While the women were busy winding their way down the mountain and yelling out the windows, the men had just entered the city in the back of the car. Not the city in the back of the car, but they were in the back of the car when they entered the city. I already told you that the back seat was cramped. No room for a whole city back there.

All the lights in the city mesmerized them. They didn't have lights like this back in Oakland. They reminded Gavin of Tomorrowland at Disneyland: futuristic, yet antiquated. They took the opportunity to look out the window and take in the town. There were people everywhere, many of them drunk and stumbling about. A couple of nice looking ladies hooked on a street corner.

Suddenly, the car screeched to a halt. Terry, not paying attention, lurched forward and wanged his head on the back of the front row of seats. The officers got out of the car and ran over to a group of four Welshmen who were brandishing pikes at some of Las Vegas' famous legal prostitutes. They heard a sound from the right of the car. Someone was opening their door.

"Come with me!" said the man in a hushed voice, waving them toward an alleyway.

They hurried out of the car and ran with the man. When they had run to the end of the alleyway and around a corner, they stopped to catch their breath.

"Thanks!" said Terry. "I'm Terry. What's your name?"

"Amadeus. Amadeus Xavier Mackinaw, but you can call me Deus. For now, I'm out of here." And just like that, he disappeared into a door that locked behind him.

A bit dazed, the boys decided to quickly put as much ground between themselves and the police as they could. They speedwalked into a hotel and spread out across the lobby.

A brawny man holding a few rolls of paper towels walked hurriedly over to them.

"Excuse me, sirs. I must ask you to leave. You are well below the dress code of our magnificent hotel." He pointed to a picture of a man in a flannel shirt, with the words 'You must be this lumberjackish to enter' written on it.

They were still wearing their hunting gear and animal urine bandoliers. How embarrassing! They walked out and continued down the Las Vegas strip. A few streets over, they found a mall. Inside, Mike tried to try on a shirt, and discovered that he was still handcuffed. They were all still handcuffed.

"Guys, we have got to use our arms for more things." sighed Gavin. "How did we not notice this earlier?"

There was a rustling from a nearby clothing rack. Mike, from behind his back, awkwardly aimed his rifle at the sound. A salesman strode briskly over, sweep kicked him, and confiscated his rifle.

"I honestly don't know how the police missed that." said a voice from inside the clothing rack. A head popped out. It was Deus X. Mackinaw again!

"I got you these handcuff keys." he said, handing them the keys.

Marcus had managed to get his hands under his legs so they were in front of him again. He took the keys from Deus and unlocked himself, then his friends. That's how the flight attendants that raised him would have wanted it: help himself, then the others. The flight attendants were also nuns. It was a convent. Very niche.

After rubbing their sore wrists, they looked up, and Deus was gone again.

Oh well. It was shopping time. Marcus, Terry, and Gavin changed into some respectable gentleman clothing. Mike found a Halloween costume and wore that. He looked very classy indeed. They left their old clothes in the changing room. There was no need to pay for these clothes; the animal urine was very fine, and therefore worth quite a bit.

Just in case the salespeople didn't share their views on the value of animal urine, Mike ducked out of the store and the other three followed him.

Back on the road, the women were getting worried. They had been on all of the roads around the forest that showed up on a map, but they hadn't had any luck finding the men. Obviously. You know what's going on with the men; they're not in the woods.

Trina suggested that they all go to a bar and have a drink about it. The ladies thought that it was a sensational idea, and they headed into the city.

Patricia had an idea and said, "What if we called one of their cell phones?" It was a good idea.

Angela was on top of it. She got out her phone and started scrolling through her contacts.

"Angela! Watch the road!" warned Trina.

Angela looked up and saw a giant duck looking down at his glowing cell phone, oblivious of the speeding bus.

POW!

"Mike! MIIIKKEE!" Gavin ran out into the road to tend to his hurt friend. He had flown about 30 feet after Angela had hit him with the bus. The duck costume had given him great hang time.

The 7 other friends ran over to Mike, who was collapsed on the ground. There were feathers everywhere.

Mike opened his eyes and tried to speak.

"Quack quack quack. Quack quaaaaack!" the duck voice modulator was changing his words. Gavin ripped it out. The costume was ruined anyway.

"Good. That thing was getting… annoying." Said Mike, breathing hard. "I'm fine though. Something broke my fall."

He stood up and looked beneath him. On the ground was a large memory foam pillow. On the pillow's tag, there were some initials: "DXM"

"That's weird." said Patricia. "There's a mattress tied to the front of the bus with the same initials on it."

"Good ol' Deus. We'd be in a lot of trouble if not for him." said Marcus.

"Let's all go have that drink now. I'm going to have at least seven of them." said Shiela.