FOUR WEEKS LATER:
Carly finds a a paranoid Elizebet Torris at her apartment.
"Hey, Man, this is getting out of control. The police are all over me. I can feel them." Elizabeth said, paranoidly.
"So?" Carly asked dryly.
"So? So? So... So I'm going to go to prison, for a long time! So, my life is over! All this work... for nothing, man. [snorting coke] Being, tough in a man's world... I guess I wasn't so tough, huh? Jorge turned state's... everyone's a rat!.." Elizabeth cried angrily.
"Not me." Carly insisted.
"Whatever!" Elizabeth cried angrily.
Elizabeth snorted coke before saying.
"Dash… I never should of brought that poor girl into this!"
"I'm sure it wasn't your fault.. These things just happen" Carly insisted, not knowing who Dash is though.
Elizabeth snorted more coke.
Voice: Open up, man!
"Who is it!?" Elizabeth cried.
Voice: It's the streets, man!
"Okay. Hold on." Elizabeth said, opening the door, but sadly this didn't end up being good idea.
"Alright, man. This is what Manny's all about, man!" Manny cried, in his usual over drama.
Jay: Manny... Manny, Manny, Manny.
"Now, word up, bitch, you betta stop slinging that shit on my streets, yo. We don't want it anymore. Hey, yo, Jay, you catching this!?" Manny cried, interrogating Lizzy
Jay: Rolling, rolling!
"What is this Manny? For fuck's sake!?" Elizabeth cried, losing her temper even more.
"The streets have spoken. Now leave my people alone!.. (sees Carly) Carly? Is that you?" Manny cried.
"(shoots Manny and Jay, killing both, as they were briefly distracted) I am not in the mood for this right now!" Elizabeth cried angrily, and holding an 9mm Pistol.
"Well he said he was going to bust a dealer" Carly said, with otherwise no reaction.
"Can you help me clean this mess up? There's a doctor in Broker who can help. Come on, let's put 'em in my car." Elizabeth said.
THE FOLLOWING DAY:
Inside the small motel room Liz has been paying for, Dash used the money from Tom, to pay some bills, and finally get some food. Though all she had left, was enough for some burger shot, as she used the rest of it on the bills. Lately she's just been eating stuff from Liz's house. So Dash also used a lot of the money to give too Liz. It was the least she could do. But unfortantely it wasn't enough to help Liz in her current situration, after she killed Manny.
Dash is seen eating her burger, saying to herself that it was pretty tastey. Like a lot of people, she always had a soft spot for fast food.
She tried calling Elizabeth but it went to voice mail.
"Damn, where is sh-"
Suddenly Dash saw Lizzy Torris on the tv, and quickly turned up the volume.
TV: Mrs Torris has been arrested for drug trafficking.. But still no sign of Manny Escuela, and his cameraman.
"Oh god!.. She was all I had left!" Dash said tearfully.
Turning off the tv, Dash laid on her small motel bed, trying to gather her thoughts, when suddenly her cell phone rang, from an unknown caller.
"Who is this?" Dash asked, a bit grumpy now.
Packie: Packie McCreary.. Remember me?
"Oh.. Sure, sure.. Kate's brother.. How is she?" Dash asked.
Packie: She's fine.. Listen.. I'm sorry about Lizzy Torris, I know you two were close.. But anyway, Liz swore by you. Said your good.. And she's never been wrong before, and your probably in need of cash.. Come to me ma's.. I have some work for you.. And the money is good, trust me.
"Fine, give me an hour, maybe a little more" Dash said, and hung up. She headed towards her shower. About one of the few things she enjoys in that crappy motel room. But at least she had somewhere to remotely consider home.
LATER THAT EVENING:
Dash arrived at Packie's house.
"Packie.. I'm here" Dash said, letting her presence be known as she entered the front door after Kate let her in.
Packie: (voice) Great! One sec.. (loud gunshot heard) Francis, you rat bastard! Come near my fence again, and that'll be your head!
Francis: (voice) Eh, Shut up!
"I -Is this normal?" Dash nervously asked Kate.
"Unfortunately, yes" Kate replied.
Dash entered into the room Packie's voice was coming from, seeing him holding a Combat Shotgun, and firing it outside of a window, trying to scare off his brother Francis. Who is off view the whole time.
"GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!" Packie screamed, firing another warning shot.
Francis: (voice) Oh, big man, with the big shotgun.. Like we don't already have THOUSANDS of those at the police station!
Packie shoots and merely misses Francis.
Francis: (laughs) You shoot like an old woman!
"I.. I should come back another time" Dash said, trying to leave.
"No. No.. It's fine, stay.. Were only joking arou-
Suddenly there a gunshot from outside, and Packie and Dash both ducked, as the window broke.
"SHIT!" They both cried.
"How do YOU like it Packie!" Francis cried, revealing to have his own Combat Shotgun.
"I.. I really think I should go!" Dash said, getting more frightened.
"No. No.. I.. I need you to pick up my drugs.. I'll pay you. And this (shoots bullet at Francis) BASTERD is threatening to call his cop buddies if I fuckin leave this room!.. Can you do it!?" Packie asked.
"(sighs) Fine.. But you better not be setting me up" Dash warned.
Dash returned to Packie's house.
"Here's the stuff" Dash said, handing him a bag.
"Did the deal go well?.. Any problems?" Packie asked.
"No.. It was fine" Dash replied.
"Good, good, I'll put the money in your account when I get a minute" Packie said.
"Sure" Dash replied.
"But anyway.. My brother Gerald heard about you needing money and all.. He wants to speak to you, he's in the kitchen" Packie said, examining the cocaine.
Dash went into the kitchen, and sure enough, there was Gerald.
"Ahh. You must be Dash.. Your friend Liz told about your abilities.. Don't want them by working for my idiot brother" Gerald joked.
"He's not so bad" Dash insisted.
"I know.. I was only joking.. In truth you WILL be working with him again, but not yet.. Wait till his REAL jobs start coming" Gerald explained.
"But anyway.. Packie said you can handle a gun. That's a nice start.. But if your gonna be a McReary.. We need to know we can trust you" he added.
"How do I do that?" Dash asked.
"Well, Packie's buddy's Gordon Sergeant and Michael Keane are in a bit of jam.. You mind helping them out?" Gerald asked.
"I'll do my best" Dash replied.
"Good.. Take this.. Your need it" Gerald said, handing her a combat shotgun.
LATER:
Dash found Gordon and Michael trapped by a rival gang, and helped them clear the area, using her shotgun, and got a fondness for the particular kind of gun.
"Thanks doll" Gordon said, as she drove them back.
"Don't call me that" Dash warned.
"Well, pretty girl like you sho-
"I don't like being hit on, so please don't" Dash growled.
"Wow.. Sassy one, huh.. That just makes you hotter" Gordon laughed.
"You want to walk!?.. Than please stop talking!" Dash cried out. '
Carly meanwhile finally disposes of Manny and Jay, but aparn leaving, she sees Billy Grey enter into a buildng and secretly follows him, knowing he's up to something.
Billy: ... In that case, I guess my brother is in good hands. You take care of that prick.
Triad: It seems the definition of family loyalty differs in your country.
Billy: The marketplace has a value for everything, and I guess that a disloyal Jew b*** ain't worth s*** to me. Brother or no brother. Such are the heady joys of consumer capitalism.
Triad: A system that's flaws are becoming increasingly evident.
Billy: Ha! That's right, I forgot. You little yellow people are commies too, huh? Both sides of the fence? You know, I grew up watching your kind get killed on the TV - hell of a show.
Triad: I'm sure, but perhaps the show wasn't as much fun as the reality of their war.
Billy: Hmm. Perhaps not. Now, I bid you farewell, sir. And don't do all that smack at once. On second though... Y'know, go ahead. Do.
Traid: You can be real anno- (gets shot though head, and an angry Carly appears.. Alone)
Billy: (chuckles in amusement, rather than being scared)
"You!.. YOU!" Is all she can say.
"Easy little lady" Billy said, reaching for a bat.
"FUCK YO-"
Billy whacks her in the head with the bat, knocking her unconscious. Later leaving her to Triads as bait.
LATER AT THE LOST MC CLUBHOUSE:
Johnny: ... So I said "still a better love story than Twilight"
(everyone laughs)
Terry: Yeah, fuck Twilight!
Billy (bursts in with self inflicted gunshot) JOHNNY! THEY TOOK HER! THEY TOOK CARLY!
