Okay everyone. I know I dropped the ball by falling off the radar for two months, but I had to rewrite this chapter three times, and it still feels like I didn't get it right. But this is it. The actual crossover begins now!
Chapter Five
A southern advance and a sudden change.
February 23rd, 2038. Alcatraz Island. San Francisco, California. Three years since C.J. took office as A.S.A. leader and military general.
C.J. stared at the sight before him. The pile of dead Highwaymen wasn't as big as he thought it would be after he and his army invaded Alcatraz the night before with a well placed beach landing under the cover of the morning fog, overrunning the small island in less than an hour.
What was most odd was the fact that despite having large stockpiles of rare scrap stored, the Highwaymen didn't have any veteran gang members or enforcers stationed on the island like the last time C.J. and Roger went on a scrap run to the outpost. The dead bodies were made up of either new recruits or people that had been running with the gang for only a few years.
"All bodies collected, sir." Said a soldier as he saluted C.J.
"And what about our dead? Any casualties on our side?" Asked C.J. as he looked at the soldier.
"A few wounded, but no deaths, sir."
C.J. smiled. A good battle was when death only occurred on the enemies side and not yours. At least that was what his father taught him. "Good. Now gather some troops to drench the pile in ethanol and light it on fire. Those bodies are a bio-hazard and I don't want people getting sick from disease." C.J. then turned and walked away towards the docks where his friends were gathered.
Walking past Adelaide and Roger's helicopters, C.J. found that everyone had gathered around a picnic table on the dock next to Carmina and Nick's float planes, talking about what they did during the battle for Alcatraz Island, or in Nana's case, boasting.
"While Carmina and her father were dropping bombs from their planes on the other side of the island, I lined my scope up on an unsuspecting punk at the top of the watchtower, and with a quick squeeze of the trigger, I popped his useless melon and sent him tumbling over the side like a retarded lemming." Said Nana, causing the group to laugh.
Sure, laughing at someones death is a dark thing to do, but in a world with no TV or internet, options for entertainment were few and far between.
Grace then gave her bit from the fight. "Oh yeah? That's nothing compared to the Highwaymen I out sniped. Shot the motherfucker right through her scope and out the back of her furry skull. Fox bitch never had a chance. Of course I wouldn't of had the chance if Cap never got me an appointment for laser-eye surgery in Boise and gave me back my eyesight. I just hope I can repay him someday." Said Grace as she adjusted her glasses.
"No need to repay me, Grace. You've already gave me my moneys worth by joining us on our push south to retake California." Said C.J. as walked up to his friends.
Before anyone else could say a word, C.J. got tackled to the ground by an overjoyed Timber who began to lick the young leaders face. "Gahhh! No Timber, no licking! I know you missed me, but you don't need to lick me to death! Someone get him off of me!"
Everybody laughed as C.J. pushed the happy dog off while wiping the slobber from his face. Pastor Jerome then walked over and helped him up.
"Glad to have you join us, Cap. We were wondering when you'd come along." Said Jerome as he gave C.J. a pat on the back.
"I just had to finish up some army business before I came over." Said C.J. as a plume of black smoke began to rise into the sky behind him.
"Well you're here now, partner. So why don't you pull up a chair and chat a while." Said Nick as he moved over so C.J. could have a seat at the table and visit his friends.
"Thanks, Nick. I actually wanted to talk to you guys about something important." C.J. then took off his dark green alice pack and pulled out a rolled up map and a yellow folder and put them on the table.
"Whats this stuff for?" Asked Carmina.
"Our next destination: The city of Los Angeles." C.J. then unrolled the map and pointed to a city circled in red marker ink.
"That map is outdated, dude."
"Excuse me?" Asked C.J. in an annoyed tone as everyone turned to look at Xander Flynn, Adelaide's boyfriend.
"I said that map is outdated." Repeated Xander.
"Well no shit, soy face. After a nuclear war, everything becomes outdated. Hell, some of my troops are using weapons and gear from as far back as world war two! Whats your fucking point?!" C.J. began to contemplate about punching the liberal smoothie maker square in the face to shut him up.
"The point is that I used to live in that city before I moved to Montana to try and open a new chain of smoothie shops. You know, get into an untapped market? And before I left, the city council decided to change the city name from Los Angeles to Los Vistas."
"Why the heck would they do that?" Asked Nick.
"They changed it so it wasn't offensive to-" Xander jumped back as C.J. yanked Blood Dragon from its holster and aimed it at the startled yoga instructor, only to be stopped by Carmina as she grabbed his arm and forced his aim skyward.
"Cap! What the hell is wrong with you?! I know none of us are politically correct but that doesn't mean you can shoot Xander because he is! Seriously, whats gotten into you?!"
C.J. looked around at the concerned faces of his friends. Even Timber and Horatio seemed worried.
Realizing what he had done, C.J. let the pistol fall from his now shaking hand where it landed on the picnic table with a clatter. He then sat down on the ground and began taking deep breaths to calm himself while everyone gathered around him. After a moment, he spoke.
"I'm sorry, guys. And I'm sorry I pulled a gun on you, Xander. Its just that I've been having these bouts of anger that just flair up from out of nowhere lately, and Selene thinks it might be because I'm getting too stressed out from all the fighting and the fact that I'm also trying to rebuild the whole damn country at the same time! Seriously, how Rush did this without going up the wall is beyond me!"
"At least your doing the breathing exercises I suggested."
Everyone turned to see Selene walking up to the group along with Kim and ex-highwaymen turned friend and ally, Irwin Smalls. C.J. quickly got up and welcomed the rest of his friends over.
"Selene, Kim, glad you guys finally came." He then turned to Irwin and greeted him. "Hey Irwin. Did any of the captured Highwaymen run their mouth off around you while you were in the holding cells with them?"
Irwin shook his head. "Nope. Sorry slick, but I don't think the twins sent any guys south, so you can rest easy. And why the hell are we headin' south anyway?"
C.J. walked back to the picnic table and pulled some pictures out of the folder and held them up for everyone to see. "We managed to hack another satellite last year, and it had a camera that we used to take pictures of southern California. This is what we found when we took a picture of Los Angeles."
"Los Vistas." Said Xander.
C.J. rolled his eyes before correcting himself. "Los Vistas." Then held up a picture that was particularly green in color.
"Los Vistas has the potential to take our food and ethanol production to the next level!" C.J. then grabbed more pictures from the folder and passed them around to his friends. "Look at these other pictures! Giant flowers! Soft and hardwood trees as big as redwoods! This place is full of green life that's not just surviving, but thriving!"
Sure enough, everyone had different expressions as they looked at the pictures C.J. gave them.
Bannock had a big grin on his face as he looked at the pictures showing the huge forest growing out of the city. "Those forest look ripe for cutting. I'll have to remember to give Claymore's chain an extra good sharpening before my loggers and I tackle that job. Heck, I'll even start up a new sawmill while we're at it."
Kim then pointed at another picture that caught her interest. "Cap, we could start a new settlement out of this old gated community on the northern outskirts of the city. It looks like there are plenty of houses we could fix up, and the surrounding area seems flat enough to turn into farmland. Plus we could reinforce the wall to make it more defensive."
Nick then walked up next to Kim and pointed at another part of the picture. "That place looks like it also housed a bunch of rich snobs, too. Some of those houses have pools and helicopter pads, and there seems to be an overgrown runway on the east side with a hanger that was probably for their private jets."
C.J. then grabbed the map from the table and held it up for all to see. "That might seem good enough to you guys, but the real prize is this!" He then pointed to a part of the map near the ocean.
"What the heck are you pointin' at, Cap?" Asked Hurk.
"Its an oil refinery that was used to make gas before the collapse, and its three times the size of the refinery we have in Oregon. If we can repair it and convert it to make ethanol, we'll be able to rebuild America at twice the speed we're going at now!"
Even with all this great news the Captain was giving them, Carmina noticed that the group was one head short. "Hey Cap, wheres the Judge?" She asked.
C.J. then turned towards his friend and explained. "Oh, yeah. Funny thing, Carmina. The reason the Judge isn't here is because he and Joseph Seed already kept going south without us towards Los Vistas with the rest of New Eden. But we'll get there around the same time as them since they're traveling the whole three hundred fifty miles by foot and we'll be taking a train in a few weeks once we get ourselves ready to go farther south."
"Can't my dad and I fly ahead with Roger and Adelaide since our aircraft won't fit on any railroad flatcars?" Asked Carmina.
C.J. shook his head. "Part of the reason why we won't be leaving right-away is so that we can modify the aircraft we're taking with us for transportation by rail. And besides, Irwin said there shouldn't be any Highwaymen in Los Vista, so there is no reason to worry. Everything will be fine. Plus we won't be completely blind going south. Bean already sent a few of his scouting teams to Los Vistas to gather info for us about the land and the locals, we'll be fine." Assured the young leader.
Little did C.J. know, his journey south would change his life in more ways than he expected.
Morning on the surface in Las Vistas started the same as it did for most people, but one human girl by the name of Wolf had already been up hours before the sun rose. Mainly because most mutes didn't wake up as early as they did in their pre-mute days, so it was the best time to scavenge for food, water, and any other supplies that might be needed.
As she moved silently through the brush and overgrowth of the city, Wolf spotted a deer drinking water from a stream. On instinct, she dove into a bush and hid from the unsuspecting animal, its white hide and red antlers sticking out like a sore thumb in the morning light against the surrounding foliage of the concrete jungle. Wolf then flipped the hood of her wolf skin cloak over her head as she prepared to strike. A perfect hit with Stalky would earn her a weeks worth of meat in an instant. But just as Wolf was about to pounce, her concentration was shattered by the appearance of a thin red beam of light that slowly crawled up the side of the deer she was stalking. Before she could react, a loud noise pierced the morning silence.
(BANG!)
The deer instantly dropped over dead with a small hole in its side, causing the now scared Wolf to quickly run back to a farther bush and hide once more, not wanting to be found by who or whatever just stole her kill out from under her.
After a couple minutes of waiting, Wolf saw a human woman with dark skin walk over to the dead deer and pick it up, throwing it over her shoulder. The woman in question wore a red balaclava over the lower part of her face, along with a pair of black sneakers and a short-sleeved black hoodie and matching shorts, both of which were covered in white graffiti. The woman also carried a red painted piece of wood and metal with a yellow tube on top that the young girl assumed was probably the woman's weapon, judging by how she carried it.
Wolf had never seen a human dressed like her before, which meant that she was either a loner like her, or worst, she was part of a new group that had come to play in Las Vistas. Against her better judgment, Wolf decided to follow the woman. Even though she lost her deer, Wolf thought that if she followed the woman long enough, she might find the her camp and get to steal some food when she wasn't looking.
After a short distance of stalking, Wolf saw the woman walk out of the woods up to a pickup truck sitting on the side of road where her partner had been waiting in the drivers seat, smoking a cigarette. Much to Wolf's shock, the person in the truck was a lizard mute in a graffiti covered winter coat.
'Humans and mutes working together? Who the heck are these guys?' Thought Wolf as she observed the two from behind a nearby tree.
"Yo, I heard a shot. You get something?" Asked the lizard.
"Fuck yeah I got something. Bagged a deer. Now we can go back and not be empty-handed this time." Said the human as she tossed the deer into the back of the pickup.
The lizard pumped his fist at this. "Kick-ass! I was getting tired of having to sleep outside. Its fuckin' cold at night."
"The fuck you know about cold? It's winter in southern California! The temperature has been in the sixties all week, yet you always sleep next to a fuckin' fire at night with the other cold-bloods!" Snapped the human as she entered the passenger side of the truck.
"Hey, its technically still winter. Besides, California isn't the same as Arizona." The mute then pulled the zipper of his jacket up. "Let's just get back to camp, I'm starving."
Wolf was shocked once more as the truck roared to life and sped down the road, blasting music the whole way. These guys were definitely not from Los Vistas. Not only did they have an actual working vehicle that wasn't pulled by other mutes like the Mod Frogs or powered by their own gases like the Scooter Skunks, but from what the human said to the mute, there were more people like them in the area.
Just as Wolf was about to go on her way to look for food somewhere else, her stomach gave a growl of protest, causing the girl to look down and talk to her gut. "Your not gonna let this go, are you?" She was answered by a second growl. Wolf then gave a sigh and started to run in the direction the truck went and hoped that this choice didn't end with her getting killed.
An hour of traveling later, Wolf managed to follow the tire tracks of the truck to the eastern side of the city where she found something that was a lot bigger than a camp. If anything, the place looked like some kind of outpost centered around an old park amphitheater where more humans and mutes were busy putting up sound speakers.
The young survivalist quickly climbed up a nearby tree so she could observe the area better and saw that the humans and mutes all wore similar clothing and armor, and that they all were carrying strange looking weapons that were painted red. The only exception to this was a small handful of humans and mutes that had full body armor and weapons that were painted, out of all things, pink.
Just as she was about to climb back down and continue her search for a meal, Wolf spotted two human men that were with the strange group walk up to the tree she was in. She instantly froze in place, hoping that neither human would look up and find her.
"Hey man, you sure the twins will like this place? Doesn't seem too impressive." Said the first human as he walked up to the tree.
The second human rolled his eyes. "Are you shittin' me? This place is perfect! It's full of giant flowers and other kinds of green shit we can crank into ethanol. Once the twins get here and see this place, we'll be set! Better guns, better gear, better cars!"
"Yeah, yeah. I've heard it all before. You go on ahead and grab us some chow, I gotta take a piss."
"Okay man, but if you take too long, I'm eating your share."
The second human laughed a bit then walked off, leaving his friend by himself. This worked in Wolf's favor. Taking out a lone target with his guard down was significantly easier than two at a time. But instead of having to wait, Wolf heard the human begin to struggle.
"Dammit! Of all the times this could happen, my zipper gets stuck when I need to take a fuckin' leak!"
As the human continued with the fight against his fly, he felt something sting his neck before falling over and blacking out. Wolf then pulled Stalky back up into the tree before climbing down and looked at the man who now laid passed out on the ground with a purple welt on his neck and a big wet spot in his shorts.
Smirking at the idiot for a moment, Wolf continued on in the direction the first man went, nearing her goal of obtaining food for herself.
In other parts of Los Vistas, the humans and mutes living in the city were obtaining their meals and other needed supplies through different methods. Some hunted, some scavenged, and others traded. One of these people who traded was a member of the Fitness Raccoons who was currently in Ratland repairing one of the many rides, exchanging her skills as a self taught mechanic for food to feed herself and rest of her pack.
"Hey Grease Gun, will you be finished soon?" Asked a rat mute named Any while she watched the raccoon, now named Grease Gun, work on repairing the ferris wheel.
Grease Gun wiped her hands off on her olive drab mechanic jumpsuit before she looked up and shot the rat an annoyed look through her safety glasses. "Amy, I just started work two hours ago! Why would you think it would be done already!?" Snapped the raccoon.
Amy quickly became embarrassed. "Sorry. Its just that the ferris wheel it one of our main attractions, and Brad and I are afraid that it isn't fixed soon, people won't come back to the park!"
"Well don't get your hopes up too soon, look here." Grease Gun then pulled up a few gears that had broken teeth on the edges. "The reason the wheel isn't turning is because some of your gears are broken, most likely from letting passengers that were too heavy on your ride."
Amy perked up at this news. "So you can still fix it? That's great!"
"(Sigh) Yes, I can fix it. But if you don't want your ride to break down again, you'll need to put a weight limit on the ride. With these types of gears, I'd say to keep the limit to maybe six or seven hundred pounds per car."
Amy became shocked at what the raccoon told her. "But we can't discriminate against people because of their weight! And what about the elephants? Many of them are season pass holders! If we don't let them use the ferris wheel, they might give us terrible reviews on our surveys!"
Grease Gun rolled her eyes at this. "Well its either a weight limit or you keep the ride closed so I can gut the gearbox and modify it to handle heavier passengers. Your call."
"A decision this big will require a group meeting with Brad and the other members of the staff. Could we have some time to think about this?" Asked Amy.
The raccoon gave a nod. "Sure. Either way I'd still have to go back home to the dump and scrounge up some new parts for you guys, so it makes no difference to me. Just have whoever you send to the dump let me know what you guys decided to do." Grease Gun then finished packing up her tools and snapped the lid of her toolbox shut, but was stopped by Amy before she started to leave.
"Is everything okay? You seem a bit down."
"Oh, sorry Amy. Its just that aside from Ratland, this city is so boring. Sometimes I wish that I could just leave and explore the world, or that something interesting would happen here."
Amy became curious. "Oh? Like what?"
Grease Gun thought for a moment. "I don't know. Anything, really. But it doesn't have to be anything too big. Maybe even something small like getting to meet someone interesting, or that at least shares my likes and interest."
Hearing what her friend said, Amy began to catch on to what the true underlying problem was. "You had another fight with your sister again. Carton, right?"
Grease Gun tensed up for a moment before she answered. "(Sigh) Yeah, we had a fight again. It's kinda funny when you look at it. Here I am, the older sister working to help get food for our pack, and yet it's my younger sister who is worrying about me."
"Why would she worry about you?"
"Well, its-" Grease Gun's thoughts were then interrupted by a rapid popping noise in the distance. "What was that?"
Amy's ears perked up at the noise. "I don't know. A lot of mutes and even humans have told us rats that some strange things have been happening around the city lately."
"Like what?"
"All kinds of weird stuff. Strange noises, weird graffiti paintings, random fires starting, people going missing."
Grease Gun raised a brow at this. "Why would people going missing be weird? Scarlemagne kidnaps humans all the time."
Amy shook her head. "No no no, that's not what I meant. When I say people are going missing, I mean both humans and mutes."
"Why would anyone kidnap mutes along with humans? That doesn't make any sense." Asked the puzzled raccoon.
Amy shrugged. "It doesn't make sense to me, either. But all I know is that you should be careful on your trip back to the dump. If you went missing, the park would fall apart in no time."
"You stay safe as well, Amy. And be sure to let me know what you guys decide to do about the ferris wheel, okay?" Grease Gun then exchanged a quick hug with her friend before grabbing up her toolbox and started walking back home.
Back at the outpost, Wolf closed in towards the kitchen area within a bunch of burned-out food trucks where the smell of roasting meat filled the air. This perked her hunger even more as she continued to sneak by more foot patrols while crawling through bushes and under parked cars and trucks.
Once Wolf was hidden in a bush that was close enough to the kitchen, she started looking for any food she could take for herself, until she saw another pickup truck pull into the kitchen area towing a flatbed trailer loaded down with a ton of canned food. After the truck came to a stop, two male mutes, a doberman and a badger, exited the truck and were met by a fat human man wearing a blood stained apron (obviously the camp chef) who then started talking to the two mutes.
"Well well. Looks like you guys made a good haul. You find a grocery store that wasn't picked clean?" Asked the chef.
The two mutes just laughed. "Fuck no, man. We found a camp full of these dipshit humans who claimed they were the last members of a group called the 'Fanatics', and they just had this pile of canned food stacked in a pyramid in the middle of their camp for no reason." Said the doberman as he began the story.
"And what happened after found this camp?" Asked the chef.
The badger then spoke up. "Well we walked up and told them that the city was now Highwaymen territory, and that they had to pay a 'tax' to us if they wanted to stay on our good side. But instead of begging or arguing with us, one of the fuckers just walked right up and punched me in the face. Can you fuckin' believe that?"
'So these guy call themselves the Highwaymen.' Thought Wolf as she continued to listen to the three talk.
The chef rolled his eyes at what the badger said. "And let me guess, you guys beat the shit out of the dude, right?"
The badger shook his head. "Hell no! I bit that motherfuckers throat out. We then shot the place up, wasted everyone in the camp, and took all the food."
The mutes began to laugh again until the chef smacked the badger upside his head.
"You morons! Didn't you remember what the head enforcer told us when we got here? Don't stir up shit until the twins say otherwise. You want us to get forced out before we get a chance to get dug in!?"
The two mutes then growled at the chef. "Hey don't get pissy with us, old man. We were told to go out and get food, and we got food." Snapped the doberman.
"Yeah! And those pricks had some good shit too, including this!" Said the badger as he then drove his point home by walking up to the back of the pickup and dropped the tailgate down to reveal a six legged pig with four eyes and cyan skin locked in a cage. The pig then gave a worried squeal as it's eyes shifted around.
This caused the chef to change his tune from pissed to impressed. "Well I'll be dammed. We haven't had fresh pork in a good long time."
The badger nodded in agreement. "Yeah, I know what you mean. I can already taste that sweet ham."
"The hell you will! This little porker is getting put aside for the twins and is gonna get the works. Honey glaze, apple in its mouth, the whole nine yards." The chef said as he walked over and picked up the cage as the pig began to squeal in panic.
But despite the fact they were losing their pig, the two mutes were more surprised at what the chef told them. "Hold up. You said the twins are coming here?" Asked the doberman.
"Yep. Mickey and Lou caught wind of our expedition out of Arizona and said they were gonna come down and oversee our operations to make sure everything goes smooth. You guys go grab some chow, I gotta prep this little bastard for dinner." Said the chef as he hauled the pig off to be butchered. The two mutes just looked at each other and shrugged before they walked off to get some food.
Seeing the area clear, Wolf moved out of her hiding spot and up to the trailer full of canned food. The choices she had were staggering. Everything from canned meat to chocolate pudding to peas was stacked on the trailer, and it was all free for the taking.
Spotting an empty backpack in the back of the truck, Wolf grabbed it and started filling it with canned food as quickly as she could, until she heard the sound of glass breaking and pig squealing. 'How hard is it to kill one pig?' Thought Wolf as she continued to gather more food cans. But as she finished zipping up the now full backpack, Wolf heard a loud blast from behind the food trucks as the pig she saw from earlier zip around the corner and smash into her before continuing to run away.
The chef quickly ran around the corner screaming after the pig, holding a rusty pump shotgun in his hands, with the left one bleeding. "I'LL TEACH YOU TO BITE ME YOU-" Everything then went to hell once the chef spotted Wolf holding a backpack full of food. "HEY! I SEE YOU, YA LITTLE SCAB!"
Wolf quickly rolled to the side as the chef raised his shotgun and fired, only for her to be covered in a mishmash of different foods as the cans she was standing in front of exploded from the volley of buckshot. Before the chef could get a second shot off, Wolf ran at him and used Stalky to pol-vault herself into the air and knocked the chef out with a well placed heel to the face, sending him to the ground with a thud. With the chef downed, Wolf turned and ran towards the woods, only to run into two more Highwaymen who pulled up their assault rifles and fired at her.
Now in full panic mode, Wolf ran, jumped, and rolled to dodge the automatic gunfire that was being thrown at her, a hard thing to do when you're bogged down with a backpack full of canned food. And while Wolf's tactics did keep her alive, the only downside was that in the process of not becoming swiss cheese was that she had unintentionally ran into the middle of the Highwaymen outpost, alerting every member of the camp. In the middle of the confusion, Wolf saw a Highwaymen run to a small tower and throw a lever, causing the green light on top of the tower to turn red, followed by a bunch of alarms sounding off while pink and blue roman candles shot off into the air.
With the situation going from bad to worse, Wolf continued dodging bullets as she ran into the woods on the other side of the outpost while more and more Highwaymen began shooting at her. But as Wolf ran out of the camp and into the woods, a red beam of light trailed up the back of her head. When Wolf turned her head to see if she was being followed, the sniper that was watching her through their rifle scope fired, knocking the girl into the brush.
The Highwaymen combed the woods for two hours looking for the kid that ripped them off, with no success. But what they didn't know was that Wolf had managed to escape, and was now hiding in one of her many safe-houses scattered throughout the city.
Once she was sure the area was secure, Wolf tossed the backpack of food on the floor and walked over to a chest containing different items she collected over the years and pulled out a hand mirror, a needle with a spool of thread, and a first aid kit. Looking at herself in the mirror, Wolf saw that her right cheek had a long bloody cut from where the bullet grazed her face. A wound like that would surely leave a scar once it healed.
Without hesitating, Wolf hung the mirror up on a nail in a nearby wall and started the difficult task of cleaning and stitching up the nasty cut that adorned her face. Her first action was to grab the first aid kit and pull out a couple of sanitizing wipes and clean the wound. Her cheek stung like crazy, but Wolf knew that compared to the pain that would come from dying of infection, the stinging was nothing. Next came the more painful part of the procedure; stitching the wound so it wouldn't split any further than it already had.
Wolf pulled a length of thread from the spool and bit the end off before threading it through the needle. This part would hurt the worst, but she knew that it was necessary for the best chance at healing. With a deep breath, Wolf looked in the mirror and plunged the needle into her cheek.
Every pull of the thread felt worst than the last, but after a few minutes of fighting her pain, the job was done. After tying the end of the thread off, Wolf pulled out a large bandage and put it over her cheek to help keep dirt and bugs out of her wound while it healed.
Satisfied with her work, Wolf walked over to her bag of food and pulled out a can of sliced peaches in syrup, pulled the tab open, and began to eat her meal. After the hell she went through with the Highwaymen, she deserved a sweet treat to brighten up her day.
Alright, chapter five is over and done! Again, I'm sorry it took so long, but I'm glad I finally got it out to you, the readers. So please, leave a review and tell me what you guys think of it.
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