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A barrage of gun fire came from outside, and I sat in a swivel chair, on Charlie's lap watching a stench get shot to hell and back. I felt a little bit of remorse for screaming "record it" about Mowtown's death, since afterwards about half a tablespoon of guilt and Charlie giving me 'the look'. 'The look' was a bad thing, I've only known him since...this afternoon and I already have

1. Snuggled.

2. Kissed him.

3. Been carried around.

4. Played koala.

5. Have mapped out all his looks, and easily read him.

Everything was moving quickly, but it was actually pretty comfortable. I sighed, completely comfortable in Charlie's lap as we still poised our guns at the old owners of Dead Reckoning. I had Charlie's pistol in one hand, my machine gun in the other. Charlie had his shot gun over his shoulder, and Foxy's pistol in his hand. I have to say were looking pretty bad ass.

We watched as Cholo crawled through puddles, shrugging himself into a sitting position against the truck, holding his rips as he spoke in pained puffs. Riley jumped out of the truck, standing infront of the collapsed man.

"There was something about you that I always really hated." Cholo coughed out, looking up at Riley.

"You're still here? Aren't you?" Riley snarled down and I stood up with a gasp as Cholo pulled his hand away from his side, showing off the bloodied palm.

"Who cares..you got what you wanted.." He muttered, apparently he was grazed by a stray bullet. I handed Charlie his pistol, and got off his lap. I jumped off of the truck, only barley hearing Charlie's worried, yet annoyed groan. I grabbed the little white box that hung against the wall, kneeling next to Cholo, tugging up his shirt a little.

"What the fuck you-." Cholo started but I grabbed some contact solution that was randomly placed in the first aid kit, and sqirted a little bit at his face.

"Bad kitty."

"What? Why did you spray me you little bi-"

"It always worked for my cats. BAD KITTY." I squirted it at him again. He scowled, but stopped trying to fight me as I tugged up his shirt a little bit. I heard Charlie irritably click his guns, and I rolled my eyes. Even the cute, soft ones get jealous. It was a light bullet graze, not enough to kill him, but enough to loose some blood, and sting like a bitch. I dabbed at it with an antiseptic wipe, as he hissed in pain, gripping the truck. I held one hand out, and he looked at it like it was poison.

"Hold it."

"What?" He asked, coiling back like I spat at him. I looked up at him, lightly cleaning his wound.

"It's been proven that if someones holding your hand, the pain is less significant." I muttered, taking his hand and squeezing it. He grumbled as Charlie growled from inside the truck. I gave him my version of 'the look' and he quieted down. He knows I'm just trying to help, and not flirting. I cleaned the would thoroughly, placing a large bandage on it, and taking out a little sharpie I had stowed away in my pocket. I scribbled lightly on the fabric of the bandage with my one free hand.

'Get better you crazy man. -Peace.'

I smiled, letting go of the sweating hand and capping the marker. I examined my work, nodding my head. I had a little bit of his blood on me, but I tried my best to smile.

"Better?"

He grumbled out a "thanks", looking back up at Riley.

"How you doin' in there Charlie." I called, seeing as I hadn't heard any more sounds of dislike from my Charlie.

"I'M BEIN' FRIENDLY!" He happily shouted back, and I could feel the smirk on his scarred, but soft lips. I stood up, looking up at my Charlie, who was watching me with loving eyes. Riley pulled a radio from his pocket, and pressed the receive button. A long, ringing sound came from the radio, and I realized that it must be sort of like a cell phone.

"Hello." I gruff voice said from the other line. Slack growled, as she and Pillsie stepped closer towards the truck, finally in full view.

"We got Cholo...KAUFMAN" Riley reported, and I noticed with disgust that Kaufman was on the other line. I bared my teeth like a cheetah.

A mother fucking cheetah.

I was about to scream at the man on the other side of the phone, but Charlie apparently was ready for my outburst.

"Peace. PLEASE!" Charlie cried from inside the truck. I huffed, wrapping my arms around me and stomping like a six year old. Even when he couldn't see me, he could tell when I was going to do something that he would conceive as 'reckless'. Slack taunted me, mouthing the word 'dick-whipped' to me before skipping around in a circle. I huffed, blowing some fly away hairs out of my face. Why was this just like high school?

"Sorry..I'm here..I just did something I might not have done other wise.." He whispered, and I heard the regret in his voice. I scowled at Riley.

Wasn't the point of this whole thing to get the truck back, and then run from Kaufman for the rest of our lives. I don't think calling him up and having a little chit chat was in the schedule. Suddenly, there was a loud explosion across the river, fire and smoke billowing from the core of the inferno. Riley walked further away from the truck, while I took a few backwards steps into the van. I had no clue why, but in my mind I thought 'wherever Charlie is, is the safest place for me to be.'

"You're lying Denbo, you didn't get the moron. He's shooting at us." The angry shout came from the little phone.

"That's not Cholo Mr. Kaufman." Riley whispered, watching as more explosions erupted in the city. Slack stepped closer to Riley as I dashed inside the van, where Charlie, Anchor, Pretty Boy and Foxy were watching the devastation from the door. I lept into Charlie's arms, hiding from the explosions that ripped through the city.

"Holy shit.." Foxy whispered, watching the lights.

"Charlie..they got across the river.." I whispered up to him, tears shining in my eyes. He nodded his head, tugging his hat more securely onto my head, making sure that once again, my ears were covered. I smiled softly up at him as he kissed the corner of my eye.

"Oh look. I don't even gotta blow the place up. Fucking stenches did it for me." Cholo spat, watching the city smoke up in flames. I couldn't control the tears that silently slipped past my cheeks, as I stuffed my face into Charlie's shoulder. He pressed his cheek against my head, one cheek ballooning up with air as he puffed it out in a sigh. A common fact that he was upset about something.

I couldn't believe they got to everyone.