CHAPTER 4 – THE PRESENT
“Hey Mexico, put your mask on if you do not want to die young!” Jenny scolded him.
Pedro looked up at her, who was trying to see beyond the curtain of flames and smoke in front of them using her binoculars “I’m Brazilian, not Mexican!” he replied, tired of repeating it every single time.
Jenny shrugged “Always Latin America it is!” she put her binoculars away and sat down, frustrated “And yet they should already be here!” she complained “Scouts spotted them two days ago.”
Pedro shook his head “I would not be so impatient for ants to arrive, you know?”
Jenny smiled maliciously “I want to see them burn, hear the crunch of their exoskeletons and smell their burnt flesh!”
Pedro shook his head dejectedly.
She looked at him in amazement “You should want the same mo
