Vasquez doesn't know how to shake the bad feeling, but he thinks slipping out the other door and taking cover ought to be a good start. No one is waiting for him out there, so he thinks maybe he's made it in the clear. Lighting up a cigarette, Vasquez slides his hat back on his head and leans himself up against the nearest wall until Faraday can join him.

"Hey," comes a voice, from nearby. "You there."

Tense, but trying not to let his hand slide to his gun just yet, Vasquez lifts his gaze to find one of the two men that had been lurking outside the store approaching him. What's worse is that there's a slip of paper out of his pocket, which means that this is going to be bad.

There's only two ways out of this. Three, maybe, if he's lucky.

In every single version, though, someone ends up dead. "I'm just waiting for my friend," he says, trying to sound plenty American. "I don't want any trouble."

There's a click of a gun right by his ear and Vasquez feels the barrel of it against his neck, cold and daunting. There's the second man, then. "You should've thought of that before you killed that ranger," he snaps, glaring up at him from where he stands.

Cigarette still between his lips, Vasquez raises both hands in the air. He's a fast shot, but he's not Billy. If he tried to go for his gun, he'd be dead within seconds. The best he's got to hope for now is that they decide to take him in alive and he can figure out an escape strategy when Faraday realizes what's happened.

"Tie him," the first insists, so it looks like he is going to a jail cell after all. Maybe he should've gone for his gun. Maybe there's not a shred of bloodlust between the two, but that's not a risk to take. He lets them shove and pull him around, scraping coarse ropes over his hands as he spits out the cigarette, hoping that at least Faraday is out in time to see where he's been taken.