"Wise words from a stupid man."

I furrowed my brows, "You want us to leave him here?" 

"It's not about what I want, it's about what he wants. If he wants us to leave him here that's what we're going to do," Hayley responded.

Cloey frowned, "So you're saying he only lead us here for you to deliver that thumb drive?"

Hayley folded her arms and hmphed, "I will not be repeating myself."

Cloey rolled her eyes, "This looks like bullshit to me. Brazil is huge, why send us here where he is captured out of all places just to meet up with his delivery lapdog?"

Hayley gasped, "Did she just call me a delivery lapdog?"

"If the shoe fits," Cloey challenged.

I leaned against the wall to ease some of the pressure off my injured foot and brought my fingers to my chin, "Cloey's right."

"I'm not a delivery lapdog!" Hayley argued.

Cloey snickered, "I thought we were supposed to be keeping our voices down."