“Ernie, then you gotta go,” Dominick urged.
“Packing here,” Ernesto motioned to his bag and large cedar chest that was nearly full.
“You need to take something with you though, here take this,” Dominick produced a large wooden crucifix from under his jacket and stuffed it into his clothes bag.
“Dom, I won’t need a cross that size,” Ernesto argued.
“It’s one of my woodshop specials,” Dominick winked and smiled as he zipped up the bag.
“You really are a mad genius when it comes to those things. Which one is it,” Ernesto asked? “Even though I really don’t think I will need it.”
“Model number six and this angel or yours only said that you would be safe on your journey,” Dominick reminded. “Did she say anything about after you got there?” Ernesto paused for a moment and tried to recall his experience, and then shook his head in disbelief.
“He’s right, yet again,” Rodrigo shook his head as well. “It must be a miracle.” Ernesto finished packing and entrusted his now locked cedar chest to his friend Rodrigo until he returned, and was soon driven, albeit haphazardly, to the airport by Dominick. He did not know what awaited him in Mexico but he found himself getting excited at last.
Cihuatlan Mexico was a small and quaint seaside Mexican village. It was located about 150 miles southwest of Guadalajara and also 150 miles southeast of Puerto Vallarta. It was located in the Mexican state of Jalisco. Ernesto stepped out of his taxi and took in a deep breath. He closed his eyes and filled his lungs with the freshest sea air he had ever inhaled. He listened to ever so faint sounds of seabirds chirping all around him, and barely noticed when the cab drove off. He opened his eyes and wondered what was next, and his question was quickly answered.
“Oh Dios mio,” an old balding priest uttered as he rushed towards him! Ernesto was surprised when the old priest grabbed his hands and began to kiss them. “My prayers have been answered!”
“Excuse me padre, but why have your prayers been answered,” Ernesto asked?
“You are a cazador, a hunter are you not?” The priest looked Ernesto up and down. “Yes, you are the man that was described to me in my prayers.” Ernesto was now sure this was why he was sent here. Although he had not completed his training, and was not yet officially a member of the Order, he was ready for anything. He was sent here by a vision given to him by an angel, and there was evil to be dealt with.
“Padre, I am here now, how can I help?” Ernesto picked up his bag and began walking with the priest down the streets of Cihuatlan.
A few hours later Muna got off a bus with around ten other people. The streets were near empty, it was close to 4pm and she could barely spot anyone milling about. A woman who had also gotten off the bus spotted Muna’s bewilderment. She came back to her, “it is siesta time.” The woman was short a mere five feet tall and wore a colorful dress adorned by scarves.
“Siesta, what’s that,” Muna asked?
“It’s the time of the day when everyone takes a long lunch. It usually happens between 2pm and 5pm. Are you waiting for someone?” She looked Muna up and down and knew right away she was both lost and alone.
“It’s my first time in Mexico, I’m sorry, my name is Muna.”
“My name is Carmen Dos Santos de Castellano, and it is a pleasure to meet you.” The woman stepped up very close to Muna, as if she had no concept of personal space and extended her hand.
“Hello,” Muna shook the woman’s hand and smiled. “And no, I’m not waiting for anyone, I’m here alone.”
“Well that is not good,” Carmen said, turned and began walking. “Come with me, it is not proper for a young lady to walk outside unescorted.” Muna followed the older woman, and soon they reached a small establishment. To her, it looked like a small motel of sorts.
“Is this your inn?” Muna looked at the small building and was suddenly hit with a rich aroma.