HALT! If you have not read 'Creed's Second Chance', you probably should. This is its sequel! *^_^* enjoy!

"Aw man!" Train looked at his plate. All it had was a few tiny pieces of bread slices on it. Train leaned over the table. "Why can't we find something good anymore?"

Eve looked over at Train, rolled her eyes, and got back to reading her paper. Sven Vollified looked at Train with disgust written all over his face. He composed himself and started to sip his coffee before anyone could see his face, though. Sven cleared his throat and started talking to Eve, instead.

"Well, Eve" Sven started out bright. "Tomorrow you're going to be fifteen! You planning on getting your license?"

Eve flipped a page of the newspaper. She then replied, "Yeah, I think I will. But…" Eve set down the newspaper and glared at Train, who was still hunched over the table. She smiled like a little devil. "…that doesn't mean that you guys will be rid of me."

Sven laughed and patted Eve on the head. "Not yet, then? Well, when you do get your license," Sven looked at Eve seriously. "…you can leave at any time."

Eve looked at Sven. "I know, hasn't that always been the case?"

Train looked from Eve to Sven and back to Eve. He started to laugh. Eve and Sven looked at him. "Is something funny, Train?" Eve looked like she could spit fire! Train looked at the both of them again. "It's a daddy and his daughter!"

"And one buffoon." Said a voice they all knew too well. This thief was all-too-familiar as she sat herself down.

"Rinslet!" Eve said surprised. "What are you doing in this neck of the woods?"

"Another day, another phrase" Train muttered. Everyone ignored him.

"I have another business proposal if you're interested." Rinslet said, holding a picture and waving it around. "That is, of course, if you want 1.8 million dollars." Sven and Eve were up in an instant. Train…not-so-much.

"Who's the bounty?" Sven asked eagerly.

"And what are you going to borrow from him?" Train finished, out of it. He looked deep in thought, remembering something amusing. Eve noted the change in behavior.

"This guy's name is Gerald Pinciatti." Rinslet smacked the photo on the table. "Twenty murders, leader of a smuggling rink, and all you have to let me find is this!" Rinslet smacked another photo on the table. Train looked at the photo and then at Rinslet. "A treasure chest?"

Rinslet smiled. "Really, all they want me to do is get rid of the thing so no one will ever have it again." Rinslet picked up the photo of the chest and stuffed it down hers. "They keep going on about how it's cursed. So, you all in?" Rinslet looked at them all with anticipation.

"Huddle!" Sven called. Train, Sven, and Eve gathered 'round. "What's the deal, Sven? Usually, we take it right away!" Train was finally snapping into the present. "1.8 million would help wipe out some of our debt…"

"I hate to say it, but he's right." Eve frowned as she agreed with him. "It's too much to pass up."

Sven sighed. He worried for nothing. The huddle broke. "When do we start?" Sven wanted this over with already. "Five days" Rinslet said. "That should be plenty of time to get your scuba gear in check. We're going down south! Plane tickets are already covered!"

Train fell over. Everyone crowded around him just as a fearsome noise was heard throughout the café.

Grrrrooowwwwwllll

Train was hungry. Really hungry.