A/N: How about the U.S.A vs Russia game yesterday... wow. Anyway here's the next chapter.

Fry cracked open a slurm and chugged it down; he crushed the can and tossed it to the sidewalk as he crossed the street and entered the Big Apple Bank. He pulled one of the glass doors open and strode into the bank, taking in his surroundings. He took a few deep breaths then continued towards the line to see the teller. Okay, just get a good look at the bank. Fry noticed several wooden- or they at least looked wooden –benches scattered about the bank with various potted plants on either side of them. He also took note that there were security cameras in all corners of the bank, No way to avoid getting seen. Fry stopped once he reached to back of the line; he took a scrap of paper out of his pocket and read what was inscribed on it:

Go in the bank

Look for cameras

Get in line

Do something suspicious

Take note of who looks at you and where they are

Something suspicious? What's something that's suspicious? The line moved forward slightly and Fry tried to think of something that would raise red flags for the security staff. Oh! I can stick my hand in my jacket like I'm hiding a gun! Fry positioned his hand in his jacket like so, and looked around the room for undercover guards. As the line moved forward he noticed a few men in suits looking at him suspiciously, they seemed to grow more and more timid as he neared the teller. Finally he reached the front of the line and stepped forward, he slowly removed his hand from his coat, as if he was drawing a gun; in response the men began speed walking towards him. He finished taking his hand out, revealing that it was empty; the men stopped in their tracks and returned to their posts. He approached the teller, "I'd like to withdraw three hundred forty bucks."

"Okay sir, just a moment." The teller reached behind the desk and pushed a few buttons, in no time she held the money that Fry requested. She counted it, and then handed it to him, along with a receipt.

"Thanks lady."

Fry took his money and exited the bank, counting it as he went. That went extremely well. We're one step closer to saving Leela. Fry stepped out into the busy New New York streets where Bender was waiting for him in a hover car.

"Where'd you get that?" Fry asked as he came closer to the vehicle.

"Don't axe."

Fry didn't question the robot any further, he simply opened the passenger door and climbed in. Fry relayed to Bender where the bank's guards were positioned and then switched on the radio, "Bender, which station plays songs from my era?" The robot kept one hand on the steering wheel and put the other to his chin and scratched it, "The best of the stupid ages...ninety nine point nine repeating."

Fry didn't really like that his time was called the stupid ages, but what could he do. Fry tuned the radio to the station Bender named then leaned back in the passenger seat. Sure enough Bender was right, some Danzig song that Fry only half remembered blared over the car's stereo system. Fry put his window down and let his right arm flop out onto the door. He tapped his fingers on the outside of the door along with the beat of the song. Bender soon surrendered himself to the music as well, tapping his free foot on the car floor, "You guys may have been total idiots, but you made some damn fine music."

Bender brought the car to a stop outside the entrance of the hospital and lowered the car to ground level, "I'll be back in an hour."

Fry nodded and watched the car speed off in the direction of the nearest strip club, Just like Bender; drown your troubles in booze and floozy bots. Fry turned away from the street and entered the hospital. He approached an oval desk with some sort of beetle-like creature behind it.

"What room is Turanga Leela staying in?"

With its top two arms the insect lifted up a clipboard, "Turanga Leela… fifty seven, it's on the third floor, first hallway to your right once you leave the elevator."

"Thank you." Fry walked across the lobby and pushed the up button, calling the elevator. It arrived a few seconds later and he stepped in, third floor. Fry looked at all of the numbered buttons, they all called to him, they all begged for him to push them. Fry pressed the three on the keypad, once the elevator began moving he pressed every other numbered button. The elevator arrived at the third floor and he jumped out, watching the doors close before he turned around. First hallway on my right, Fry saw there were three other hallways and was glad that the secretary had told him which one to go down. He turned down the first hallway on his right and began down it, boy is this a long hallway. Fry read the door numbers aloud to himself as he passed them, "Fifty five, fifty six, fifty seven."

He stopped outside her door, Try not to get too emotional Philip. Fry took a deep breath then pushed her door open and entered her room. It was about as well furnished as her apartment- and that was being generous – the only furniture being the bed in which she slept and a blue chair next to it. However, unlike her apartment a huge window occupied the wall behind the chair that was behind her bed. Fry sat down in the chair and scooted it closer to the bed, he took her right hand in his and held it, letting himself relax to the steady beeps of machines hooked up to her. Fry kissed her hand then looked at her, "Leela, I'm going to get you out of here."

The blanket that covered her torso and legs stirred, Fry lifted it up to see what was moving and found Nibbler curled up against her side. Fry poked the alien and he opened his eyes, when he saw Fry he climbed out from underneath the blankets.

"You get around." Fry gestured to the Nibblonian and then to the bed.

"So do you Fry."

"So?"

"It's not of importance right now Fry. As you know, the DOOP and the COOP are now at war. It is only a matter of time before the Omicronians join the conflict."

"Have those other two armies showed up yet?"

"No, so time remains on our side."

"Once I help Leela I'll be able help you Nibbler."

"There may not be enough time for that."

"Well there better be, because I'm getting the money for her surgery whether it dooms the universe or not."

"But Fry-"

"All my life I've been told what to do, this time- this one time I'm going to make my own decision."

"Fry, it's not the right one, the fate of the universe rests in your very hands and you're just going to put it off until later… unless she truly is… the other."

"Who are you to say that saving Leela isn't the right decision?"

"The steward of the universe."

"Oh… well… it doesn't matter, coz I'm saving her."

Fry stood up, kissed Leela's hand, then stormed out of the hospital. A few minutes later Bender pulled up in his car and picked Fry up. Bender gestured to the back seat of the car; Fry looked behind him and was a little stunned to see Robero. Roberto sat next to three assault rifles. "Roberto's the best in the business." Roberto said, referring to himself in the third person without even noticing. Fry gave him a nervous nod, and looked back a Bender, "You ready?"

"My circuits were wired ready." Bender stuck a cigar in his mouth and handed one to Fry, "Not until the fat lady sings."

Fry took the cigar and stuck it in his jacket's inside pocket. Roberto tapped him on the shoulder and handed him an assault rifle, Roberto also handed Bender a rifle before taking the wheel, "I'll wait for you in the alley behind the bank."

Fry and Bender exited the car and crossed the street to the bank, tension building inside of Fry's head, this isn't going to go well. Bender kicked open the front doors to the bank, fired off a salvo of machinegun fire and stepped inside.