Carly met Michael at his house, but Pinkie is still recovering.
"Between you and me, Pinkie probably isn't smart enough to pull a stunt like this, so that leaves you Carly" Michael said sternly.
"Are you saying Pinkie isn't smart?" Carly asked.
"Of coarse I'm not. But she's always been known as the somewhat nieve person of our group, I don't see her planning something like this" Michael said back.
"Fair enough.. If it helps, at least Lazlow seems intent on being nicer to Pinkie. That's a lot more than can be said for Tracey, Jimmy and Amanda." Carly said.
"Your changing the subject, kid" Michael said, somewhat annoyed.
"Yeah... If anyone's gonna explain this to our informer, Dave, it sh-"
"Look, I'll talk to Dave.. Just tell me what happened?.. And where the hell is Pinkie? I told you both too come?" Michael asked, sternly.
"Look.. They attacked us.. Pinkie was shot, and now their tracking us.. They should all di-"
"Easy Carly.. These aren't just some old, amateurs with pistols.. Their trained killers.. You really don't want to fuck with them, their not to be underestimated" Michael warned.
"Alright, alright. Look.. Pinkie and I were suppose to pick up some drugs for her stupid brother.. But the guy was an FIB informer, and it was a trap.. We had to fight our way out" Carly said.
"And the informer?" Michael asked.
"Well.. I killed him" Carly admitted.
"(sighs) Coarse you did... Look.. We just have to lay low again.. And no going after these guys by yourself.. You won't last more than five minutes, if you attack them head on" Michael warned her.