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Chapter 11) Arriving in Colorado.

Lizz was back in the car. Sands was sitting next to her, still smiling
insane, still being very, very happy. And that was what scared her the most.

He had really liked what he just did. Alright, that manager had been a total jerk, but killing him, nah, the thought would have never came up in her head.

Then she started thinking of what Sands was capable of. He had killed many people, laughed over the dead farmer and his wife, and almost broke her arm. To Think about it, this guy was capable of everything.

"What do you think of Rio De Janeiro? It's full of gamblers, drug dealers and the mafia. There's so many problems, no-one well even notice us." If Sands had eyes, there would have been a far away look in them. "I can see it already, Sands' Casino!" He smirked making a grand gesture with his hands." And every fuckmook who
tries to cheat will get his hands shot off."

Seeming pleased with his idea he turned his attention to Lizz. "So what do you think? Sounds good right!"

Lizz quickly looked away, knowing he couldn't see her. "Yeah, about the money…"

His smile disappeared and slowly he turned his head to her. "WHAT do you mean by that!"

Lizz praying that he hadn't reloaded his gun yet started to stammer. "W-well, I don't r-really have the m-money yet.."

"WHAT'S THAT SUPOSSE TO MEAN!"

"Well, it's complicated. With a virus I deleted his bank account files, so he didn't have access to his money. But because I was in a hurry I didn't download the files to my computer. So technically the money is drifting some where online. And because you blew up my laptop and dragged me to the car...I can't get to the money." Lizz answered.

Sands looked stunned. "FUCK!" He smacked his forehead.
"FUCK,FUCK,FUCK!"

"Hey, it's not as bad as it sounds." Lizz said, feeling bad for the, now
almost ready to hang himself, CIA agent.

"NOT SO BAD! I JUST LOST A FORTUNE!" Sands screamed.

"No, that's not what I said. If I get the right tools I can get the money. I still have the right files on my MP3 player." Lizz said pointlessly pointing at her MP3 player.

Sands stopped beating himself. "So what do you need?"

"A computer with 138 GB, a downloading program called Ares, a hard drive and a lot of coffee 'cause it can take a day or two."

"Oh, that's just great, now I'm really stuck in this god forsaken country!" He yelled furious.

"So, where are we going now?" Lizz asked.

"How much money do you have?"

Lizz reached to her back pocket and pulled here wallet out. "About 400 pesos."

"Oh, that's just fucking great!" Sands slammed his hands against the dashboard. "Fuck,fuck,FUCK!" He looked back at her direction. "Why didn't you tell me before that you didn't have the money! Then I could have walked away! Now I'm fucking stuck with you!"

"Well, sorry for interrupting your EXTRMELY busy life!" Lizz snapped back. "It wasn't like you had something important to do, except for, I don't know maybe, dying!" Jesus, now he was acting like this was all her fault.

"Oh, shut up and drive to a motel. I need to think."

"Whatever!"

"Shut up!"

"No, I'm a free girl, I can do what I want!"

"No, I'm holding you hostage. Also I'm armed, and pretty pissed off.

So you still have to do what I say!"

"Bugger off freak, or else I'll drop you right here, in the middle of the desert."

That comment hurt him more than he wanted admit. The 'freak' thing was indeed very true, and the fact that she knew it made it even worse. And she had power over him. In fact she could do anything she wanted, she knew he was helpless without her. And that really stings!

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After what felt like forever the girl stopped the car. "Where here."

"And where is 'here', can you be more precise, I can't see a fucking thing remember!" He replied failing to sound calm.

"Oh, yeah, sorry." She said, sounding a little embarrassed. " We're in front of a motel called Colorado. Doesn't look fancy, at all, so it will be affordable."

He didn't bother to answer, he was still trying to figure out what was the best thing to do. He had to plan something, plot something, set some-one up. And he had to find a ally , some-one other than that weird girly. But who? Well, first off it had to be some-one who owed him big time.

"Yeah, are you coming? Or do you wanna sleep in the car?" The door on her side slammed shut.

Why bother Sheldon? Do what the girl says, or stay here and freeze to death. Doesn't that sounds like a splendid idea?

"Fuck you!" He replied opening the car door. Shit, now he stood here in the open. With no idea where he was, no idea who was around him, almost out of ammo and… alone. Now that scared him.

Then he started to wonder why he was so fucking stupid enough to trust Anjedrez.

It was because you loved her Shelly, because you're weak…

I didn't love her, she was just a link, just some-one I thought I could use. Okay, maybe I trusted her a little. I let her in and she betrayed me. That's what you wanted to hear isn't it? I screwed up! Happy now?

Nope, not really Sheldon, you should have listened to me! I told you she was a evil slut, didn't I? But you didn't listen! And now you're blind! BLIND BLIND BLIND! You fucked up…big time

Fuck you! It's because of you that my life is so fucked up! You are the reason I am who I am! I never wanted this!

Sure, Sheldon, keep telling yourself that shit. You where always a rotten apple. Always...even as a kid. You snuck around, stole food, lied to every god damn person you met! Do I have to continue?

I did those things because you made me! I didn't have a choice! Did you want me to tell my teacher what you did to me! That you-

"Hey, are you coming? It's getting cold, and I'm tired." For a second Sands didn't know who spoke to him. Until he felt a warm hand around his wrist. Jesus was that girl still around? Oh, yeah she needed his protection…

Silent he let her walk him to the motel, or to prison, or the CIA or maybe the Cartels. Who knows, maybe she had lied to him the whole time. Maybe she was from the Cartels herself, it wouldn't surprise him at all, she spook Mexican, had gun and well…he himself wasn't very good at picking the women.

A door opened and he follow her inside.

"Hola, señor hay todavía espacios dejaron?" She asked standing close to him.

"Buenas noches, el señor, y la señora." A young man spook. After that the guy turned some pages. "Sí, hay todavía a espacios. Un dos persas dormitorio, eso es 125 pesos. Y un cuarto con una serie, que uno es 489 pesos"

"Daré gracias el dos dormitorio de personas" The girl said, still standig very close.

"Gracias señora, me sigue" The young man said, he probably looked disturbed.
He was probably asking himself what a guy like me is doing with a little girl like her. Good thing I don't give a shit.

The girl probably nodded, 'cause we were moving again, and she was still clutching my arm. I am really, really starting to hate it too. Do I LOOK like a cuddly person? No ! I didin't think so!

Right Sheldon, right…

Oh fuck you! Name one moment in my life I was a cuddly , one!

Sheldon, you don't want to here the answer to that question, believe me…

C'mon, you think I can't handle it? You're crazy, I've gotten my fucking eye's drilled out, I got shoot three times, and don't get me started on how many bruises and cuts I have gotten. Not to mention blood loss. You fuckmook!

I was referring to mental pain, idiot!

Like that can be considered pain, I've been through enough to not get hurt like that anymore, believe me.

Allright, you're the man… The question was: Where you ever a cuddly person? The answer: Yes, you where in fact! Not for a long time though. Or did you forget your dear, dear mommy. The slut who left you, the bitch who you care for so much?

Sands stopped walking. Again he was surrounded by the white walls, white floors and the white man. Shit, it just kept coming back.

He sighed and started to walk again, he didn't want the girl asking him what was wrong. Not now, not ever. Just ignore it, normally the flashbacks went away.

Since when is there a 'normally' with you, fucker?

"Go away!" He hissed silently.

"Yeah, where here. Room number 103." Lizz told Sands, this time not forgetting to give him some information. She didn't feel like getting snapped at again. But he didn't seemed to hear her. What was up with him? One moment he was mister-I'll-shoot-before-you-can-see-me and the next moment he was mister-I'm-very-very-insane. Both weren't very great to hang out with. Maybe he was scitzo.

Slowly she opened the door, and thanked the young man. The moment she looked inside she knew one thing: This was the cheapest room in the motel.

The bedsheet where once pink, but now they were some weird kind of white. The floor was covert with dust and in some places it was mouldy . And last but not least there was a big hole where a window was suppose to be.

"This SUCKS!" She mumbled, guiding Sands inside the room.

This time he seemed to hear her. "Is it just me or does this room smelllike vomit and handsoap?"

"No...the room smells like vomit and hand soap." Lizz answered, walking to the bathroom and opening the door. Within a second she closed it again. " I'll give you some good advice. Don't use the bathroom!"

"Is there a phone somewhere?" Sands asked, looking around. Lizz gave him the strangest look, not only for the 'looking around part' but also for the phone. Who would he want to call? He wasn't a very social guy… "Yes, I believe there was a phone in the hallway. Do you want me to bring you to the-" "Nope, I can walk myself." He smiled, loaded his gun and walked to the doorway,
then he stopped. " Don't worry, I won't be long." He started laughing and
closed the door.

Lizz looked at the closed door. " He's starting to get freaky…"

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