"Hold on a minute," Gwen said, throwing out her hand for emphasis about a block from the defunct Safe. Everyone screeched to a halt, Dark with some difficulty. "You guys had a car, right?"
"Yeah, we parked it down the way," Kai answered. "Why, you thinking we should change cars?"
"You read my mind. They could've slipped a tracker onto the thing without you even knowing."
"How are we going to manage to get a new car?" Robyn quipped. "We don't know anyone out here who could help us out."
"Au contrair, mi amiga ciega," replied Gwen
"You have a contact?"
"I do indeed." She pulled out an ancient TracFone. "This, my friends, is our direct connection to some new transportation." Before anyone could object she furiously began to dial. Their end of the conversation sounded something like this:
"Oije, ¿Enrique? Es mí. Supongo estás bien hatheh te vi, ¿no? Bueno, escucha: nethesito manera de transporte... yo sé que no ahmos ahbla'o... corta la miécoles, podemos ahblar luego. lo siento, no sé si eres consthientes de eso, pero estamos en un sitio ciñido... sí, 'estamos,' estoy con mi gente.... Sí, sí, sabemos nuestro calidad, a'ora ¡ven acá, por favor!" She clicked off the phone and turned to face her utterly baffled compatriots. "What?"
"Now I'm no Spaniard," Dark began, "but I have no idea what you just said."
Gwen shrugged. "Anything of worth that was said there was that my bud Enrique's going to bring transportation to a prespecified location."
"Speaking of locations, what about the phone?" Kai asked nervously.
Without any ado Gwen dropped it on the pavement, then brought her heel down on it with great force. "What phone?" she questioned, grinning innocently and brushing the broken plastic into the alley. "C'mon, with Gimpy here we only have so much time t'get t'where we need t'get to."
"Is she always like that?" Kai muttered to Dark and Robyn, jerking his head toward Gwen's back. He rolled his eyes in reply.
Robyn sighed, "Man, you ain't seen nothin' yet."
"I was afraid of that."