A/N: Sorry for bad spelling, I have a lack of beta cuz all of my friends wanna do well at school. So keep being kind to me, because English is my second and I have a spelling disorder.

Chapter 9) Family dinner

The two man and Rosaline sat in a old truck that use to be from farmers. Inside it smelled to goats. Rosaline wanted to complain, she was used to big large and cool cars. Not like this stinky old wrack, that could fall apart ever second. But she didn't say a thing. She did not want to make the sunglass-man mad, he would do something nasty to her.

The two man where quite too. Why she did not know. What she did know was she was very hungry and thirsty. She hadn't ate since last day and for her standards that was very bad. And she needed to pee really bad. Sulky she stared throw the dirty window and did not see much more than cactuses, rocks and sand. Mexico wasn't that beautiful…

"How long is it until the next shitty motel?" The sunglass-man asked, also sounding moody and tired.

"Long, I want to get as far as possible. And we still need to come up with a plan." El answered blunt.

"We keep to our first plan, run and shoot every fucker that dares to come near me, us." The sunglass-man said.

"No, I want a new plan. I want to live in peace and have peace in mind."

"Peace doesn't exist any longer, El. It died long time ago. We fight, we kill, that's what we do. At leased what I do, people need the balance, savvy?'

"You and you're balance, does that even mean anything?" El grumbled.

"As a matter of fact, it does. Has to do something with right and wrong, money and power. But I'm certain you're head is to thick to ever understand the meaning of that." The sunglass-man cleared out.

Sulky Rosaline watched the two man argue. It was boring and she was hungry, and thirst and really, really needed to pee. Uncomfortable she moved with her legs but the urging feeling would not go away. She started to toy with Lolita's hair to get her thoughts somewhere else. First a ponytail, then lose, then braided it.

"You're annoying, why did I ever start working with you?" El snapped.

"Because you needed revenge, I needed a brainless killing machine and we had a match!" Sands answered.

"Do you even shut up?" El grumbled.

"Do you?"

"Don't answer a question with a question!"

"Why not?"

"Because!"

"Because…?"

El rolled his eyes and closed his mouth. That was the best thing to do when his 'partner' was bored. Else he would make sarcastic and annoying remarks the rest of the time.

It was silent for a few seconds.

"Señor?"

"What is it now?" El groaned almost crushing the wheel.

"I… I really have to use the bathroom…" The girl on the backseat sat with a very soft voice.

"Owh." He realised it wasn't Sands that had been asking. "Can you wait a little longer, there is no motel ore gas station to see."

"No… I need to go… now!" She pushed uneasy. Her feet's started to stagger and she looked nervous thought the window into El's eyes.

He sighted drove a little more further and stopped the car. He didn't feel much for a wet car. "You can go."

She gave him a odd look. "Where?"

Sands seemed to find the confrontation that had started very interesting and look up.

El gestured. "Behind the trees."

She pouted her lips and looked mad. "I'm not a dog!"

"I know but-"

Sands rose his hand. "You're not? You certainly smell like one!" El pushed his hand down. 'What is he up to?'

"I DON'T!" The girl screeched very high!

"Maybe we should but her on a leash El, just in case…"

"NO! Stop, you're mean! I'm not a dog! I'm Rosaline!" She yelled furious.

"Rosaline the dog, pretty name, don't ya think? Bark Rosy, bark!" He said singsong like.

"No! my name is Rosaline Irene Maria Cartel! I'm not a dog! And you smell like one! And-" She went quite and started to cry.

Sands gave El a cocky smile. "Now, you know her whole name. No need to thank me jus get her out of the car. You're the good-cop."

He could have killed the man right this second, but remained calm. El stepped out, shoved opened her door and pulled her outside.

It gave Sands ten minutes for himself and he used that precious moments alone with a smoke.

The door banged angrily when the two sat back in the car. Rosaline was sobbing and highly insulted. El was just cranky and ready to smash Sands head in if he dared to make one quick remark.

Rosaline had her arms crossed and refused to look up at the giant, named El. Or to the sunglass-man called Sands. She hated them, Sands was mean to her and El made her pee behind trees like a dog. Well she wasn't! She was Rosaline, a master spy! They needed to show her respect! She was a Barillo! They where unworthy and smelly and not bothered to look at by her fearless eyes!

/Is that kid throwing daggers or is it just me?/ Sands asked after about ten minutes of dark silent.

El looked back throw the rear view mirror. /She is./ He looked to his right. /How did you know./

/I'm telepathic./

/More like psychopathic./

/People clap your hands the Neanderthal can rhyme./

/Shut up skull face./

/Now your just trying to hurt my feelings, sappy-tune./

/At leased I can have a career that doesn't include setting up a nation and backstabbing the people you work for./

/That ain't a career, it's a lifestyle. And it brings a hell lot more then playing lullabies in front of reddish tourist that somehow forgot Mexico has a lot of sun. I don't get that, I really don't. On ever god damn postcard there is a bright yellow sun, sometimes smiling. Still those lunatics forget to pack there sun cream. They never forget those revolting Hawaii shirts. If I tell you how many I have shot over a shirt like those you would be surprised./

/After everything I saw you do? I highly doubt it…/

It was finally peaceful in the car. Well… not entirely peaceful. Rosaline was still glaring, El was asking himself if Sands was joking about the tourist or not and Sands was thinking of a way to get less bored.

"I'm hungry!" Rosaline finally said, breaking the silence and making it possible to bring the car back into chaos.

"I'm hungry too, El Daddy-O." Sands weep dramatically with a grin from cheek to cheek.

"We will be at a restaurant soon, Rosaline." He comforted the girl. /And you better stop stir her up! I didn't sleep long last night and I'm been driving for a while and you better keep your mouth shut!/

Sands shrugged and lighten up a cigarette, just to annoy the other two people in the car of chaos.

.-.-.

Rosaline thought it was strange El hold Sands his wrist when the walked to the restaurant. It somehow bugged her. She remember on of the guards telling bad things about men like that. 'I think I will throw up if they kiss.' She stuck out her tongue and pressed Lolita in front of her face.

It was crowdie in the restaurant. She snored, it wasn't like the once she was use to. There where three big fat truckers sitting on the bar on iron stools and she was amazed they didn't break. However, she would love to see one of the enormous man fall down on the floor. Further, there where a few families sitting and cheering around small iron tables. They painfully remembered her to home. To papá, mamá and even Carmen.

When one of the boys bumped against her she put her head high and stuck out her small foot. The cheery boy fell on the ground and started to cry for his mommy. Pleased she scooped next to El, who she still fancied above Sands. Non of the both man seemed to had noticed her evilness, so she pouted.

A very friendly waitress appeared and handed them three menu's. El took one and thanked her, she took one and started to look at the pictures and Sands only rose a eyebrow and passed.

Her lip twitched. Not one of the pictures seemed eatable enough. They all looked as stinky as the place they'd been made! Until she came to the last page, there were very colourful ice-creams on it. Her eyes grew wide when observing the huge amounts of cold sweets.

Meanwhile El was talking to Sands, it seemed he read the cart to him. She almost laughed. Couldn't he read? He was old! A grown up! And he couldn't even read! HAH! She chuckled and showed Lolita the double strawberry-banana chocolate chips she wanted.

The waitress came back, cheery as never before. The two man ordered a basic meal, Sands

puerco pibil El tortillas and both of them a tequila. When she came next she pointed to the huge ice-cream and licked her lips in delight.

To bad El had to crush her dinner.

"You are not taking a desert as food. Pick something else." He ordered her.

She gasped. "But I want that!"

"You get ice another time, order something normal." He said.

"But I want ICE-CREAM! I don't want normal food! I'M SPECIAL!" She wined.

Sands interfered. "Cute, that's exactly what my mommy always called me…"

El growled. "You are not getting that ice-cream! Pick something ELSE!"

Rosaline's cheeks reddened. "NO! I WANT THAT DOUBLE STRAWBERRY-BANANA CHOCOLATE CHIPS!" She crossed her arms and held her breath.

Although her papá mostly would give her what she wanted after holding her breath El didn't flinch, just rose a eyebrow.

Sands sighted. "Just give the kid what she wants, whole town is probably watching this show." And he was right, the cheery family stared at him. Mothers whispering to another and dads silently thanking for the kids they had. Even a trucker cocked there way.

"If you give a child something because there behaviour is out of order they will never listen to you, Sands." El said, teacher-tone.

"Than the world will work out fine. It would be time some out of control teens stood up and took there life in there own hands."

"She's a young girl, not a revolutionist." El pointed out.

In the meantime Rosaline's face started to turn purple. Her lungs where about to blow and she desperately needed to breath. But her eyes would pop before she would take her defeat.

Luckily Sands nodded to the waitress. "Give the kid what she wants. O c'mon El, my treat. Shove your dad-skills back up your ass. I will never be a dada." He smiled. "I'm more of a sugar daddy."

Rosaline gasped and started to giggle. "You said ass!"

El rolled his eyes and Sands proudly tipped his forehead. "Tá, El Mariachi."

The rest of the dinner went reasonably well. Not one of the two man cursed and Rosaline ate her ice-scream with a smile on her face and later on her neck, cheeks and chin where covered with the sticky stuff. She felt it and licked off the strawberry flavour from her hands.

"I wanna clean my face!" She commanded El. There where a few words between him and the sunglass-man and El stood up guiding her to the ladies room.

When she closed the door she climbed on the sink and watched herself in the mirror. Her nose was pink and quickly she whipped away the cream. She washed her hands, her face and her neck. The water run down her chest and decided she was good to go.

When she jumped from the sink she stopped and turn to the mirror. She remembered her papá talk about spy stuff and what things she had to do if they where trapped or taken hostage.

"Always make sure you leave a message, Rosaline. That way your people can find you back."

It made sense. So she climbed back on the sink and let the hot water run for a wile. The condense made the mirror all foggy and Carmen would smack on her fingers for writhing her messages. Because, as she remembered. Fingertips leave a trace.

Papá, Rosaline Barillo here.

With her tongue out her mouth she made a picture of a pair of glasses and thought that way papá would know for sure it was his Rosaline talking to him. And to be absolutely sure she pressed a kiss on the mirror.

For the second time she jumped off and run into El and the sunglass-man who where ready to leave.

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She is a smart kid and I love her attitude… Until I have to baby-sit her. I also like the interaction between El and Sands, somehow they both remind me of toddlers.

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