

After the two of us finished our business at the airport, we looked for someone to pick us up. The man was waiting and holding a paper that read "Mr. Bobby and Mrs. Fumiko" we also without a stale base directly to the car we will ride. Turns out our driver was a member of the El Diablo mafia syndicate, he knew we were being followed.

It turned out that the two of them were people from his syndicate he was as well. The two of them were assigned to ascertain whether we got to the destination or not, this was also on the orders of the big Boss. Our driver's name is Antonio.

I'm just guessing that he was on duty at the guest pick-up section. I looked back and saw a black sedan tailing behind us. The black sedan was ridden and boarded by the man who followed me and the fox since we were in LA.

Antonio also told me about the syndicate of those who have managed to have hotels and resorts in several regions in Mexico. He also suggested to go to Cancun Beach, he thought it was the best and most beautiful beach in Mexico. He thought we were lovers who were given a free trip by a Los Angeles mafia syndicate.

By the way Antonio speaks Spanish, fortunately I learned Spanish considering that California used to be Mexico or can be called a Spanish colony. I explained that we could not stay in Mexico for long, because of the limited vacation time.

The fox was silent, for he could not speak Spanish. Then, Antonio changed English (so Indonesian) to talk to the Fox.

"Senorita, why are you quiet? Are you drunken travel?" ask Antonio.

"Hahaha, I'm not drunk on travel, I'm silent because I don't speak Spanish" replied the fox.

The fox glanced at me, and said;

"Darling, my stomach laper wants to eat.." Speak the Fox spoiled.

"Wait to get to the new hotel to eat" I said to the Fox.

"We can stop by the restaurant nearby if Senorita Fumiko wants to eat. I know a lot of good places to eat in this area. About the cost of eating, all are responsible for Black Cobra" said the Antonio.

"Would you like it, baby?" ask the Fox.

"Okay, we can stop by to eat" I replied.

The clock is 20:15, it's a little late for dinner. We stopped at a Mexican restaurant. Many different types of food, types of food here buffet.

I took Burrito stuffed with chopped chicken and vegetables and Horchata drinks, while the Fox took Tacos and tequila drinks. Antonio and 2 colleagues in front of the restaurant waiting and coolly chatting.

After we finished eating, at 20:45 we continued our journey to the hotel in the city area of Mexico city, the capital of Mexico. It turns out that unexpectedly from restaurants to hotels only takes 20 minutes. Finally we reached the hotel where me and the fox were staying.

The architecture of this hotel is very good and carries the design of the Spanish colonial era. According to Antonio, this hotel is a former building of an independent early Mexican-era bank that was converted into a five-star hotel. I did not expect to get this comfortable hotel, when we came we were presented with a welcome drink in the form of Mojito.

Mojito is a typical Cuban drink, it is similar to a cocktail and contains alcohol. Me and the fox got room number 212 on the 3rd floor. This room also has a balcony, before I sleep I enjoy the night atmosphere of Mexico City from here.

I fell asleep with all this pleasure, until I was less alert. I hope nothing bad happens tomorrow. As I was enjoying this soothing atmosphere, suddenly from behind someone was hugging without a thread on his body.

I looked back and sure enough, the Fox...

I'm not so embarrassed or anything, because I haven't seen the same thing twice.

"Aren't you going to take a shower?" asked the Fox while hugging tightly onto my body.

"Yes, I'm going to take a shower and you're getting away from me" I replied.

"Let's take a shower together to save water" said the fox with a grinning face.

"I'm sorry but I..."

without warning he pulled me and pushed me into the bed, and said;

"Yes, tomorrow. Mending now we sleep." said the fox while holding my body in bed.

His strength was not playful in restraining my body, it seemed like tonight would be a re-scene from last night.