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The orange flames reflected off of Jimmy's eyes. Nobody said anything as they sat around the small campfire that night. Jimmy took a long stick and gently shoved some of the fiery logs around. His eyes briefly lifted upwards as the embers rose into the sky, disappearing as quickly as they had come.

Nobody was in any mood to talk. They had nearly killed four people, and Libby was almost certainly dead. After thinking about what Captain Smith had said, Cindy had come to the conclusion that he had lied. He wasn't going to protect Libby from her mother. She was already dead. She saw her get shot in the stomach, watched the blood pour from the wound.

Jimmy continued staring at the fire, watching another log turn black as the fire enveloped it. He put down his poking stick and looked to his right. His spear lay stuck straight up in the ground. It was about four feet tall. He pulled it out of the earth and grabbed a rag from his backpack. He began cleaning the blood off of the tip of the weapon.

Sheen also sat in silence, staring straight into the fire. It was the closest thing they had to a TV out here. At least that's what he told himself. He tried to imagine Ultralord fighting in the flames, but his mind kept racing back to Libby. The only girl that he had even remotely cared about was dead.

He looked down at the gun in his hands. Jimmy and Cindy had noticed that he had taken it off the cop, but hadn't said anything. Apparently they trusted him enough to use it now. Unfortunately, he didn't trust himself.

He rolled it over, then held it up. Carefully, he pressed the magazine catch and watched as the magazine of ammo fell into his lap. He pulled back the slide, his eyes following the single bullet that fell out of the chamber onto the ground. He set the gun down and twirled the magazine in his fingers for a moment. He put it in his pocket. He put the single bullet back into the gun. That was all he needed for now.

Carl looked on uneasily at his three friends. Jimmy was wiping the blood off of his spear like it was nothing. Sheen was playing with a gun. And Cindy was staring into the fire with a look of hatred on her face.

"What do we do now?" he finally asked.

"We kill him," Sheen said.

"Agreed," Cindy added. She took her gun out as well. "We'll make him pay."

Jimmy slammed his spear back into the ground. He still was uneasy carrying two guns in the back waistband of his pants. He had always dreamed of becoming a secret agent, taking out various bad guys with one well placed judo chop. Now that he was partially living that life, all he wanted to do was get back home and hide in his lab. He never wanted to see the damage a bullet could do again.

"We'll round back and put a bullet in his brain," Cindy seethed while Jimmy was thinking.

"We'll take out all the cops if they try to stop us," Sheen added.

Jimmy finally shook himself out of his thoughts. "Give me the guns," he sadly told them.

"What?" Cindy asked, not completely hearing him.

"Just for a second," Jimmy added. Sheen and Cindy handed them their guns. "Would you look at you two? You want to just go back there and blow a guy's brains out?" he softly asked.

"He killed my best friend!" Cindy shouted.

"And my girlfriend!" Sheen yelled. "Did you care about her at all?"

Jimmy stood up and looked down at them. "Of course I did. But what good would killing him do?"

"It'd make us feel a hell of a lot better," Cindy angrily told him.

"What are you going to do? Walk back up to them, raise your gun, and pop a round into him? You think the other cops will just stand back and watch?"

Sheen stood up, now towering above Jimmy by a couple of inches. "If we die, we die. But he's not getting away with this." Cindy nodded her approval of his reasoning.

Jimmy's gaze hardened. "Is that what you want? To go back there and shoot a man in the back while he's not looking? Do you know how you feel right now? Pretty crappy, right? Well that's how the whole police force and Smithy's family will feel. They don't know he's the bad guy.

And if he comes after us, yeah, I won't hesitate to kill him. He's dangerous, and I have to look out for myself. But no way am I going back there and just shooting him. Nobody's that cold. And I don't know about you guys, but I'm a little freaked out by these things," Jimmy continued while holding up one of the guns.

"You saw what one of these bastards did to Libby. You want to do that to Smith? You want to use one of these when you don't have to? You want to become the bad guy?" Jimmy paused a moment to catch his breath.

"We're not guilty of anything yet. But you go back there and kill that guy, things change. You deserve to be caught. I loved Libby just as much as you guys, you know that. But her death will not make me a killer. So go ahead and shoot the cop, I don't care. It's your choice," he said while angrily tossing the two guns onto the ground.

Sheen and Cindy stared down at the two pistols that lay at their feet. They looked at each other for a moment before turning their attention back to Jimmy, who stared at them both in a way that made them cringe.

All the things Sheen had experienced in the past few hours came rushing back to Sheen. He finally broke down and started to cry. He fell down and sat on a log, hugging his knees, wiping his nose across his hand. He grabbed his gun and put it in his pocket.

"I loved her," he said while wiping the tears from his eyes. "He just...killed her. Like it was nothing."

Cindy wiped the tear forming in her right eye. She sat down next to Sheen and put a hand on his shoulder, but she couldn't think of anything to say. Jimmy bent down and grabbed Cindy's gun. He then kneeled in front of Sheen.

"That's what makes us different, Sheen. We care. Libby wouldn't have wanted you act like that monster. But we'll get him. Somehow, someday, we'll get that son of a bitch," Jimmy said, spitting out those last words like a snake does venom.

He then turned to Cindy, the gun dangling from his hand. He brushed her beautiful golden hair out of the way from her left eye. He was a little surprised to see a small trickle of tears rush down her cheek.

He held the gun out to her. "We'll get him," he repeated as she took the gun out of his hand and tucked it away. "Just not now," he sadly explained to her.

She nodded as Jimmy's warm arms embraced her. She shuddered a little as the final tears rolled down her face, dripping off her chin. She could taste the salt on her lips. "Promise we'll get him?"

Jimmy broke the hug and grabbed her shoulders. The most serious expression that Cindy had ever seen was etched onto his face. "I swear it."