In Argentina: Zinda and Cap
It was storming, which was just the perfect crap cherry on her crap sundae. They'd chased their lead to this area outside of Buenos Aires, but had been finding a maze of dead ends and circles since their arrival.
As it was Zinda was sitting at the desk in the room they'd rented looking over a map. Sure she had the computer but this was paper in front of her. Something tangible she could feel, which made her feel better even if they were coming up with naught.
She'd turned on a small satellite radio for some background noise. She knew it had been election day. She'd early voted, but hadn't been worried like some about the results. Sure she'd been an early teen but she'd survived Coolidge going fishing while Mississippi was flooded to the extremes, and she'd survived Hoover.
She could survive whoever won this one. She might not like it, but she'd deal.
The news came on announcing the victor and Zinda looked up instantly from her map. "Steve, did I just hear that right?" She said moving her hand to notch up the volume.