Ok, so I'll be the first to admit that I'm not perfect. I had thought that my plan was a great plan, but as usual I had left out a major factor in it. I had decided that i would put Max out of her misery, it would be for the best, not just that I didn't like her. I didn't hate her ofcoarse, but there was something about her that bugged me. So I was sitting there waiting for the ambulance to take off and putting a scilencer on my gun, just minding my own business. I've always been good at that.

I didn't see or hear Chase come up behind me until he whispered into my ear. "What are you doing?"

I whirled around and hid my gun behind my back, but it was to late for he'd already seen it. A black mood descended (sp) upon me. I scowled up at him and said. "You are suppossed to be driving behind us."

"Jake put me up here, doesn't trust you." He smiled and continued in a more gentle tone, "Yancy give me the gun."

My scowl turned into a glare as I handed it to him. Then turned away and sat down next to Max glaring down at her. He sat across from me and watched every move I made. This was going to be a long trip...