It was actually an old Spanish Colonial fort as he had discovered while milking information about the site from his sources. According to local legend, it was built on top of older Mayan ruins on orders from an insane Spanish General who had been suffering from syphilis. Jimenez as it turned out was just the latest in a long line of blood thirsty maniacs who had occupied the top of the mountain. It seemed to be a tradition. The climb was up a sheer rock wall while challenging it was not particularly technical in nature. He had been a rock monkey in a past life and made quick work freeclimbing up a crevice in the rock. As he moved up the wall he reached back to the rappelling harness he wore and pulled off pieces of equipment to secure into the cracks in the rock. They had begun climbing just before midnight and were already several hundred meters up the cliff. Nikita was slowly climbing hand over hand below him. They had approached through the jungle after nightfall, walking as far uphill as possible before beginning their ascent upwards to the fortress.
