Luis Armando Javier Medina Acosta was lying in his cell, when one of the guards told him he had a visitor.

"Since when do I have visitors?"he asked.

"Beats me, but you better hurry up. I don't have your time, Medina."

Javier got up, tidied his hair a bit, and followed the guard. There, a woman with dark hair, brown eyes, and wearing a brown suit was waiting for him.

"You've made a mistake."he told the guard. "I don't know this lady."

"She asked for you."

"Ah."

Javier sat down.

"So, you asked for me, Lady? Listen, I'm not really interested in anything. I'm just here to serve my sentence, three years, then I'm outta here, and back to my normal every day life. Well, I just gotta keep in mind to stay out of here for the rest of my life. It's the first time its happened to me, see."

"You don't have to serve three years in here, Luis."said the woman.

"Really? I though that was what the judge decided. But if you have another sentence that's shorter, I'm all ears. If it's longer, then forget it. And I don't think I'm too keen on doing community service, or anything like that."

"You don't have to do community service."

"Oh, wait a minute, something else I overlooked. How do you know my name? Most everybody here goes by their surname. And why exactly would you like to help me?"

"I have my reasons."she said.

"Really, Miss…?"

"Darkholme. Raven Darkholme."

"Well, that's an interesting name. Where are you from? Or no, wait, before you answer that, why don't you share with me, why you want to help me."

"I said I have my reasons."

"Hmm. And exactly how are you going to help me?"

"You're not serving a lot of time in here. You're leaving as soon as I can arrange it."

"Oh. A cambio de que? O sea, in exchange for what?"

"You won't stay in New York City."

"I was thinking of leaving anyway. I don't know what kind of charm this city hold for its inhabitants. I like el DF a little better. Much more…civilized people, you know."

"You aren't going anywhere, except where I tell you."

"So, in exchange for getting me out of here, I become your slave?"he asked, smiling a little. "Lady, I can get out of here another way. I have my ways, you know. I'm just waiting a little longer, for my own reasons. And I am not staying here much longer! I don't know why the hell I came here in the first place. Odio a estos gueritos. I want to go home to my own people. A mi patria."

Miss Darkholme frowned.

"And how much longer are you staying here, then? I think you were in here for theft."

"Well, yes. Ufortunately, a little business of mine went the wrong way, but supposing I was to accept, where exactly would I have to go? Look, I have to know, okay?"

"Not very far from here."

"Within these borders? Didn't you just hear what I said, Miss? A mi no me cain bien estos gueritos."

"You wouldn't have to associate with any people you don't want to."

"Oh, no? Listen, Lady, you better tell me the whole truth. I don't like it when people leave holes. Everything. Why exactly do you want me out of here?"

"I said I had my reasons."

"Why me? You are nothing to me. We aren't related. Or at least, not that I know of. Let me guess, you have some kind of a business in mind, and you need me for it. To help you, or something. Am I right?"

"Why, yes. Amazingly, Luis, you are right."

"Oh, yeah? Well, if that's the case, just give me the details. Where will this business be taking place, and what exactly do I have to do. Just know one thing, there had better be a good deal of money involved. As you can probably tell, I'm pretty broke at the time, and I'm just not used to that kind of lifestyle, believe it, or not. I like to live comfortably."

Miss Darkholme smiled.

"Things are almost ready for your release."she told him. "You shall be out of here in only a few more weeks. During that time, I shall be attending to some other business that I have."She reached into her purse, and took out a piece of paper and some money, and handed them to Luis. "When you are released, which shall be very soon, you shall go to these address,"she pointed to the piece of paper. "And use this money to get you there. There, you shall receive your first instructions, do you hear?"

"And how exactly am I supposed to get there, Lady? In case you haven't noticed, we're in New York City, this place is in Bayville, wherever the hell that is. Am I supposed to take the plane? Have you got my ticket? I don't fancy traveling by bus, and I don't have a car, not to mention the fact that I don't know where the place is."

"You'll just have to travel by bus, is all."she said to him. "Unless you prefer for me to cancel everything, and stay here, in the lap of luxury."she gestured around her.

"Oh, well, I guess I'll take the bus, then. I mean, this place does get on my nerves sometimes, especially where the food is concerned. Believe it or not, I do miss my mother's cooking. I'd settle for anything that comes close to it. Okay, and I'll meet you at this address, then?"

"I believe I shall be away."

"So, then who do I talk to?"

"There will most likely be no one. However, you shall receive your instructions. You will find them underneath the sofa. And don't try to take money or anything and run off. I shall be keeping an eye on you."

Luis laughed.

"Well, well, well, the lady thinks of everything, doesn't she? What, and I being followed, or something?"

"Yes."

"You wouldn't have some extra cash to get ahold of some cigarettes, or something, would you? It's kind of difficult to get them around here."

"No."she said, simply.

"All right, time's up."

Luis got up.

"Well, I gotta go back to my cell. It's been my home, for the past few months. I guess then, I won't be seeing you for til you come back from wherever you're going?"

"We'll see."

"Uh-huh."

He walked back to his cell.

"Stupid, freaky old lady."he said to himself, lighting a cigarette.

He looked at the money and the address she had given him.

"Well, it's going to get me out of here, and as far as those little instructions and such go, well, I've gotten out of worse scrapes. Ha, she has me being followed, ha. Not even the tightest security will hold me."