Chapter 3
"I'm sorry, young man, but we have no more cars," the owner of the rental car place said with a strong Italian accent. "But sir, my friend here is going to die!" Stan exclaimed. Kyle looked puzzled, along with the manager. "Stan, let me take care of this," Kyle whispered in his ear. Kyle walked up to the counter and started making small talk in perfect Italian. Dang, I know I should've taken Italian classes with Kyle, Stan thought. As the manager laughed, he pulled out a key for the rental car out back. Kyle smiled, and as he and Stan were walking out of the rental building, the manager called out to them, "Have a nice wedding!" Stan turned to Kyle. "What was that about?" Kyle put on his most innocent face. "Nothing~," he said in a sing-song voice.
After a little fight over who was going to drive (Stan obviously won), the two of them were traveling around Italy. "Wow, look at all of the beautiful sights!" Kyle gushed, looking out the window of the Mercedes. Stan nodded, not really taking recognition of the fact that the sights were actually the most beautiful he has ever seen. The red-head was becoming worried. The taller of the two would always love to marvel at almost anything, and right now, he looked so out of it. "...Stan? What's up?" Kyle asked in a confused tone. Luckily for Kyle, this snapped Stan out of his daze. "Oh, nothing important." The ginger cocked an eyebrow, but didn't press the matter.
"How long until we get to the Mafioso's headquarters?" Kyle asked impatiently. Stan stayed silent. "...You don't know where we're going, do you?" The black-haired teen's eyebrow twitched. "I take that as a no," Kyle sighed. Kyle got an idea. "How about we stop at a café? They most likely have a computer, and we can eat." Stan smiled. "You always know what to do." "What's that supposed to mean?" the ginger snapped. "W-What? Nothing bad, I assure you!"
The sound of slender fingers tapping on a keyboard filled the silent café. Every minute, the typer would take a sip of his green tea. At his final tap on the keyboard, Kyle called his friend over. "Stan, I got it!" he whispered to the pacing black-haired teen. Excited, Stan practically sprinted to the computer. "Where is it?" he asked loudly. "The headquarters? It's supposedly hidden in a forest on the outskirts of Italy – approximately 25 minutes from here," Kyle explained. "Well, Kyle," Stan started while putting his arm around Kyle's shoulders. "Get ready for the excitement."