AN: Warning- Crappy fight scene. Viewer discretion advised.

"Hey, Pointdexter. Hate to alarm you, but I think we're being trailed." Stan said, walking through the outdoor market with his brother. Ford didn't say anything, tensing minutely before mouthing, "Who?"

"Um...two blond guys. One's tall and muscular and the other one is shorter and muscular." Stan made exaggerated motions as he spoke and Ford pretended to laugh.

They had both gone through the routine of being trailed before. If you acted like you knew someone was following you, it could get messy fast.

"Stanley, we need to get lost. Quickly. We need to go into a crowd and split up. We can meet back by the boat." Ford said quietly as Stan faked browsing at one of the stalls. They stalled long enough for the men to get moderately close, before Ford loudly spoke.

"Stan, you're taking too long. I'm on a tight schedule, you know. Let's meet up at the hotel when you're done."

Stan shrugged, and as Ford gave Stan one last Don't do anything stupid look, he departed into the crowd; Stan saw the men share looks.

Time for me to disappear. Poindexter thinks he's always right. Sometimes stupid is better than subtle, Stan thought, and without withdrew a smoke bomb from his pocket. He threw it in the men's direction, and yelled as loudly as he could (which was very loudly), "There's a bomb!"

Immediately, the whole market descended into pandemonium. There was a bang as the smoke bomb went off and as people shoved, pushed, and screamed to get out of the market, Stan pushed his way through the crowd. The smoke could clear anytime, and he wasn't going to be there for when it did.

"Out of the way! Move it!" Stan barked, shoving people to the side as he went.

As he neared the market exit, saw the two men from earlier, following him with ease. They were strong enough to push through the crowd with no problem and Stan cursed his luck.

"Stan! You were supposed to be stealthy!" Stan jumped as Ford hissed his name and dragged him out of the crowd.

"I couldn't lose them." Stan said with a pant, slightly exerted from all that pushing and shoving. He ignored Ford's second comment because his brother was ungrateful (and right) sometimes. People kept running and as the market emptied out, Stan knew their chance of escape was getting slimmer.

Ford's eyes turned dark for a moment. "We may have to fight our way out of this Stanley. I still have my gun and you still have your brass knuckles." He hissed quietly, and not a moment after, the two blondes were upon them. They didn't attack, they just stood there.

"What do you want?" Stan finally asked tersely.

"Stanley and Stanford Pines? We need you to come with us." The shorter blond spoke, voice as steely as his grey eyes.

Stan growled, slipping on his brass knuckles. Both men tensed, and Ford did was well. The tension was thick enough that you could cut it with a knife. The taller blond looked a bit awkward as he said, "There's no point in fighting. Ju-"

That was all it took for Ford to pull out his gun, but it was easily knocked out of his hands by the shorter blond. That didn't deter Ford as he leapt at the blond and pinned him to the ground. He took a knife strapped to his leg, just barely slicing shorter blond in the stomach. The blond grunted and threw Ford off, right into Stan's legs.

The tall blond punched Stan in the ribs, and Stan swore he heard something crack. With a grunt of pain, he swung again, but was knocked to the ground as Ford was rolled into his legs by the shorter blond. "For fuck's sake, Ford. Watch it!" Stan barked, getting back on his feet almost immediately. Ford panted for a moment, knife lost, but gun in reach.

"Steve, watch out!" The shorter blond barked as Ford reached his gun and shot at the tall one, Steve. Steve barely dodged, and the shorter one began fighting Ford for the gun.

All in all, Ford and Stan were losing badly. The shorter blond had Ford in a chokehold, and Stan's ribs were screaming in pain. He made towards Ford, eyes narrowed. Steve didn't seem inclined on attack him again, rather talking into a communicator or something.

Ford clawed wildly at the shorter man's arms, snarling and snapping as he struggled to free himself before the lack of air made him pass out. He finally went limp, darkness edging his vision. If he pretended to be out, then he could escape when they had their guard down. The shorter man let go and Ford slumped to the ground, allowing himself to faceplant.

"Ford! I swear if you killed him, I'll kill you!" Stanley roared and threw himself at the shorter blond. "LEFT HOOK!" He yelled, his fist connecting with the other man's face. There was a slight tussle before a loud thump as Stan landed on the ground, breathing heavily. Stan looked over at Ford, and Ford gave his brother a subtle wink.

"Run." Ford mouthed, but Stan stayed stubbornly put, one hand on his rib, the other clenched in a fist.

Steve walked over, Ford could hear him quietly say, "Transport is coming. Search them for weapons?" Steve then walked a few feet away, muttering something into the communicator.

Ford's heart almost stopped. Ever since he came through the portal, he had never spent a day without his gun.

"Oi, don't touch me!" Stan snapped as the shorter blond approached him and began patting him down. He threw a fist at the blond, and guy easily dodged, grabbing his arm and twisting it. Stan yelped, and Ford had to stop himself from growling. I'll make them regret touching my brother..

The man let go of Stan's arm when he was finished searching (he had taken Stan's brass knuckles, ID, and shopping list) and moved onto Ford. Immediately, Ford kicked him hard in the balls and short blond fell to the ground with a groan.

Steve turned right at that moment, seeing shorter blond go down. He seemed very disgruntled as he went to his aid, and Ford grinned, feral and eyes crazy.

He snarled, teeth bared as he snapped at Steve, Steve seemed a bit taken aback, but he still fought. Stan could already tell he was going to win. "Go Stan. I'll be fine." He mouthed as Steve came at him.

Stan hesitated a moment before running off just in time to see Ford dodge a punch from Steve.

Sometimes Ford was right. This was one of those times. There was no escape if both of them got captured.