Several days of walking had rewarded Alex with a new town, a new place to stay for the next few weeks at least. It wasn't huge, Alex would not be able to hide here unless he landed in the good graces of the locals, but it was enough. He would need money, a quick something that wouldn't be missed too much, but that was fine.<br/><br/>As he entered town he noticed a crowd gathering, come kind of festival. Festivals were good, lots of people, big crowds, easily a place to earn money either honestly or dis-honestly. He would have to look for the opportunity.<br/><br/>As he was walking through the crowd, he saw a man built more powerfully then any human Alex had ever seen talking with the crowd, shaking each of their hands and accepting students. Alex recognized him from the tournament that had been on television all over the place while he was in Venezuela. As tempting as the offer of free martial art lessons could be, training under someone that famous could not go well for Alex while he was trying to stay under the radar. But then he heard the man rebuke a few young men.<br/><br/>It was at that exact moment that Alex was passing through the crowd, right next to the particular youth that had bragged about his ability to bench press a measly 175 pounds. Alex personally could probably bench somewhere around that, but he had fought and easily defeated children his same age who could bench press 200 at the tender age of twelve. Something about the boy's bragging made him unable to help himself. He gently bumped into the young lad, and moved as if he had nearly knocked himself over.<br/><br/>"I'm so sorry," Alex said in Portuguese, "I'll really should be more careful." He then started to walk off, the boy's wallet in his own pocket already, but the money in Alex's pocket instead. The motion had been far to fast for the human eye to follow, Alex was sure that no one there could have seen it...