“There are plenty of spots you can do things in secret,” I say.There’s silence. On the other side of the path in front of us is a wide expanse o...f grass, sloping upwards to an area dense with trees and bushes. For the moment it’s completely empty of people.“On the other hand,” I say, “there’s nobody around. What do you say, Pet? Fancy a quick taste of my knob.” My hand goes to my flies as I speak.“No!” Pet says hastily. “Not here!”A cyclist appears to our right, as if to ram home the point that. Papers lay strewn about the surface of it in a haphazard manner. Don Hugo wasn't even looking at them. He was instead staring angrily at Don Diego. The man's velvet doublet was stained with drink and his eyes were red from a lack of sleep. The Spanish ambassador to the Portuguese court looked haggard at best."But your Excellency," Don Diego pressed, "if you do not rest you will not be able to think." Stop nagging me Diego," Don Hugo snarled back at him. "I will rest when these matters have been. ‘Now I know how badly you’ve been wanting this promotion. The thing I wonder though, is just how badly do you want it?’ He ponders. ‘Well I- I- I do want it badly, sir. I’d do just about anything to get it.’ I answer him. ‘Really? Would you be willing to do something many might consider… Naughty?’ He continues to wonder. I nervously swallow. I scratch my forearm. My heart continues to pound hard inside my chest. ‘Maybe…’ I finally spit out my answer. I watch as he moves a hand down below his. Fifteen minutes later they were at the gates to the catfish farm. Eddie blew his horn and waited.Wes: You see those cameras and the dogs. If you wanted to go in that compound uninvited you would need an armored vehicle at least to crash the gates.Eddie: If these two really were Swamp Dog alumni, there is a chance there is some heavy duty shit underground that would turn an armored car into an armored oven.Wes: Yeah that's what I would do. Here they come.What they thought were two men was.