I don't know what is wrong with me. It so freaking hard to writhe down something. I guess I just don't want to finish this story. But I got to.. so here is next chapter:

Chapter 37) Change in action

"Wake up, wake up!" Something jumped on him and shock him. "C'mon wake up, sleepy!"

Disappointed he couldn't open his eye's and glare at her he bend up. "What the fuck is you're problem, bouncy? Can't a guy sleep without getting irritated by you're cheerfulness!"

"No, I'm afraid you have to learn to live with that, Sands!" She dragged him up. "C'mon stand up we got to go! We got to go!" Half singing the words he heard her run around, picking stuff up.

Rubbing his head he stood up and started looking… feeling for his shoes. "Why are you so fucking cheerful anyway, it's not like everything is swell and peachy now."

She handed him his shoes and jumped up and down. "While you where asleep, what was for more than ten hours, El and I figured out a plan to get the money!"

'I was out for ten hours?... Wait a second…' "Get to the money!" His bad moody suddenly turned into good.

"UHU! I can remember very good where the computer stands. And I was almost done with reloading the files. If I can be there for a half hour the money is ours!"

With hearing that news Sands felt very like to join her with her dance. "You're being serious?"

"Dhu, like I ever would lie to you!" She laughed. "Where going to be rich! I'm going to buy a plane! And a villa! With a swimming pool and a butler! And I want twelve closet to put all my new clothes in! And-"

Quickly, not wanting to kill his good mood he hushed her. "Alright, I get it!" He spit. Slowly reality hit him in the face. There was going to be money. And money meant rich. And if you where rich… you can do everything you want. He was going to be a free man, not having to hide like a coward. Tons of ideas started to fill his mind. He could go everywhere, could get back being 'important'. Ore could destroy the CIA… Yeah that sounded very good… He grinned, that idea sounded very good.

But still, he had to stay realistic. "And you think you can sit there for a half hour without getting killed?"

"Yes I think I can. I checked the map of the factory via the computer. There are long pipes of ventilator shafts. We can climbed throw them to the office from my step dad. There you two just have to be sure no-one storms in and where out before the even know we where there."

It was very freighting how smart that kid could sound sometimes. He had to remind himself not to hang out with her so much, she started to act a little to much like him. It was a smart plan indeed. Still he wasn't Mr. optimistic. "And what if he get caught." It was silent for a moment.

"Then we shoot our way out."

Quickly he made a note to tease her how to make a reasonable plan B. "That plan sucks, luv. Bet El came up with that part."

"He did indeed. But…" Again a silent. "If we don't do anything now, we never get a way out. Believe me he will hunt me forever and he won't stop until he finds me." He voice drifted off.

Sands reached out his hand and touched her face. He felt her tense but she didn't winch back. He felt bruised lips and a trail of tears.

"He did this?" He tries to keep his voice calm not to scare her off.

This time she backs away. "Yes…"

The rage he felt before shot throw his body. "I'm going to kill him."

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El was packing the last bit's of his stuff. After this he was going to be a free man, a mariachi again. He wasn't sure where he was going after this fight. Ore what he was going to do with Lizz and Sands. But he knew one think. They where going to be okay. All three of them. It was going to be hard for both Sands as Lizz, but they would make it without him. There was going to be enough money so he could go back to his Guitartown and get back to his peaceful life.

He smiled, picking up his case with his guitar inside. Old memories of good times came back so close he could almost feel Carolina stroke throw his hair.

Abruptly his nice memories fade away when Sands stumbled in, almost tripping over a chair. The thing fell down as Sands started to curse. El rolled his eye's and picked up his leather jacket.

"Nice plan you thought El. Very smart, I always wanted to know how it was to walk right into the claws of death." He sneered.

"That almost worked out earlier now didn't it?" He immediately snapped back. He watch the man get pale.

"Do you have a death wish!" Sands said, clutching his teeth.

"Not more then I usually have."

Sands was about to make a very deadly remake but Lizz interrupted. "Guy's, can you please not kill the other before we are safely driven away from the factory? After that you can hurt the other as much as you like, but right now it would be nice to keep both of you alive."

"Like I need that fuckmook. I can kill everything without señor idiotica, quite fin, little girl. I don't need anyone else to tell me where I got to go ore how I have to shoot!" Sands looked cocky down on the girl.

Lizz not very convinced pointed at the chair. "You nearly got hurt by a chair."

"That's different brat, and if you want to keep me around you better stop sounding so god damn annoying!" He growled. "Where did repulsive fear go… fucking world."

El and Lizz both stared at Sands. El, a bit stunned, Lizz just annoyed.

"Anyway…" El finally said. He picked up two pistols, pushed between his own belt and gave the other one at Lizz. Her eye's went big and took the gun. "Do I have to shoot?"

"You never know." With that El turned to Sands. "How many bullets do you have left?"

Sands checked his ammo. "Bout eleven, not much so."

El frowned. That wasn't good. He himself had two guns and one just in case. Without much enthusiasm he handed his third gun to Sands. " Small pistol 0.02. Full."

"Gosh, that's about enough to kill a ladybug!" Sands said, voice cold. "Yeah, this mission is going to be a blast, throw the head that is."

"Can you please hold you're sarcastic comments to yourself!" El yelled.

"That wouldn't be any fun…" Sands grinned but didn't say more. El was glade with that, he had much more at the moment then to argue with that gringo. He picked the last things up and walked to the car, leaving Sands en Lizz alone.

Sands was sitting down, loading both guns and enjoying the silent. But off course not for to long.

"Sands?"

Irritated he looked up. "What!"

She walk to him and sat down next to him. "If I die…"

Angry he looked at her. "You're not going to die, I promised to protect you! So don't talk shit!"

"It's a if, Sands, please listen this is important." He nodded slowly as she paused.

"If I die, can you find my mom and tell her I tried to do the best. And that I'm sorry the problems I have cased. And… that I love her very much."

Sands lowered his gun. The line El spook shoot throw his head. 'Kids always stay loyal to there parents.' Quickly he blocked the memories of his own mom. He nodded. "I'll tell her."

"Thanks." She stood up.

"Lizz?" He said.

She stopped and turned around. "Yeah?"

"If I get killed…"

"Uhu?"

"Hack the whole CIA and say hi from me okay. Tell them Sands never stops fucking with them."

She smiled. "I will do that."

"Good." Sands stood up and placed the gun safe between his belt. "Now let's go and kick that fuckers ass!"

It's short, but I'm going on a small vacation. So I wanted to posted something before that. I guess next chapter will be the last. (cries)

Luvzzz Sue-AnneSparrow