Zophael said, "What do you mean, 'anywhere'?"

Dash X replied, "Anywhere. You might find him, it's a small town. But he did say he went to school. BF Skinner, I think."

Zophael started heading to the back.

"Good luck finding him!"

He stopped, turned around. "No, no luck..only fate." Then he resumed the chase, going out the back door as it swung shut behind him.

Marshall looked at Dash. He might have just signed Mark's death warrant! "Do you have ANY idea what you just did?!"

Dash grinned, "Sure I do. I made twenty bucks. Another night, another dollar."

"Damn. Hey, you said that this wasn't the last of it. What did you mean?"

"Well, now. That information will cost you."

Marshall asked with sarcasm, "Really? Doesn't it always."

"About eighty dollars."

Marshall stared at Dash. "WHAT?!"

"Eighty dollars. Hey, it's all worth it, for the info I got *now*."

"Really? How's that?"

"You do remember The Donald, right?"

Marshall was silent for a minute. Then he said, "Did you just say..The *Donald*?"

"Yes. What, you got a hearing problem now?"

Marshall was getting very irritated now. "Look, just tell me what you know!"

"Nope. Money first, THEN I talk."

"Fine. But why eighty bucks?"

"Trust me, it's worth it. He said a few interesting things to me, you'll learn exactly what if I get paid."

"Okay, I'll try to get it tomorrow. After school."

"Great! Oh, and you also have to buy me some food."

"What?"

"I charge interest. See ya then, Mars." He walked up, laughing like a maniac.

Marshall shook his head in disbelief. "Well, it just better be worth it. I need to find a way to earn that money.."