Landing on top of one peculiar roof top, Marcos stopped jumping. He slid down a pvc pipe that managed to stretch near the ground. Jumping off, Marcos landed on the wall of the building next to the one he jumped off of only to propel himself to the ground on his feet. Walking out of the back alley, Marcos turned left and walked a few smalls steps till he reached the door to the building he was looking for. Sliding off his hoodie, Marcos entered the building.<br/><br/>Marcos went to the front desk and spoke with the attendant. He flashed his ID and followed the attendant towards a door at the end of the hall. Entering the room, Marcos took note of the various people sitting in chairs with wired phones being held up to their ears while parts of their faces were obscured by the small walls placed between them. Looking up, he saw the numbers that went towards each lot of space. Walking for a bit tell he reached 7, Marcos sat down in the empty chair that presented itself to him.<br/><br/>Marcos waited for a short while until a man sat in front of him on the other side of the glass wall between him and the other man. The man looked similar to Marcos, except his hair was cut into a flat top with no hair on the sides of his head. He wore a orange outfit with numbers that were etched across the left pectoral. Marcos picked up the phone, as did the other man.<br/><br/>"Hola hermano. ¿Cómo estás?" Marcos spoke to the other man.<br/><br/>"Estoy bien. Y tú?" The man answered.<br/><br/>"Bien bien. ¿Hablas papá?" Marcos asked.<br/><br/>"No, él no quiere hablar conmigo. Ni papá ni mamá.... No hablan mí." The man said with a saddening tone.