A/N: Sorry it took me so long. I was in my lazy mode and well...you get the point. This is going to be a short chapter.

Ulrich walked out of the pawn shop, a gun on each shoulder. As he walked across the street, he thought of something.

Ulrich's POV

I saw a car dealership nearby. As I gazed at a shining Mustang Convertible, I felt a hand tap on my shoulder. Out of instinct, I dropped everything but the shotgun, turn around, and squeezed the trigger. There was a click from the gun and Jeremie standing there, white as a ghost.

"Sorry- Jeremie? What the hell you doing here?"

"Odd told me about you coming into his room and taking some of your stuff," Jeremie said, placing his glasses higher on his nose.

"Nice drop kick on Jim, by the way," Odd said, giving the thumbs up to me.

"So we followed you here,"

"Ya did a lot of running,"

"Yeah, we did. We're gonna join ya," Odd said, being serious.

"Well, I that case, we're gonna need a truck or a van,"

We walked over to a nice looking pickup. As we examined it, a car dealer, came up, eyed the guns, and asked, "May I help you,"

"Yeah, got anything better than this," Odd asked, pointing to the pickup.

"Only one," The dealer led us to a H2.

As he babbled about it being used by the military, I looked all around the car. There was a strip of numbers, zero through nine, on a pad, incase you forgot your key, and a snorkel. Yeah, this was used by the military.

"We'll buy it," I interrupted.

"Excellent! If you could wait here, I'll go get the papers,"

Odd took out a mini TV, you know, the kind that gets shitty reception. It was a news channel, and I could barely hear through his head phones, "Yes, Ulrich, a young man, has committed suicide. He jumped off the dam-"

I turned my head and saw that the car salesman was watching the same thing, and he was reaching for the phone.

"Shit! Get inside! Now!" I yelled, opening the driver's door.

"But that would be stealin-"Jeremie began, but I cut him off.

"Who gives a shit? I'm not blowing my cover!"

I reached up into the visor and found a key. I put it in and turned it, the engine roared to life, but died.

There were the sounds of sirens.

"Shit! Just fucking work!" I yelled, turning the key again.

The engine roared to life...and stayed that way. I backed up, hitting a pick up. Then, I put the car in foreword, and hit the gas.

A/N: We gotta make love one last time in the shower. 'Cause somethings gotta go wrong 'cause I'm feeling way too damn good. And it's like- Oh, sorry. I left the car chase for the next chapter, since I'm gonna try and make it long. And sorry again about it being so long, those of you that have waited paciently for about a month for this short dinkie chapter. I'm am going to get flames for this. So, get your flamethrowers ready! It might be about a week before I get the next chapter up though, becuase I got Grand Theft Auto III and I got cheat codes. If ya want to hear them, email me.