The Maxwell Gang. Wanted for the murder of Lamium. The leader who was found dead in the Ark of Destiny. The four of them, and yet after two years people can only recall the two people from the group. They remember Virginia Maxwell, mainly because her name is in the title of the group. And they remember a man with gray hair, that they do not actually know the name of, but since his hair was so outlandish a color for a young man people cannot help, but to remember it.

The names and features of the other two are all but forgotten all except that they were two men. So, there came one fated day for the group that was not unexpected.

"You, want us to what?" Clive wondered in shock.

"You two, should go back to your lives and let me and Jet just go on being wanted criminals." Virginia restated.

"I don't see why they get to just run off." Jet interjected. "They should have to live the rest of their lives ruined like me."

"He's just a bit angry about all of this." Virginia pointed out.

"Of course I am! I never even wanted to be a group with all of you, and look where it got me for helping. A wanted criminal." Jet crossed his arms in frustration. Choosing to just ignore them all. "Fine, let them go. It'll be a lot quieter. Now to just get rid of the girl and I'll be set."

"Look, Clive," Virginia began. "You have a family. You shouldn't have to keep going like this even if we're your friends. And, Gallows, well, you just have this chance to go on with your life. To start over."

"Still, are you sure?" Gallows wondered. His guilty conscience hitting him.

"Very."

"What do you think Clive?" Gallows wondered.

"I, don't think it's best for the group, but she's right. I have a family. I should be with them." Clive admitted.

"So, we just let this go?" Gallows scratched his head uncomfortably.

"I guess, this is goodbye then?"

"More like good riddance." Jet grumbled.

"Can you go a little faster? I sorta want to get to the next town before the sun sets." Jet groaned as he waited on the rock face for Virginia to climb higher and to the top of the small mountain. She just had to choose the path that went over a mountain for them.

"I'm, trying my best without falling here!"

"Well, obviously it's not good enough!" Jet shouted.

"Shut up!"

"Okay, stop."

"What?"

"I'm going to pass you."

"No, I'll fall."

"No you won't. Just let me go by you. I'm tired of waiting." And Jet went right into doing just that. Trying to climb over Virginia to get ahead. It did not work. He could not reach above her, and she was losing rip as he climb over to get ahead. So, each let go and fell ten feet to the ground. Jet landing first. For about a second he took a breath of pain and wondered how it could get worse. Then she fell on him and the wind went right out of him. "I…told…you."

"S-Shut…up!"

"Why do I have to still travel with you?" Jet wondered. "Why don't you go your own way, and me my own? Stop following me."

"For one thing, we're headed to the same place Jet." Virginia confided. "Besides, I don't want to."

"That's no reason." He massaged his arm that hurt like Hell. He landed on it, but at least he didn't break anything. Just got things sore and bruised. Virginia meanwhile felt great. Yeah, no wonder, she landed on him after all. "I'm going to ditch you as soon as I can and get back to making mad money."

"Really now?"

"Of course. I'm tired of all this other crap. Saving the world and all. I just, want quiet again, and to go back to what I like."

"You sound like an old man."

"You take that back!"

"Why should I? It was just an opinion."

"Pheh. I'm probably younger than you, even though I look about your age." Jet sneered.

"Oh, so what? You're just a stupid clone." He looked to the dirt. "Oh, I didn't mean that. Jet, please, don't take it seriously."

"What do I care what you think or say?" He retorted with a hurt voice. "Whatever, let's just go. Sun will go eventually and I don't want to be out here"

"Can't you do anything right?" He wondered.

"Look, so what? I burnt the dinner. I didn't mean to."

"That was all the food we had!" He grimaced. "Now it's getting late and I can't even look for something to kill. We'll have to go into tomorrow without food. Won't be too hard." He settled on the purple ground. Evening had come and night was not far off. "See, this is why I hate you."

She just sat in silence cleaning up the burnt dinner. "I'm sorry. It was just an accident." She admitted again in a low tone.

"Forget about it. I'm just going to look on ahead. Maybe I can find that town." Jet wandered off.

"I, said I was sorry." She spoke softly. Scooping the horrible food out and into a remote area away from their base camp. A tear hit her eye. She really did feel horrible. She just wanted him to feel better about the situation so she could continue to travel with him. She was not wanting to continue being a fugitive without another with her.

He did not know quite what he was looking for. Jet never knew. He was always just wandering in search of something he never knew what. He came to a rock. A large one. Narrow and long. So, he climbed it. Since it went up high in height he figured he could see much from it.

He scanned the area. To the south, a ruin it seemed. One he never knew about. To the north, the very city they had been looking for. Rock City. If he went back to Virginia they could get there in under an hour and he could get some grub, maybe a drink, and sleep in a bed for the night.

As he turned on the rock he slipped and stumbled. Falling to the ground on his head. Breaking his neck. He did not recall much after that. Just, blacking out and dying. Yes, his lungs stopped. He did not breathe. His body just lied there. As the cool night came along.

To the south, the ruins screamed. Something was started within that would change the course of the future. A machine that had been lying dormant woke.