The last was Buenos Aires. With large swaths of unregulated slums, Buenos Aires appeared to be a perfect hunting ground. The city was unsafe and the p...lice were overwhelmed, corrupt, and unconcerned about the peasants. Unfortunately, most of the file was in Spanish, which was not one of the languages Hunter knew well. While he could pick out some words, he was not able to get the gist of the various reports.Translation services would take time and secure translation services would take even. They had taken their idea to the school board who had thought it sounded like a great idea. It was decided they would take the responsibility for the paperwork and technical stuff, but would leave all the planning of the events and activities up to the girls of the student council.The girls all new exactly what they wanted, this was going to be a fun day centred around poo, the student council got together in a brain storming session and came up with lots of ideas, they had all the usual boring. " Did I hear you say that finding things underground is what you and your friend do for a living?" Clark asked. Before either could answer he added, "I know Budzinski shouted our names in the transporter room, but once again: I'm Ensign Clark and this is Sergeant Budzinski. We're both Confederacy Marines, and you are... ?"Miguel was closer to Clark and extended his hand, "I'm Miguel Diego and my nosey friend here is Chester Rawlings. Up until today we made our livin' lookin' for oil. We don't. ..' I stopped struggling and allowed him to guide me through the doorway. I was placed on a couch and my head laid back as I tried to focus on my surroundings. I heard whispering off to one side and tried to focus in that direction and heard '...he's too drunk too know...it won't take much...'at least we will have some fun...' I dosed off and was awaken by my pants being removed, I started to protest and heard my rescuer voice say '...it's alright, you're safe and secure. I'm just making you.