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"Welcome to Albany," Alexander told Collins, Susie, and Lisa after the van doors had been opened. All three of them climbed out of the van and saw, yet another, abandoned building as well as some type of uniform in Alexander's hand. The only thing that set this building apart from the others was the fact that a garage was attached to it and it actually had working lights. "Now, unfortunately, there's no basement for you to stay in-"

"Yes!" Susie exclaimed, smiling. Alexander glared at her and her smile faded.

"As I was saying," he continued, "there's no basement for you to stay in so you'll have to stay in the small room next to the room everyone else is in until the bodies have been properly disposed of. Now that I think about it . . ." he shook his head, "what a shame."

"What?" Collins asked as Susie grabbed for his hand.

"I was actually going to let the two of you go," Alexander explained. Collins and Susie's eyes both widened.

"You were?" Lisa asked in shock, speaking for both Collins and Susie.

"Yes. I was going to make them swear to keep their mouths shut about our identities, submit them to hospital to get their various wounds tended to, and send them back to New York."

"What changed your mind?" Collins asked, still in shock and holding Susie's hand.

"Robert did." Collins looked to Rob who looked back at him in confusion.

"What the hell did I do?" he asked.

"If you hadn't mentioned that there were eight bodies to get rid of, I would've let them go by now," Alexander told him. "Thanks to you they know too much."

"You can still let us go," Collins said.

"Yeah," Susie agreed. "We won't say anything."

"I wish I could believe that," Alexander replied. "Jackson, Nicholas, take them to where they'll be staying. Matthew . . . my God. Do something about your nose."

"Yeah, do somethin' about your nose, Matt," Collins said, chuckling. Susie giggled and she and Collins shared a small laugh as Matt glared at them both.

"Let's go you two," Jack said. "Inside." Collins and Susie continued to laugh.

"If you wanna die right now, keep laughing!" Matt shouted, aiming his gun at Collins and Susie whose laughter stopped immediately. "That's what I thought." As they started walking into the building with Matt's gun right behind them, Collins and Susie sniggered about his swelling nose. Alexander stopped them and whispered something to Matt, causing him to give his gun to Jack. He then took the uniform from Alexander and Collins noticed that it was a policemen's uniform just as an undoubtedly stolen police car was brought out of the garage.

What the hell is goin' on? Collins thought.

"Angel! Slow down!" Mark yelled, suddenly thinking that his seat belt wasn't enough to hold him in the van.

"I'm not slowing down until we're in Albany and I'm kicking those damn kidnappers' faces in!" Angel replied, not taking her eyes off the road.

"Angel, you're going like 110!" Mimi told her. "Can you slow down at least a little!?"

"NO!"

"YOU'RE GONNA KILL US ALL!" Maureen screamed.

"I'D RATHER DIE WITHOUT COLLINS ANYWAY!" Tears burned Angel's eyes.

"It's gonna take even longer to get to him anyway since we have to stop!" Roger said, eyeing a police car up ahead.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Joanne asked.

"POLICE CAR!" Maureen screeched. "100 FEET AND CLOSING!"

"Angel, slow this thing down!" Linda said. "It's not made for speed!"

"50 FEET!" Maureen told Angel.

"I HAVE TO GET TO COLLINS!" Angel replied.

"Angel, gimmie the wheel!" Roger demanded, leaning over to take control of the van.

"DON'T TELL ME WHAT TO FUCKING DO!" Angel snapped.

"30 FEET!" Maureen informed them. Angel drove past the police car, hitting it slightly. "SHE JUST HIT A COP'S CAR!"

Gotta get to Collins, Angel thought. Gotta get to Collins. Gotta get to Collins. Gotta get to Collins. Gotta get to Co- The sirens of the police car interrupted her thoughts.

"WE ARE SO SCREWED!" Maureen shrieked.

Angel looked down at the speedometer and finally realized she was going 120 in a 60 mph zone.

"Oh fuck," she said, slowing down and pulling over. The "officer" then came to her window, tapped on it, and, even though she'd only seen his picture for a split second, Angel knew his face.

Matt.

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