CARLOS POV
I remained close by as Fletcher tended to our kin. We had gotten dressed before coming out to the city square.
Being exposed wasn't something that annoyed me, since every other person was wearing clothing I would have felt odd standing before them lightly clad.
I wore a pair of trousers with no shirts on, totally uncovering the brilliant tattoo on my right arm going up to half of my chest. The tattoo of an olive growing on a vine gave my appearance another dimension.
Fletcher wore tight-fitting pants and a black leather jacket, leaving it half-open to flaunt his chest. He had rolled his sleeves up, and stood still with his hands on his hips.
"This is really urgent, we need everyone's help, I'm pleading with you all to help me out on this. It will be for our own
