"Dan Alec Adcock?" Matt giggled.
"Shut up. I should've never told you my last name."
The Deckers continued shooting at their Emu, eventually popping one of their tires. Acting quickly, Dan drove the car into the highway.
"Damn it!" Dan yelled.
The car could still move, but sparks started flying where the tire got popped. The rim grated against the asphalt, irritating Dan and Matt.
"God, I hate that sound," he complained.
"I'd close my ears if I could lift my other arm," Matt commented.
Dan looked at his shoulder. Too much blood had escaped from his wound.
"I'm taking you to a hospital first."
"I thought you were taking me to your penthouse first!"
"It'll be quick!"
Matt sighed. "There's one in Loren Square." But before he could relax, he noticed the Deckers' roadblock ahead. "Dan!"
"I see!"
He drove on the other side of the road, driving on the wrong side of the lane. A few drivers got pissed at him and honked their horns. It looks like he was going to Loren Square, considering the Deckers never had that territory in the first place. Matt kept holding his shoulder, still panicking. Dan picked up his phone while driving and called Shaundi.
"Hey, Shaundi," Dan greeted.
"This Viola. Shaundi is busy at the moment." He could hear gunshots in the background.
"Is Killbane dead yet?"
"No, not yet." She sighed. "Could you get over here? We need your help!"
"Um, I'd come, but—"
"Let go!"
The call ended, and Dan facepalmed.
"Not again."
Matt looked at Dan, concerned. "What happened?"
"I think Viola got grabbed. Someone probably kidnapped her. I don't know. I'm just guessing here."
"Do you think STAG will return?"
"Nah, doubt. If so, I bet Monica won't be pleased."
"Well," Matt continued speaking, "everything seems calm."
"Yeah," Dan agreed. "After this, you want to join the gang? Maybe once I take you to the hospital and take you back to my place, do you want to—"
"I think I know where this is going." Matt smiled. He was sure he was talking about sex. "The answer is yes."
Dan smiled also. "Lovely."
Kirsten was at the nuclear reactor, helping the other gang members clean up.
"I thought the explosion would've been bigger," Lucas said to her while sweeping the floors.
"Are you out of your mind? Did you think I wanted the entire thing to blow? We don't need another Chernobyl." Kirsten then looked out of the window, through the side not covered in plastic. A bunch of Specters was outside. "Excellent." She smiled.
Lucas took a look outside. "Wow. We're getting shit done faster than when we were with Matt."
They heard the elevator. Pr0tip was there.
"Yo, Kirsten," Pr0tip said, "you wouldn't fucking believe what I found from searching the STAG database! We can have freaking zombies, man! Please, can we do it? Can we have zombies in our gang?"
Kirsten looked at him. A wide smile was on his face. "No, look at what STAG did to Arapice Island!"
Pr0tip frowned.
"How about we use them as a last resort," Lucas suggested.
Pr0tip smiled again. "Come on, Kirsten! They can be useful, please!"
Kirsten sighed. "Fine, we'll use them in an emergency."
Pr0tip cheered, but then he looked at the covered hole in the window. "Is Matt still alive?"
"Yeah, but we'll get him," Kirsten told him.
"You're not worried he's going to hack us?"
"Didn't you want him alive?"
"Yeah…but could he be a part of the gang again?"
"Hell no!" Kirsten stopped sweeping the floors and glared at him. "And don't beg! I already gave you your zombies."
"So, you aren't going to kill him?"
"I kept my word. I won't kill Matt, but I will defend myself if he tries anything."
"Can I keep him around?"
"Look, I don't care what you do with Matt, but he's not one of us anymore."
Pr0tip had his phone number and could track him.
"Hey, Lucas," the gamer said, "are those Specters difficult to fly?"
Matt watched Nyte Blayde with Dan, who dozed off. Matt had his clothes on while Dan was in the nude. According to Dan, he occasionally walks around naked around the penthouse. It wasn't his first time seeing naked, however. He wasn't going to tell him that, though.
Then Matt's stomach grumbled.
"Hey." He poked Dan awake. "You don't mind making popcorn, do you?"
"Sure, I don't mind."
Dan got up from the couch and headed to the kitchen. Matt continued watching the TV until he heard a bottle breaking. It sounded like it came from behind. He checked, but nobody was there.
"Dan?"
Somebody bonked Matt in the head, knocking him unconscious.
