Tarasov Prison | Outside Punta Arenas, Chile | Friday Morning
Rose was getting a little bit sick of going to cool places and not getting to enjoy them at all. First Russia and now Chile. The other thing these two had in common was a language she wasn’t exactly...fluent in. Why couldn’t they speak Russian in Chile? She could get by in Russian.
Apparently money spoke Spanish pretty well though, and they’d managed to rent a car (well, a “car”) and find a hotel room with it. The money also helped them find an outfitters (that usually set people up for going to Antarctica which was freaking awesome) to get some stuff that was hard to find in Court.
She’d convinced Lissa to stay back in the hotel while Rose and Kyle scouted out the location of the prison. They’d found blueprints and forms in the Tarasov file at Court, but it only gave longitude and latitude for the actual location, and right up until Rose actually saw the hulking building through her new binoculars, she’d almost expected them to be wrong. “Huh,” she commented, lowering the binoculars to squint at the huge facility. “It’s actually there.”
[OOC: For the one helping facilitate the whole maximum security breakout]
Apparently money spoke Spanish pretty well though, and they’d managed to rent a car (well, a “car”) and find a hotel room with it. The money also helped them find an outfitters (that usually set people up for going to Antarctica which was freaking awesome) to get some stuff that was hard to find in Court.
She’d convinced Lissa to stay back in the hotel while Rose and Kyle scouted out the location of the prison. They’d found blueprints and forms in the Tarasov file at Court, but it only gave longitude and latitude for the actual location, and right up until Rose actually saw the hulking building through her new binoculars, she’d almost expected them to be wrong. “Huh,” she commented, lowering the binoculars to squint at the huge facility. “It’s actually there.”
[OOC: For the one helping facilitate the whole maximum security breakout]