La Escuelita as the nearest residents affectionately called it was totally completed, and like he would find later was the meeting point of many people including people who previously had been for some or another circumstances in opposite sides. The school was rebuilt as a small model of how the country would stabilize and improve, it was easy to saw in the school the desire to succeed in each of the members now composing the educational staff.
The purpose of travel was the same, He had to complete a mission for Slate. A mission that did not fit with the Justice that he was looking for but Slate was in charge and not him. So if the boss had ordered to complete a task he would do it gladly to contribute to the cause ... the tiny singer expected to accomplish it in a week .Unlike his first trip , this time no one knew where he had gone, not even Katrina know it. He called her quite often to avoid suspecion that he was not in NY, the excuses were always the same and all connected with the band.
It was not entirely false, as the taciturn and melancholy Japanese and the bold and sexy teenager whose name recalls the sky were with him. It was not safe to visit Colombia without any apparent reason so often, someone may begin to suspect so using a couple of contacts, some cash and multilingual gems they entered the country with the intention of seeking someone to finance they songs, a kind of promotional trip.

It was too early to find someone at school. It was about 3 or 4 am, he did not know it for sure because the child always get confused with the different time zones . Anyway they went to school. Takumi nor Cielle were able to conceal they astonishment when they heard the young singer answer in a perfect Spanish to those responsible of the baggage check, identification and reasons for travel.
Takumi was the most surprised although he also speaks a second language fluently. ¨I have Spanish blood¨ the boy said laughing. Even laughing Takumi added maliciously ¨ I am sure he has a girlfriend here, I bet he came here last month ¨. Cielle hastened a answer as she winked ¨ No, He likes a girl in the mansion ... ¨ The Yellow Lightning was not as fast as his nickname suggested, and did not even realized what she suggested to him with the wink. Fausto silenced them both and forced them to pay attention, it was late and he wanted to not make much noise.
A simple construction, solid and rudimentary. red bricks and some windows obscured by curtains of a darkblue. It did not cover a large area, but was rather medium . If it was possible the school seemed really anxious to get the students the next day.
One person waved from the doorway, the light was not very good so they only saw the silhouette.

Steph Warrick, aka Zombie was waving as they they come closer to the front door. His dead mouth bended in a forced smile, not 'cause he was not happy to see again the young boy that made him remember his own son. But Because it was difficult to move some muscles, like the ones in the face.
The drummer and guitarist looked each other anguished, resigned to wait until the whole conversation ended in order to know what they were talking but the stranger who greeted them spoke in a perfect english.
¨ I thought i would never see you again, I'm glad you're okay. the last time we were not in very good situation... ¨ Takumi was practically asleep by the time but very glad to find someone that anwser in a language he understood then he took the iniciative ¨What are you doing out at this time of night? ¨ Steph hesitate a moment before answering, He looked toward Fausto for his approval then he gave a nod. ¨ Well ... you could say that I'm clinically dead. I does not need sleep. I got tired of being inside and went out for a while, I came across some graffiti on a wall, so I would try to delete them before classes start.¨ The joy of having found someone he knew had left him a little stunned enough to not realize that Steph was there, why is Zombie here?. ¨ wait a minute ... why are you here? ¨ Iron Mouth asked to him.
While they surrounded the building in search of the infamous graffiti that Steph was going to delete he answered quietly. ¨ Soon after you left all ended, the conflict ceased quickly. So i escape and find a place where i could be more useful and find this school. I'm using one of the rooms as home and infirmary . Many children need attention. There it is.¨ concluded pointing to the white letters that stood out in the red wall.

¨La paz no exite , es una trampa. [¨Peace does not exist,is a trap.]
La escuela es una perdida de tiempo. [ School is a lost of time.]
Solo la violencia nos mantiene vivos¨ [ only violence keep us alive¨]


When Fausto informed them about what was writen they discuss about that , Zombie took a few steps forward and started to clean up while slowly began to speak sadly. His voice seemed to be unaffected by his death, since he showed so many tones as a living person.
¨ There are many kids who come to school but more and more of them give up and go in search of this group, the ones who did the graffiti. I do not blame them , teachers are poorly qualified, and only the five years of primary schooling are offered. Most part of teenager know better how to handle a weapon than how to write properly ... They are soldiers without war. ¨
¨ Do you know the name of the leader of the group? ¨ Iron Mouth quickly muttered as Zombie finished speaking.
¨ Jose Rodriguez, but nobody knows where he hides. ¨
Together they helped to clean up the graffiti, it was not easy but they did it quickly all together.

Soon the school was filled with life as the teachers came from different places . They hastely were getting things ready for when students arrive.
where you looked there were people going from one place to another with an air of concern, Although the school itself was completed they probably had much to do and little time to do it.
It was no accident that Cielle was there . Knowing her as Fausto knew it was easy to predict she would bring a small fortune for the trip. nor was hard to know that her soft and kind heart would melt by the unfortunate people. It was all part of his plan. He wanted to help but had no money to do it but he had some ideas that would work too .
After ask the teachers, she went out with Steph despite she was a bit impressed by his appearance. As she doesn't speak Spanish she had to rely on him . She went to buy some things like she said.
At noon she appeared again . She was sit in the passenger seat of a old van carrying all sort of audio equipment .It was obvious she wanted to mount a scenery , a beneficence concert for sure . It was a good idea if they were lucky they would also catch the attention of some of the children that left the school to follow Jose . Two birds with a stone .
Soon after a hearty lunch they started to work with the help of Steph and some others curious children . The scenery was mounted almost before midnight .When the sun started to fell in the horizon ,it was all set for a show , not a super big show but it gonna be a show for those kids that worked so hard everyday .
After school all the kids stayed there to watch the spectacle , the teachers aware their parents that they gonna arrive late .
They couldn't use all their songs cuz some one were directed for mutants and he needed to catch everyone attention . So Iron Mouth sang some ones in spanish , and some other famous songs of all the times in english.They were songs they practice at the begging so all knew how to play it . It was a nice show , Fausto was very nervous 'cause he know his plan was dull but deep inside he was still a child and hoped it to work.

The melodious words of the songs and the roars of the instruments attracted the attention of many people who came to the improvised concert only to heard them .
Soon to the students and teachers joined a lot of children and teenagers, some were accompanied by a older person , sadly most were alone despite it was almost midnight . They liked the music . Who does not like rock and roll?
When the concert ended all quickly retreated to their homes with a huge smile carved in their faces . Surely the angel with black eyes and black hair as black as darkness clawing his guitar would be the main talking point of the next day.
Someones stayed to ask for their autographs. The three were willingly to do it , even Takumi who did not like that sort of thing gifted his autograph though his were rare at least to Fausto's eyes that did not understand even a little of Japanese ideograms . When everyone left, or it seemed so , the singers gathered all the instruments and equipment and took them to the Van. They must spend the night at school because it was too late to find a hotel in the city.

Fausto that had more acute senses than the rest heard a little buzz on the grass, He did not want to worry the team so he just said he had forgotten something and hurried to find the cause of the noise. Or he/she was neglected to hide or wanted to draw his attention.
When he get close enough to the source of the noise near a bush, a little boy jumped out of the bushes.
The scared him to death, He should be around ten years or so.
¨ Sorry sir I did not want to scare you. ¨the child said timidly as he approached the singer that dramatically grabbed his chest at the heigh of the heart . ¨ No problem. ¨ Fausto replied with a smile ¨But, what are you doing at this time hidden here ? It's dangerous.¨ He nodded energetically ¨ It is, my brother does not like me to being this close to school so i was hiding. so he could not saw me if he passed near.¨ The child laughed ¨ The music was so beautiful and full of rhythm , it put the heart to beat faster, it was impossible to ignore.¨ Fausto also laughed as he ruffled his hair affectionately.
¨Do you Want an autograph, right? That's why you waited ... ¨ He nodded vigorously again and without saying a word, he approached the singer and gave him pens and paper. ¨ What's your name? ¨ wondered the singer unable to hide a smile. He had always wanted people to know his name anywhere, always wanted to be the name that everyone must mention and little by little the band could help him to reach that while giving a message to encourage mutants to not hide and to demand equality . He was proud of the band.
¨ My name is Hector, Hector Rodriguez. ¨ Fausto lifted his face from the paper where he had already written his own name and hoped to complete the dedication with the child's name . Perhaps he had heard wrong while sailing in his sea of though about the greatness of his band ... ¨ Sorry , what's your name again ? ¨ ¨Hector¨ the child quickly replied with a smile. ¨ No, the surname please. ¨ he asked again using all his patience, It was not the child's fault he was so eager to hear his answer.
¨ By any chance do know Jose Rodriguez? ¨ He nodded vigorously again, it was becoming an annoying tic.¨Is my big brother , from where you know him? " Obviously the child did not know about the graffiti or any other reason why he might be looking for him . He quickly lied to him as it was so easy to do it with people he did not know .
¨ I heard a rumor about him saying he is a hero, I would like to chat with him , i am trying to make a song about him. ¨ The child's eyes filled with brightness. ¨ Can it really be true that my brother is a hero? He never said anything about it .¨ He did not even bother to ask what he had done to be a hero .He kept repeating the word Hero without suspect anything .
¨ Ask your brother if I could see him tomorrow after noon. Since I decided the time let's him choose the place. ¨ The boy stared at him, with his eyes still full of that pride , He nodded vigorously for the last time and quickly disappeared behind the bushes and darkness. almost instantly he lost sight of him.

At the agreed time the child went to school to guide him , he went alone and walked him to the meeting point his brother had chosen, on the riverside. Surely the sound of the river would hide their talk and other sounds too .
Jose was in the small camp they had assembled there, It consisted of a couple of rudimentary tents. Jose sat on the roots of a big tree and looked drowsily while the air gently caressed his face . Recently He had not much time of sleep and the soft lullaby of the river conspired to keep his eyes closed . When two people broke that beautiful postcard Jose got up quickly taking the assault rifle that was at his feet, his eyes turned hostile but his sight quickly relaxed while he saw his brother and the stranger that Hector said was a singer .

¨ Welcome to my camp. ¨ Jose talked in a friendly tone with a solidus pride for sure for all the things he did thinking the boy who had asked a meeting agreed with his politics. They were almost the same age.

Iron Mouth did not speak in the same friendly tone, he spoke as if he was garbage. Almost spitting the words, full of poison. As corrosive as its saliva. ¨ Are you the stupid that is attacking the stability of the country? If the rumors are true, your parents died trying to reach this stability ... also you are the one eating the education of all those kids who follow you . You're ruining the future for all. ¨ Jose's face was painted red, first because he was really ashamed of having left his pride control him to think that the stranger was truly interested in his cause and after it a furious red for the stranger that dare to confront him in his own territory.

When he regained his normal expression it did not change again . Without a minor change in his face, nor a sign of anxiety or grief Jose lifted his gun quickly, Fausto was not familiar with the weapon and did not know what weapon was but he knew that was an assault rifle and in that distance could kill him instantly. For a few endless seconds the teenager was aimed straight at the chest, all his hopes and dreams crumbled when Jose pulled the trigger but miraculous nothing happened. Just a dull sound, the gun had no bullets. His heart was beating so fast and so strong that he fear to not being able to hear what he said next but the words came to him clearly.

¨ It is a memento of my father, I take it from his dead hands.¨ He stopped a second and sighed for the memory , a really sad memory . ¨ Do not talk about stability, this is not stability. this is a smokescreen used by the governent . When all fall into the routine of an easy life and forget how to fight they will attack us, the conflict will explode again and the ones that down the guard would be the most affected, we can not afford that. The war continue... ¨

He waited , processed the information quickly, there was no way to make him understand without take him down from the throne on which himself had sat, Fausto smiled. ¨ Fight like a man! Guns are not allowed! ¨ Iron Mouth ran toward Jose without paying attention to the cries of the young Hector who begged them to stop. He landed a punch to the shoulder of the teenager, It was aimed to the face, but he dodged it at the last moment, at least Jose had drop the weapon. Although it had no bullets remained an overwhelming element . Jose returned the attack with a blow to the stomach that Fausto resisted without a single step away . Guarding his position , Fausto did a excellent front kick that made him backstep a little.

¨ Violence only creates more instability.¨ Fausto growled to him even when he really wanted to bombard him with blows. Iron Mouth breathed hard dropping the words at his heart rate accelerated, while his chest rose and fell desperately trying to oxygenate his skinny body. ¨ The educated are more likely to achieve better positions, to progress a little. Do not take away that possibility from the kids. ¨ Seeing he was not going to answer to his request he jumped again into his opponent throwing punches in all directions. Jose's answered with his fists, some blows were shunned, some others not but the important thing were the words both spat out of their mouths like the foam that escapes from the mouth of two rabiousus dogs. Jose also talked with the agitation in each word. ¨ What do you know about violence? We're alone, nobody helps us . I am responsible for these kids and I will not waste their time letting them believe in an illusion. ¨ A small crowd gathered around them, children who were in the camp had gone out of their tents and watched the fight trying to follow the meaning beneath it . As they shouted their ideals, fist met fist in an endless torrent of punching a dangerous dance that followed the moans of the river until ... Jose's front kick demolished Iron Mouth who remained on the ground without the strength to rise although he did not lack of will , Jose was faster and fell on him knowing it was a possibility impossible to miss even when the movement was not very loyal-like , he restricted his movements and prepare to discharge his anger, ideals, their loneliness in a single blow. Hector that no longer cried desperately called his brother aloud by name once and by relationship later ¨ Brother! ¨ the child cried to stop him at least until his legs moved him toward them , he put a hand on his shoulder as if he could calm him at all with only that . ¨ I want to go to the school, I want to believe in peace now that we have a little of it ... please. ¨ Many children also agreed, everyone wanted to believe that the country was experiencing a moment of peace or more specifically a moment in which armed conflicts were almost reduced to nothing.

When the mind is dominated by the heart , it left hollows for some answers to emerge that nobody expected, but it is there, turning everything into a giant puzzle of possibilities. The problem with this type of answer is that when the heat of battle, the charm of it disappear or become cold enough it left another hollowed place where the mechanical source of thought take action . It is very hard to hold the decision taken . Everything seems to bombard that decision and you can not do nothing but think that maybe this was the wrong answer or with a little of hope the best of two misfortunes.
That was what had happened, when one day before the children had chosen to come back to school the answer was almost unanimous, everyone wanted to believe in peace and ignore the conflict. But now was the moment of truth, Fausto waited at the entrance and looked at every new student who entered. Many were recalled to his memory because they requested autographs the night of mini concert and others because he had seen them in the camp when the fight ended.

Not all children/soldiers attended but still was a considerable amount of them. In his mind you only could heard one question "why me?¨ He asked himself constantly . Why Slate that would be able to pick up anyone from his splendid group had bring him for that mission? He always skipped classes in the mansion without any kind of subtlety or remorse. Maybe the mission was aimed for him as well, a young soldier who wants to fight at all costs to impose justice without thinking in his own future, because Fausto was not thinking about his future, He was not interested in school and did not worried about such things. in his mind , he was magnificent enough to be placed above these worries . Slate maybe realized that and had commanded him there for let him it by himself while helping other children , then the answers was clear , it was Slate plot to help Iron to think in the possibility to take school more seriously ... Katrina could have found the answer quicker and would be able to find the best way to recruit children to school as she could lists good qualities of education .Sadly she was not there . Fortunately, the mission had gone well anyway , because for what he knew there was no other group of defectors . The only group that was on everyone's lips was Jose's.

It was really comical to see him being walked by the hand of his younger brother, Hector took Joseph to the school. Ex leader of the defectors seemed afraid to enter the school as much as a dog do not want a bath. Jose resisted at every step but his brother forcefully dragged him into school. Only lacked a collar to look like a dog . When they went near Fausto both smiled for him , a radiant smile from Hector and a scared and shy from Jose. There was no anger in the eyes of the young revolutionary nor was on the singer's eyes . How could he get mad at him ? the boy who had lost their parents in a situation so similar to him, however the situation was resolved peacefully so there was no thing to be angry about ... well, as peacefully as possible when Iron Mouth was near. Without any major damage or corrosive bite they ended the fight and the mission was completed in just a few days .
He promised to come back soon but he was not sure if Slate would approve to expend so much money in trips .