"I have no idea." Amber didn't like Silver. "No ****in' idea." Amber started to walk toward the car.

"Either way, I should probably go back and get him. He seems like he'd be willing to help us out, and we've gotta clear outta here before the cops come."

Silver returned with a flourish. "Mmk, got my lunch. You guys escaped from somewhere? Nevermind, you can tell me on the way. Get in."

(Dunno if you got the footless dude, we need him alive for questioning. Or dead for non-being-a-witness.)

"By the way," Chris said, "Why would you need the guy the you shot? We know what happened." Suddenly, he became distracted. "Oh, hang on..." He walked towards a silver BMW parked a few spaces over that looked like it had been in a small crash (and in truth it had). He opened the driver's side door, reached behind the seat, and grabbed a laptop bag. He closed the door. Walking back over, he said, "I think I may have just found how they found us here."

Silver looked the laptop over. "GPS, eh? Cool. Imma play League of Legends on this....oh, the survivor? If we leave him here,he'll tell the cops lies about us. If we take him, he might be able to tell us more about whoever you're running from. "

"We know pretty well who we're running from," Chris said, "And about the survivor..." He pulled out his gun with one hand and shot the guy, completely without warning. "Can't lie to the cops anymore. Anyways, we should get going." He got in the passenger side of Silver's Wrangler, and got his laptop out of the bag.

Silver stuck his tongue out. "I know YOU know who you're running from. Now AYE need to know."

"I can explain when we're on the road." He looked over at Amber. "C'mon, get in."

Amber climbed in. She decided not to take sides between the the two, so she kept her mouth shut.

"Okay."
Silver had been driving down a twisted network of side streets and alleys.
"Even though your girlfriend keeps cutting evil eyes at me, I'm going to let you guys hideout at my safe house. But I'm not going to risk my life for nothing. I'm only 18. Hell, I ain't even lost my virginity yet. Ssh. Don't tell anyone. Where was I? Oh yeah. Why gangsters shooting at you?"

"To sum it up, we were in the mafia and tried to steal a quarter of a million dollars from them," Chris said, "Things didn't go too well."

Silver was silent for a minute.

"Um."

"That's, uhh..."

"...adventurous. I assume you two have a reason?"

Amber thought about the money. "Do we still have it?" Amber assumed not

"I'm assuming that they took it back last night, the first time they caught us," Chris said. He then went to answer Silver. "We both hated doing what we were assigned to, and when we were trusted with the 250 grand we figured we may as well take it and run. I just forgot that Amber here isn't used to being directly in combat."

"Kay, so first order of business, get you guys cleaned up, fed and rested. Then party?" Silver asked as he pulled into his place.

"Honestly, I'd like to be back on the road to some point soon," Chris said, "If way stay in one place for too long then it only gets worse. Besides, if we get going again soon we might be able to make South Carolina by dinnertime."

Silver made a face. "Ugh. You two are no fun. Alright, but we're going to need weapons and food. And weapons. One of ya'll has to help me load the Jeep, the other can shower or do whatever. Just...watch for booby traps at the doorway."

"Security measures?" Amber made assumptions again. She did that alot.

"I'm not even gonna begin to ask," Chris said with a sigh.

Amber shook her head and looked out the window again.

"Correct, ma'am. Unfortunately they cannot be disabled, and are permanent. At least You'll be safe here for a short time. If you two want, I can continue on helping ya'll after you're ready to go."

"I'm sure that would be extremely civil and accommodating. You seem problematic and out for yourself, but in the midst of that you seem benevolent." Amber looked at Silver curiously wondering if she was right.

Silver laughed. "Problematic, eh? Hmm...I do believe you're somewhat closer to figurin' me out than my high school counselor, that's for sure."

"I'm just attentive." Amber forced her gaze back to the window.

"So, how do we get around the security measures?" Chris asked. He didn't actually speak his thoughts; at that point he was pretty much thinking 'This guy is ****ing insane.'

"I'll lead you two around em. Hey, if you're hiding from gangs and stuff, it's better to be prepared."

"Alright," Chris got out of the car. "At least if it kills me I wouldn't have died from being shot by the mafia."

"It's not so bad. Really it's not." Silver lead the pair thru about three traps, then stopped. "Okay, there's no more. Help yourself to the shower, the TV, the fridge. "Oh, and this computer has Internet access. Don't mind the Homepage, it's just this site called Victory Road."
*blank stare*
"You know, like in Pokemon?"
"O.o"
"Not that I like Pokemon, I mean I DID complete the Sinnoh PokeDex, which is cool because..."
"o.O"
"Umm...okay then just go to Google. Forget everything I said. I'm gonna be in the kitchen making food."

Chris decided to instead use his computer; he managed to get the wireless password for Silver's Internet, and proceeded to open a web browser and went to Google Maps.

"Amber, come over here," he said, "I figured out a route yesterday."

Amber came over and looked at the computer screen. "Hurry up. I'm not trying to rush you but I would like a shower."

"Alright. We can ride the I95 all the way up to New York. From there we can get on the I90 to Buffalo, and then over to Canada. Danger points will be in New York and Buffalo, where we have to get off the interstate."

"So avoid stopping, just in case?" Amber followed the map with her eyes and waited for an answer.

"That's the idea. Stay moving and they won't be able to interfere so easily." He zoomed in around New York. "As for the border... being Niagara Falls and all, there's lots of tourist stuff, so it's rather confusing to figure out where the bridge is. I've been there before, I know firsthand."

"So what do you suggest?" Amber leaned in a little mor eto see better. Her contacts were bothering her again.

"We can figure it out when we get there. Anyways, you can go have your shower now." He closed the laptop, and went over to the couch to take a nap. It was nice to be somewhere where they could stay without getting attacked. Of course, he knew they shouldn't stay too long, but they may as well make their visit worthwhile.

Silver set the platter of food down quietly and sat, waiting for either Amber to get outta the shower or Chris to wake up.

Amber went into the bathroom and started up the water. As she tested the water, she thought to herself. "Why did Chris and I decide stealing the money was a good idea?"

Chris woke up. He checked the time on his phone, and sighed, noticing that he had only slept for a few minutes. He got up and went over to his laptop to entertain himself, as there wasn't anything productive that could be done at that point.

Amber got out of shower. She dried and threw back on her clothes. As Amber stepped out of the bathroom, she noticed Chris and in her typical girly fashion asked, "What up?"

"Nothin'. We should probably hit the road soon, before we're found."

"True." Amber smiled faintly and grab the towel. She walked away fluffing her hair and threw the towel on the bathroom counter.

Just then, Chris noticed a silver Porsche pull up in front of the door. "Speak of the devil, it seems we have just been found. God damn it." Then, a girl who looked slightly older than Chris stepped out, and Chris came to a realization. "Hang on, I know her..."

Silver yawned. "I know you um...might not need the food, or whatever, but if you need her, you might want to somehow warn her that she's about to get her brains blown all over the sidewalk, my Jeep, and that fancy-ass sports car she has."

"Chris, who is she?" Amber looked toward Chris. She waited patiently for her answer.

"****, I forgot!" Chris managed to get her attention just before she set off one of the traps. "Don't step on the sidewalk!" She looked confused. "It's hard to explain," Chris said. He then replied to Amber. "This is Jess; ex-girlfriend."

"...Anyways, you called?"

"Actually, no... I didn't."

"Well, I heard you were in danger. We've got connections. And considering we're still on good terms, I figured I may as well help." She looked back down the alleyway nervously. "The mob was on my ass back down the road though, I just hope they haven't followed me..."

Silver cursed. "****ING HELL. NOW I HAVE TO KILL.MORE STUPID PEOPLE. RRG. GET YOUR STUPID ASS IN THE WINDO-NO, USE THE GRASS, NOT THE SIDEWALK!"

"Dammit Chris, your and your STUPID girlfriend! Amber's nice, SHE doesn't GIVE MY LOCATION AWAY..."

He was in a rage.

Chris turned to Silver. "Hey - it's not my fault she's here!"

"How did you know we were here?" Amber speculated that if Jess could figure out their location, someone else could do the same.

Silver interrupted. "Ir-****ing-relevant. Right now it's shooting time. The traps will take care of most, but we'll need to mop up the rest."

He flipped a switch, and a mounted .50 caliber appeared next to one window, and he pointed oout two closets. "Heavy arms, long guns, launchers in that one, SMGs and handguns there. Get ready. I'll man the 50 cal."

"I'll go out to the main road and see what they're doing; possibly hold them off if I can," Jess said. She got back in her car and drove off down the alleyway.

Amber felt ignored but kept the feeling to herself. She went along the whatever plan was insued at this moment

(inb4Jessbetraysusbtw)

(oh, I have other plans)

Jess came back not long later. "They've set up a trap at the main road; there are too many to fight off. I tried distracting them, but the seem intent on getting you three."

"Great." Amber was exceedingly sarcastic at this point.she mumbled to herself, "Canada"

"Um...could you guys maybe shut the **** up and grab a gun?"

"They're not gonna approach us. It's useless." Chris thought for a moment. "...Say, you got a sniper rifle anywhere?"

"AAAAAAY sniper rifle. Heh. Heh Heh. Well of course, brb."

Silver ran down a hallway and rummaged around in a room for a bit before returning with three A7's and one PSG, along with a Dragonuv and a SSG-89.

He almost fell 4 times.

"Eerr..h-help me with these please Chris...", feeling embarrassed.

Amber kept her mouth shut and looked around. She didn't much about fighting, so she decided to only help if absoultely necessary.

"I only needed one..." Chris grabbed a random sniper rifle from Silver's arms, and walked out the door, making sure to avoid the traps the same way as they had come in. "I'll call out if I need help," he said, as he ran off.

About a minute later, you hear Chris's voice. "Guys, need a little help he--" His voice was cut off, and you hear the distant sound of the rifle clattering to the ground.

Amber grabbed her pistol and ran out to try to help. She didn't want anything to happen to Chris. "Chris?"

(Y U GO OUTSIDE )

Silver thought Amber could handle it, and went upstairs, setting up rifles at the windows.

(It's a spur of the. Moment thing)
Amber went on looking for Chris. She refused to leave him behind

When Amber got to Chris, it was definitely a... surprising sight. All of the mob had gone, leaving Chris leaning against a wall, unconscious. There was a patch of blood just above him where his head had hit the wall. The rifle was on the ground next to him, its scope shattered.

"CHRIS!!" Amber tried to shake him a little to se if he would respond. She started to tear up. Amber carefully picked up Chris's lifeless body and decided to carry him back to Silver.

Silver sighed when Amber climbed up the stairs with Chris.

"Just HAAAD to leave the nigh-impenetrable fortress, Chris...Jesus. I've got a k.o'd guy and two girls. Fight hasn't even started yet, I'm feeling like quitting. Mumble grumble ****..."

"Set him down over there, it looks like he has a concussion. His clothes are bugged, which is why they left him alive. They want you and me, too. Search him, the bugs are there; I know. Call Jess up here, tell her to help me shoot while you do that."

That was a lot of information to process at one time, however she synthesisized the order as best she coul. Amber set Chris where Silver had saidand started checking him for bugs.

(sowwiee :S)

(It's fine)

Jess managed to get past the traps at the front door, and came up the stairs. "So," she said, "How bad is it?" She sounded concerned.

Amber looked over toward Jess. "Look." Her eyes were tear-filled. "Do you know what to do?"

"Unfortunately not... although he'll likely somewhat recover on his own."

Silver facepalmed ; and leapt over to the Dragunov. "H-hey...guys? Um...They're coming..."

(for the record, they actually did leave)

(wat)

"Nevermind. Almost got this old lady...Anyway, did you find the bugs, Amber?"

"No." Amber looked at Chris. She went into the bathroom and grabbed the towel. Wetting the towel, Amber called in there, "I have an idea."

"Yes?" Jess was becoming curious at this point.

"Let's get Chris all cleaned. Up. Once we do that, we can get started on the road. We'll nurse his wounds and get farther away." Amber brought the towel back in and started to clean up Chris's blood.

"Alright; we just gotta get outta here as soon as possible."

"Right. We'll hit maybe Upper South Carolina before it gets dark if we leave now. When we stop at a hotel, there should be a first aid kit or something." Amber started to dab Chris with the towel to clean his blood. Amber needed a way to get Chris down to the car though. "A little help."

"Alright. I'll get his legs."

Amber carefully grabbed under Chris's arms and got him in a position to pick him up. "Ready?"

"Yep. 3, 2, 1..." Jess picked up Chris's legs.

Amber got Chris's upper body parallel to his feet and started to speak. "Silver,can you drive?"

"Sure..you two carry him; I'll get the supplies and stuff. The Jeep is unlocked, I'll put the stuff in then we go. Check his shoes, remember?"

"Okay." Amber looked at Jess. "Let's get him to the jeep." Amber slowy started to move.

Jess and Amber got Chris into the Jeep. Jess went back inside to pick up Chris's laptop, which she had noticed when she came in.

Chris opened his eyes. "...nngh...the hell...?"

Silver meanwhile paced up the sandwiches he made earlier, along with other snacks, some 2-liters of soda, and handguns with 2 clips each. These he put in a duffel bag. Next...the weapons.




You both get one weapon of your choice.

"Chris! Thank god your okay!" Amber looked into the jeep. She knew he might have concussion or amnesia. "Who am I, and how many fingers am I holding up?" Amber held up two fingers and leaned in a little to show him better.

"Look... I'm fine. I... I'm just a little shaken."

"I'll say. Be careful next time, okay?" Amber climbed into the jeep. "We're heading out by the way."

"About time," Chris muttered. He turned to Amber. "Did--did they come after you?"

(Hey. Hello.You two, pick one weapon.)

"I left after you cried out for help. By then, they were gone." Amber looked at Chris and threw her arms around him. " I'm glad your alive."

Chris hugged Amber back. This was the first time that he properly had feelings for her. "Even though I know I'm probably gonna be killed in the next day or so, it's nice to enjoy our free time."

"Don't say you're going to die." Amber loosened her grip but brought her hands around his neck. She was already concerned Chris was going to die when she had seen the aftermath of his fight with the mafia. "It's scary enough seeing you injured like that. Don't say you're going to die."

"But there's no getting away from it. Judging by how many close calls that we've had, one of us is probably going to die before we get to Canada."

Amber looked at Chris. "I'm sorry." She kept her hands around his neck. "I'm sorry I didn't think any of this through. I'm sorry I was so near-sighted, I couldn't forsee all of this."

"It's okay. Just remember this for the future: I have a habit of doing stupid **** and trying to convince you that it's a good idea. Don't fall for it."

"I will." Amber quickly took her hands off him. She didn't generally keep her hands on a guy that long.

Chris reached into his pocket to get his phone, only to find that it wasn't there. "Damn, my phone," he said under his breath, "They must have taken it."