CHAPTER 5

Everybody knew that Sammy was shot, but nobody knew what happened to his body, so after witnessing what she had, Gay Pac Man decided at this point to visit Nerv and Necky's house to thank Nerv for his duties and tell him what she speculated.

She knocked on the door and was greeted by a less than nervous, typically smug faced Nerv. "Oh my god! It's Gay Pac Man!" Nerv exclaimed, "I know I said your music sucks, but I listened to it more and WOW! It's great man! I give it 5 out of 5 cows!"

"Gee, I'm flattered! Anyways, hope ya don't mind if I come inside."

"Sure thing! You're my most valuable guest sir!"

Gay Pac Man looked at him with uncertainty. "Uh, don't call me sir, Nerv. I'm not a guy. If anything, call me Terice from now on, Gay Pac Man is just my stage name. Hell, I didn't even choose it! I kinda hate it."

"Dang, I'm sorry Terice." Nerv sat on the couch. "Your stage name gave me the wrong idea, I should really know better."

"It's fine, don't be harsh on yaself." Terice reassured him, "Common misconception. Anyways, I just wanted to thank you for, well, y'know."

Nerv went blank for a second. "Wait, people KNOW it was ME?" He'd been shocked to learn of this information.

"Well yeah, I mean, after Maggie started telling people what happened to her father after people asked, it was inevitable."

"And I'm not in trouble?"

"Nah, nobody really cares about Sammy that way, so much that nobody knows where he went or cares to look."

"Went? I thought he was DEAD!"

"Everyone did! But after a few months, someone decided to check on him and he wasn't there! Just a stain where he used to be!"

"That's friggin ODD."

"Yeah. I've got some personal theories who might be involved and I wanted to tell ya about it."

Nerv scooted over on the couch in interest, "Lay down the deets for me, lady!"

"Alright alright, now I don't know if you're familiar with this bit of info, but I work part time at a convenience store, and for the past few days there's been this guy coming in and buying stuff as if he's taking care of somebody, and that seems pretty normal on paper, but you wanna know the strangest part?"

"HUH."

"This guy kinda looks like Jacob but in Groucho glasses and a big coat!"

"NO WAY!"

"Yeah! Nobody else around here really looks like him, so that's my theory."

"Hmm.. What if we track that guy down, and that way we find Sammy?"

"But why would you wanna find Sammy?"

"To see what that pesky Jacob could want with him! What if he's converting him into an overpowered super soldier funded by nobody other than DONALD LINCOLN?"

"Now you're reaching."

"Fiiine. But we should investigate what they're doing somehow!"

Suddenly, Necky walked in and gave them a suggestion, "Maybe Maggie can help!"

"Are you NUTS?" Nerv exclaimed, "I can't talk to Maggie, she knows I killed her dad! That'd be just cruel!"

"I can talk to her!" Necky responded gleefully, "I'm a pretty good friend of hers, and I was thinking she could make us a tracking device with a built in microphone, so if I visit her, she might make one for me!"

Nerv stared at her in awe. "Necky. You're a frickin GENIUS! You gotta go visit them right now!"

"Wait!" Terice interjected, "See if Maggie can make it look like something small someone would wear, like...a watch! Make it look like a watch! Yeah!"

"Okay!" Necky bounced out the door and went on her way to Dez & Maggie's mobile home.

"I'm hopin' this works out." Said Terice, staring at the door.

"I'm sure it will!" Said Nerv positively, "I'm as Z as a Zebra!"