Dirk returned to his room. The team had found temporary housing in the neighboring village while the complex was being rebuilt. Del Mar was a quaint town. It didn't resemble the touristy Puerta Mibela. It was a smaller town that only saw the occassional tourist there on a hike or bike ride. The fishing industry is what kept this town alive. And that was going sour as of late. As a matter of fact, the building that Kit had found for them to use was an old office building for the one of the bankrupt fishing companies with the processing plant right next door. It wasn't so bad, as long as the wind didn't come out of the north, that is.
The MBL thought that they'd be welcomed with open arms after their heroics in the hurricane. Dirk, Grimm, and Blackwulf saw that that wasn't really true. The people of Del Mar were never to fond of the capital city of Puerta Mibela. The political scene was controlled by foreigners and people of more European and American heritage than that of the local populace. It had become a haven for corrupt CEO's and organized crime kingpins who took advantage of La Perdita's lack of extradition treaties. To many of the residents of the quiet village felt that the disater was God's way of cleansing La Perdita. Dirk never bothered to ask Tayden if that was so. So far the team had been met with indifference. No one faulted them for saving lives, but some didn't think it was nice to mess with God's plan. But this was home for the team for now. They'd just have to get used to it until the complex was rebuilt.
Dirk sat down to watch the news. Hopefully they would have stopped all the special interest stories about how the rich, white upper crust citizens of Puerta Mibela were doing after losing their yatchs in the storm.
"Oh, Christ," Dirk mumbled as the wind shifted and came from out of the north.
