Paco Valdez
You begin your frantic search through the old barn, fighting back the overwhelming nausea that has followed in the wake of Jose's 'friendly' blow to your noggin. Reminds you a bar fight you were in once with an old Mountain Man who you had to be some sort of cross breed between human and grizzly with the bear genes predominating. You were out cold for close to a week from that incident. Since then, you've vowed to never to cheat in a card game involving drunken mountain men.
Back to the present, you need to stay focused. After fifteen minutes or so you realize that there really aren't any other exits than the one that the confounded little Mexican used. In your frustration, you aim a well placed kick to a weak section of the weathered barn's walls. BAM!!!
A hole large enough for a dog to stroll leisurely through opens up beneath your booted foot. Seems the old wooden planks that have endured so many harsh seasons are finally weakening. Unfortunately, the sound of the wall giving way has alerted your captors to your actions. As the skinny Mexican runs in to investigate, his pistol drawn and ready, you realize you have only moments to make a crucial decision!
Back to the present, you need to stay focused. After fifteen minutes or so you realize that there really aren't any other exits than the one that the confounded little Mexican used. In your frustration, you aim a well placed kick to a weak section of the weathered barn's walls. BAM!!!
A hole large enough for a dog to stroll leisurely through opens up beneath your booted foot. Seems the old wooden planks that have endured so many harsh seasons are finally weakening. Unfortunately, the sound of the wall giving way has alerted your captors to your actions. As the skinny Mexican runs in to investigate, his pistol drawn and ready, you realize you have only moments to make a crucial decision!