[sO fReAkIn oDd]

It was quiet in the helicopter, something you wouldn't expect. The screaming blades seemed deffly quiet as I had grown accustomed to them.

Pablo sat across from me, with a big columbian grin on his face. His lips moved when he said something.

"WHAT?" I yelled at the top of my lungs.

He said it again but louder, the whirling blades seemed louder every time we talked.

"WHAT!?"

"WE ARE ERE!" I finally heard.

I looked out the window. Below, sprawled against the lush Columbian jungle was a gorgeous Villa, a fortress of comfort and beauty. I could think of so many of his enemies who would kill (and have) in an attempt to enter his castle of Cocain.

The helicopter set down, I hopped out with Pablo and we walked hunched over until we arrived at a safe distance. We approached two very large sets of wooden doors. Pablo turned back and faced me as he pushed open the door and said,

"Welcome, to Casa el Pablo."

The doors swung open.

I entered the room, gold and works of art furnished almost everything in the entrance.

"You have a lovely house Pablo." I said as I walked deeper into the main hall.

"Yes Danny, de finest house in all of Columbia. And chu are the second white man to see eet." He laughed.

"Who was the first?" I asked and laughed at the same time.

A grim look came over Pablo's face, "He's dead. He betrayed me, his name was Phil Crostaki. A cleaner, like yourself." He paused, "I beat eem to death with a metal bat, I believe he died on the 178th swing." Paublo stared off into space, and then abruptly began to laugh. "but let us not speak of such troubled times, let us speak of business." He turned to me, "Danny do you know how to say 'business' in Columbian?" he asked me.

"I really dont know much Columbian Senor Cortez." I replied.

He stared at me and smiled, "Cocain." he said.