"Wayne Omigo?"
"Right, Wayne Omigo?"
"So, who is Wayne Omigo and why should I care?"
"I had that question too." Clive remarked. Jet did not nod at all, but it was implied by his stare at Virginia. Gallows was still confused as to what was going on.
"I was about to get into that." Virginia smugly replied. "Wayne Omigo...is a millionaire!"
"Oh?" Jet wondered as his ears twitched. "Still, that doesn't explain why you brought him up."
"He has been making his living...by stealing. Stealing from the dead. Tombs and Drifters who have come to a bad end in the deserts." Virginia explained. Jet gritted his teeth. He was mad to say the least. He did not care about the man, but he did care about that man's actions. Stealing?
"That's so not right." Jet grumbled.
"Stealing?" Gallows wondered. Jet nodded. "But...aren't you a thief?"
"Not like he is! He steals from dead people like downed Drifters? That's so wrong on many levels. Looting ruins and robbing living people are one thing, but being disrespectful to the dead is another." He spat with acid.
They all sort of stared in shock. "Wow Jet." Virginia uttered. "I never knew you could feel so strongly about something."
"Yeah, who knew the punk had values and morals, as well as an Ethic Code." Gallows added with a grin.
"Yes, a thief has their honor as well it would seem." Clive continued. Jet was sulking away now that all of their attention seemed to have drifted onto him.
"Well, let's go rob the guy." Jet simply said and walked away for their sandcraft. "So..." He turned to Virginia. "Where was this guy again?" He nervously wondered as everyone else faltered.
The group silently approached the island known as Wayne Manor from behind in the sandcraft. As soon as they came within a goof distance the plan was unleashed by Jet who decided since he was the best for a job involving stealing he was the best suited. He left Virginia and Clive to the craft and he and Gallows scaled the rocks and made their way just out of visible distance of the mansion home.
Jet handed Gallows a gift. "What's this?"
"You're my distraction." Jet noted.
"That doesn't answer my question."
"Uh, well, good luck." Jet simply said and darted off and out of sight.
Gallows eyed the bag warily. He opened it and grimaced. "There's no frickin' way I'm doing this!" He roared.
A knock came to the door of Wayne Omigo's homestead. The now older gentleman made his way to the front door and opened it to an unexpected sight. Gallows wearing all white make-up on his face with big red lips, a big red nose, a party hat, and a yellow and purple polka dot jumpsuit. In other words, he stood there as a grimacing clown.
It was silent for a moment. "Hey, hey!" Gallows blurted in mock-excitement. "I hear it's somebody's birthday today!"
Meanwhile, in the utmost stealth capability Jet made his way in through a roof window landing softly on the linoleum floor. Wandering around the ornate home he comes to a large painting of what would look like Filgaia before Yggdrasil—being that it was of an island and ocean.
Jet stared at the painting. "Huh. Beautiful place." He noted. "Just like a gem." He stood there a moment before a grin crept onto his face. "Not a very good hiding spot buddy." With that and a dagger he slashed the painting revealing a vault door. Craftily opening it with his ear he opens it to find a room of gold coins and gems. His eyes could hardly believe it and his lungs breathed hardly. This was a 'Jet Playground'.
Back at the door things were being cleared up between the clown and the old man. It was not Omigo's birthday.
"Man, that was a dirty trick played on me then." Gallows commented with a laugh. "Making me come all the way out here?" As he looked in at Omigo he spots Jet with a duffle slung over his shoulder. Jet eyes him, and then quickly scuttles away. Omigo looks back, sees no Jet, and looks back to Gallows. "Oh, well, then I should be going now." Gallows nervously laughed and made his exit.
The two Drifters met up as they departed the homestead in a hurry. Jet grinned. "That was way too easy."
"Why'd I have to be the damn clown?" Gallows roared. Just as soon as that was said an audible alarm went off. Their speed increased. As they jumped down onto the sandcraft. "Get us the Hell out of here!" Was all Gallows said and the group was off at the fastest speed possible.
From atop the sandcraft Jet looked back behind them. "Uh, go faster."
Gallows turned to them and his eyes bulged. "Ah! They got a sandcraft too! Get the Hell out of here now!" He roared.
Inside the sandcraft Clive looked to Virginia. "Did they say something? I can't seem to hear them from outside." He questioned. She shrugged. The two continued as Gallows and Jet were shot at and Virginia and Clive went on as if nothing was happening.
After the first injury—Jet kicking Gallows to the roof—it was time they retaliated and Jet told the dumb Baskar to summon a random guardian. Moor Gault flew in, blew up the other sandcraft, and let the two rest as they plotted suitable revenge on their comrades within.
