"300 seconds."

I was pretty sure we were still in Brazil, but I was also pretty sure that we were in a part of Brazil we were not supposed to be.

After helping Jerry onto the dock, we found ourselves facing a bustling market where men were loading loot onto boats, vulgar men and women vocally advertised possibly illegal products, and rich-looking criminals spoke in hushed tones.

What am I even supposed to do here?

No one paid any attention to us and it slightly eased my nerves as I struggled to locate my bravery. Just as I was about to step forward, Cloey held onto my arm.

She looked between me and the violent crowd with great fear, "Where do you think you're going?"

I pulled her in front of me, "You're right, where the hell am I going? You got us into this mess so you should lead us through the crowd of criminals."