As we reached to the three guys; they were all holding on to their guns. Jenny walked in front of me; I walked behind a couple of steps behind her. One of the guys held out his hands to stop us.

“I think you’re lost chica…” He said to us; in a thick barrio accent.

“Yeah girl… you better roll up in that pretty car of yours and head back to La-La land; okay??” Another guy said.

Jenny took off her sunglasses and eyed at the men; standing in front of her; covering the rusty medal door. “Oh no; no… I don’t think I’m lost. I perfectly know where I am… thanks.” She said; she turned and pointed at me. “This here… is Shane McCutcheon… and I’m Jenny Shecter; I work for Ms. McCutcheon. We are here to see your boss… Mr. Garcia…” She informed the three men. 

“Well; Mr. Garcia didn’t tell us nothin’ about any McCutcheon okay?” He said; now getting his revolver out of baggy jeans. I maintained my calm and so did Jenny; I stood there motionless. Watching this unfold.

“Yes; but if you informed Mr. Garcia… I think he would like to meet us…Just say; Ms McCutcheon here is all the way from New York…” Jenny said calmly.

“Look girl… I know for a fact that Mr. Garcia ain’t in a mood to meet any yanks… ya got me? Now; you really gettin’ on my nerves now…. so why don’t you turn…

Before he could finish his sentence Jenny pulled out her 9mm and stuck it to his forehead; at the same time I took out the magnum from my holster and the .38 caliber from the back of my pants and aimed at the guys standing in between.

“Listen good okay… because I am just dying to pull this trigger right here… the three of you will lead us in and take us to Mr. Garcia… or we can blow your peanut sized brains and find Mr. Garcia ourselves…” Jenny said.

The three men were already shitting themselves. They were too slow with their guns; they wanted to look cool more with their guns stuck to their waste and this was the result.