Rusty drove along the road in his Mustang convertible. His mouth curled upwards slightly into a satisfied smirk. He was broke and the Italian police continued their search for him, as well as the United States FBI (Though for some reason searching for a Rooster Pollock). Still, his grin remained, unwavering as these thoughts filled his mind. It did not matter if the entire world was searching for him. He had converted a cop. And she was hot. Not even in the slightly hot nice, girl-next-door way. No, she was spicy, like salsa or Tabasco sauce. H-O-T! So, as he sped across the freeway to Canada, his mind flooded with positive thoughts. None of which were even slightly related to the crisis which he would have to face in twelve hours time.
MEANWHILE (In the Fort Saskatchewan, Alberta, Canada Penitentiary)
"Ocean, this is ALL YOUR FAULT!"
"Cool it Basher. Just a slight miscalculation is all."
"Our target was in Gander, Newfoundland!"
"Isn't that just a few miles away?"
"A FEW MILES? This guy thinks Newfoundland is only a few miles away. TRY A FEW HUNDRED MILES EAST!"
"Oh. Oops."
"Oops? Is that all that you have to say?"
"Oopsy Daisy?"
As a dark skinned man with a slight English accent and a distinguished man in his forties with a hint of grey in his hair argued over their situation, a young man stood on a bench within the jail cell, and stared out the window, overlooking grassy plains. A man easily in his sixties sat next to him and turned his head to face the young man. To the other side of the young man sat a thin woman with a pointed nose, glaring in the direction of Daniel Ocean. The wrinkled man spoke quietly, "See a way out?"
"No."
"See Rusty?"
"No."
"See the van?'
"No."
"Damn."
"Yup."
"Rusty should have been here sooner,"
"Yup."
"Well, this lift didn't work out too well did it?"
"Nope."
Suddenly, the young man bounced on the bench, knocking the two others onto the floor. Excitedly, he jumped off of the bench and ran around the jail cell. While doing so, he hugged each one of the inmates. After this was complete, he returned to observing the plains through the small window.
"Saw rusty, eh?" the old man inquired.
Ocean then asked, "Is Rusty here?"
"Yay! We're saved!" Basher exclaimed loudly.
"Ouch," commented the young woman. After this, Ocean walked over, spun her around and planted a huge kiss squarely on the woman's lips.
Danny then whispered in her ear, "I love you, Tess."
"Wow, one at a time!" the young man remarked.
Basher asked impatiently, "Is Rusty here Linus?"
"Nope!"
"Then why did you get so excited?"
"I saw a car pass by."
"Just one?"
"Yes, the very first!"
"We're screwed."