"Well, I guess we are unemployed,." Geno said as he drove down the empty
highway. "So, when should we sell the van?"
Michelle frowned. "I think we should keep it, we may need to live in it from now on."
"Then how are we suppose to get money?" He grinned. "I could pimp you."
"No thanks." She reached over and pulled out a laptop. "Let's see if the mob has..yup, black ball on Chaos and Galanodel. Wonderful. That means they won't be calling to hire us."
Geno chuckled. "I still can't believe the mob is on the internet."
"Welcome to the 21st century." Michelle clicked some buttons, and then sighed. "We got mail."
"Let me guess..canceling orders for jobs?
"Yea, yea..hold on..here something, looks like a job offer."
Geno sighed. "Don't tease me like that. No one in the mob will dare even see us after what we did to Tony."
"Looks real to me..wow."
"I'm not interested."
Michelle put the screen in front of his face. Geno's eyes went wide and he just stared for a few seconds, and pulled off on the side of the road. She stared at him as he looked at the screen, then back at her, then back at the screen.
"Am..am I reading this right?"
She nodded. "Yup, this guy's going to give us a million dollars."
"It's.it's got...it's got to be a trap!"
Michelle sighed. "And if it is, so what? I know neither of us like saying it, but you know what, I'm going to: We are better than them. We are higher than them. We are gods to them!"
"Your not a god Michelle, not even close."
"You know what I mean. We can take their money and run. And all we have to do is win a tournament."
Geno scanned the page, ahven't stopped at the very large figure. "Domino..Michelle, I can't.."
"We could disguise ourselves, go as Chaos and Gala. No one would know." Geno looked at her, and got out of the van. "Geno, come on!"
He looked at her, and with a twirl of his dagger, opened a massive portal. He walked back to the van and sighed. "We'll need to get a few things, and that means going to the one place I never wanted to go.."
Michelle gave him a pat on the shoulder. "None of us want to see our graves."
Michelle frowned. "I think we should keep it, we may need to live in it from now on."
"Then how are we suppose to get money?" He grinned. "I could pimp you."
"No thanks." She reached over and pulled out a laptop. "Let's see if the mob has..yup, black ball on Chaos and Galanodel. Wonderful. That means they won't be calling to hire us."
Geno chuckled. "I still can't believe the mob is on the internet."
"Welcome to the 21st century." Michelle clicked some buttons, and then sighed. "We got mail."
"Let me guess..canceling orders for jobs?
"Yea, yea..hold on..here something, looks like a job offer."
Geno sighed. "Don't tease me like that. No one in the mob will dare even see us after what we did to Tony."
"Looks real to me..wow."
"I'm not interested."
Michelle put the screen in front of his face. Geno's eyes went wide and he just stared for a few seconds, and pulled off on the side of the road. She stared at him as he looked at the screen, then back at her, then back at the screen.
"Am..am I reading this right?"
She nodded. "Yup, this guy's going to give us a million dollars."
"It's.it's got...it's got to be a trap!"
Michelle sighed. "And if it is, so what? I know neither of us like saying it, but you know what, I'm going to: We are better than them. We are higher than them. We are gods to them!"
"Your not a god Michelle, not even close."
"You know what I mean. We can take their money and run. And all we have to do is win a tournament."
Geno scanned the page, ahven't stopped at the very large figure. "Domino..Michelle, I can't.."
"We could disguise ourselves, go as Chaos and Gala. No one would know." Geno looked at her, and got out of the van. "Geno, come on!"
He looked at her, and with a twirl of his dagger, opened a massive portal. He walked back to the van and sighed. "We'll need to get a few things, and that means going to the one place I never wanted to go.."
Michelle gave him a pat on the shoulder. "None of us want to see our graves."