(If Oscar was supposed to be driving this whole time, completely disregard everything I say!)<br/><br/>Some time during the drive to the next city, Oscar had found the scratchy upholstery in the truck to be very comfortable, or, more likely, he was just so exhausted that his standards of comfort were lowered, and leaning against the passenger door, he had simply nodded off, the gentle bumps in the road mostly absorbed by the big truck's shocks and not disturbing him, the words being spoken by his team mates around him mostly fading into background noise. It wasn't until he heard a truck door slam, and then the musical lilt of Voltaje's spanish voice conversing to someone, who he guessed with his eyes shut must have been someone with a little authority or knowledge, about the cause of the city's disruption in traffic and excess civilian foot travel. Oscar reluctantly opened his eyes to see about as much panic on the streets as he could have expected from the exchange of words. It wasn't full blown Chile earthquake, but there were a lot of worried faces, some streaked with tears, and a lot of people carrying perishable goods between cars stalled in traffic.<br/><br/>"A wall?" Oscar mumbled tiredly as he sat up in his seat, self-consciously running a hand through his hair to make sure he was at least halfway presentable, although he need not be presented to anyone. Pangs of pain rang through his face still, the smart of Elemental's big punch still fresh on his mind.<br/><br/>As plans were laid out, the always skeptical Oscar found several red flags. "Okay, assuming that Talpert will be safe, guarding muddy rivers back there... Assuming he won't be able to break out of the tarp he's wrapped in... How do we know that this guy doesn't have anyone watching his back? What's to stop a few angry Bolivian guerillas from kicking down the doors? A hotel is not exactly a prison," he posited.