AN: And we're back for the next installment! Hope it's as fun for you to read as it is as fun to write! What does Jake have in store for Miles? Stay tuned! Next chapter will be out soon! I just decided to split it up since it was pretty long...

JordanPhoenix: Right? It's stupid considering Ema is still in use. I've been waiting for a chance to use the two of them so I was excited haha. For once, I don't blame her ;). Jake is a fine specimen haha. Yayyyyy! Glad you like it! I thought of the best comparison and I had to throw a Larry joke in there somewhere xD.

DJJ680: You got that right, pal! You never know when ADHD can strike.

Jack54311: Well, no matter how you cut it, someone's gonna get cut :D!

MissBlueTip: Hehehe. Almost being key...Glad you're enjoying the ride!

Miles was a man on a mission.

Not necessarily a noble mission, but one that would ease the pain of being in this phony amusement park, for amused he was not. With determination, he grabbed Lyn's hand to more quickly navigate their way out of the house of mirrors. There was no time to waste.

Once they were out and back into the burning sunlight that could eliminate any classic vampires and make any new ones sparkle like a glitter bomb, Miles was ruminating on the best course of action.

"Um, so what are you going to do for revenge?"

His arms were folded as he rhythmically tapped a finger on one.

He first and foremost wanted to get back at Jake for putting him in that ludicrous jail to begin with. If not for that, he could have at least tried and really tried to enjoy himself on some level. But instead he was locked in a cell and roped into a concubine's plan to win Marshall over. On top of that, he was not pleased that the man was essentially spending more time with his girlfriend than he did.

Second, was Angel Starr for forcing him to be her fake boyfriend and upset Lyn in the process.

Last, was Gumshoe for suggesting this terrible venue and causing him to miss out on a relaxing Saturday.

"I have one idea," Miles smirked. He looked around, surveying the environment to make sure none of the intended targets were anywhere near. No one but foolish park goers were in sight but just to be safe, he bent down and whispered into Lyn's ear.

Lyn's eyes widened at his words. "Miles...that's..."

He bowed. "You can say it's amazing."

She laughed and shook her head. "It's promising, but it needs extra oomph...how would you even get him over there anyway?"

He tapped a finger on his arm once more. She had a point. The target would need to be in the right spot...

"If you're open to suggestion, I have an idea," she grinned.

"I'm all ears," he smirked. If there was anyone that could come up with a terrible idea to torture others, it would be Lyn.

"How bout we take out Starr first?" Lyn suggested. She stood on her toes as she described her plot.

Miles had been right, Lyn was awful. That was far worse than anything he would have thought of...but he wouldn't stop her. However, he opted to not be a full part of the plan and leave most of it to Lyn...

"...If you think it will work, I have no protests. Though, what should we do for Gumshoe?" he asked arms folded. "I could opt to cut his salary, but it just isn't enough."

"Hmm...well, we can always get him back later. We still have that car ride back," Lyn said adjusting her glasses with an evil gleam in her eyes. "Let's focus on operation: SLUT!"

"Must you call it something so lacking in class?"

"Whatever, you're lucky I'm not calling it Operation: Titty Mcgee Goes To Pound Town!" the woman huffed.

Miles rubbed his temple. Sometimes he truly wondered what foul things happened inside Lyn's head. If ever given the chance to find out, he'd decline choosing to allow Pandora's box to forever remain locked. "...Let's just get the supplies first."

"Yay!"

Lyn was filled with exuberance. Miles had never willingly took part in any pranks with her, so this was going to be good. She was also informed of the extent of how mean he could be. Frankly, she was almost proud.

Hopping along, she bounced in the direction of the gift shop, that could be seen in the distance. Miles followed behind, keeping his eyes open in case they spotted either Jake or Angel.

In Miles' eyes, the inside of the gift shop looked better than the rest of the park. Of course, it was designed to look old fashioned, with the wooden panels and floor boards everywhere, but it was built with modern light fixtures, with neat and tidy displays of souvenirs that would put any supermarket display case to shame. There were T-Shirts, mugs, too many cowboy hats, keychains, toy cows, chickens, horses, puppets, chocolates... just where on earth were the pens?

"Ooo! It's so cute!" Lyn said looking at plushie chick at the other side of the room.

Oh no. He was going to lose her to stuffed animals. She denied it every time, but it was clear she liked small cute toys. Every time they'd go to the store together her eyes would be glued to those wide eyed fluffy little monstrosities. If she somehow think he didn't realize it by now she was more foolish than he once thought.

Amused, he came up behind her. "Do you want me to buy you one?"

"Really?" Lyn stopped on a dime, turning around. But then her face turned a dark shade of red. "Wait...I mean, w-what are you talking about? That's just something I'd give to a kid..."

Ah, the way her face contorted into having a singular hope that he would buy her a toy...it tickled him deeply. It was as bright as day she wanted one. Perhaps, he'd think about it later, though certainly not one from this abysmal establishment.

"In that case, we have work to do. We came in here for stationary."

"Right, right..." she sighed. She'd have to say goodbye to Mr. Chick for now, for the pursuit of...vengeance. Passing the yellow fluff balls, there were some bumper stickers, shot glasses, flasks, some notepad paper, branding sticks with an ink pad, and some crappy plastic pens.

Miles took a notepad and a pen pleased and moved on to the register. Lyn, however, saw an opportunity with the branding stick and picked it up grinning like an idiot. In the selection, they had a whole bunch of symbols and letters for them, so she picked up the ones she saw fit. She also realized she needed tape to stick her message, so she grabbed the cowboy tape dispenser too. Satisfied, she got in line behind Miles.

There was only one old man in front of him, buying a whole bunch of memorabilia. It looked like he was cleaning out the store with the amount of crap on the counter.

Noticing Lyn behind him, Miles turned around. "Why did you get those?"

"You'll see."

Miles shook his head. She seemed all too happy with those branding sticks. It seemed that Starr had it coming big time. But it was her fault for dragging him into some love plot. After 5 minutes of scanning items, the old man in front of Miles finally left with a hefty bag of junk. In the essence of time, Miles took the sticks and ink pads from Lyn and paid for them himself.

"Heyyy, you didn't have to pay," she pouted as they walked out of the shop.

The demon prosecutor shrugged. "It's fine. I'm cutting down time before the sun sets."

"But you rarely let me pay for anything."

"Well this was supposed to be a date. And besides," he said lowly, as he placed a hand on her shoulder. "You'll be paying up tomorrow."

She started to sweat bullets. The way he said that sent shivers and goosebumps down her spine. It felt as though a snake with slithering down her body. "Urp..."

Satisfied with how scared she was, Miles changed the subject. "So, what else do we need?"

"Ummm, so we have to get milk, paint guns, handcuffs," Lyn said wiping her lenses on her shirt.

"Are you sure they even have milk here?" he questioned. Nothing was listed on the menu in the subpar saloon.

"Pfft. Dude, milk is always on the menu. Besides. I saw a cow in the petting zoo earlier!"

"If you say so," he said. "In that case, I'm going to locate milk. In the meantime, you can grab the cuffs from the jail. We can meet up at the shooting range to take the paint guns."

"Yes, sir," Lyn saluted sarcastically as she walked off. If there was anything Miles Edgeworth was great at, she thought, it was definitely being bossy. But she didn't expect anything different from Mr. Alpha male. Besides, it was a secret mission to be completed now!

Miles rolled his eyes as she walked away. She just didn't like how he often times had more clarity in planning and organization than she did. Sighing, he figured he'd best get started in finding milk around here.

Since the petting zoo wasn't too far away from him, Miles decided to check there first.

The petting zoo was a decent sized patch of grassy land, with a handful of goats, cows, sheep, chickens, and pigs. He felt like an outsider standing around considering the massive amount of parents with their small children running around petting animals. It made sense considering a 3 year old would be entertained by this for a while...and maybe Lyn.

Since the animals were fenced in, one couldn't get too up close and personal. But not like Miles was going to milk any cows or goats. After waiting around for some time, he managed to spot a staff member dressed up as a cowboy feeding chickens, with a piece of straw hanging out of his mouth.

"Excuse me," Miles called from over the fence.

"Huuu? Whatchu want wit' me?"

Such quality customer service, mused Miles. "I was wondering if by any chance, I could get milk from the cows?"

The man scrunched his face at Miles in confusion. "What is this place called?"

"...The petting zoo."

The man flicked the straw in his mouth. "Yea! It's the petting zoo this ain't the milking zoo! I ain't milking no animals!"

"Fine," Miles should have figured as much. There was no way it'd be easy for him. "Okay, then does the saloon have milk? Milk wasn't anywhere on the menu there."

The olive toned man spat out his piece of straw, and gave Miles a triumphant grin. "We don't have no milk here, bub. But we do have special milk, if that's what you're talkin' about."

Special milk? Did Miles even want to know what this man was referring to ? "...And where can I get this special milk?" he dared to ask.

"Ah, I see. You like the quality stuff. Good choice," the staffer nodded in approval. He inched closer to Miles across the barrier, speaking lowly. "Go back to the Saloon. And you'll see a cute girl there, name's Max. Ask her for the special and you'll get what you need."

"...Thank you?"

"Of course," the man said lowering his cowboy hat. "We men got our particular needs. Always good to help a brotha out."

Miles watched as the man returned to dancing around chucking bird feed at the chickens. That was...bizarre for lack of a better word and slightly concerning. Were they selling drugs here? What really was the special milk?

Against his better judgement, Miles left the petting zoo, and headed towards the saloon to find out what this milk was all about. After a bit of a journey, he entered the flavorless saloon. The crowds had died down from earlier, only with a few people seated at tables.

He wasn't going to have a seat, for he didn't want to be seen getting whatever this milk was about. He waited around until he spotted the blond waitress walking past, and called her over. "Excuse me."

"Hm? What can I do ya for, sire?"

Miles looked around somewhat agitated. He had to make sure no one noticed this request in case it was something terrible. "Do you have...the special?"

The woman's eyes widened for a moment, but quickly moved to an easy going smile. "Sure do! Follow me out back, fella!"

Oh lord. Things out back usually didn't bode well. Hesitantly, Miles shuffled along to wherever this woman was taking him, past the tables, other staff, and the few customers inside, to a backdoor that led outside. If it was drugs she was selling, he'd report it to Gumshoe.

She walked all the way around to make sure she was away from the door as well as any prying eyes from other customers. Against the wall was a little crate. Miles watched as the waitress opened it up, motioning for him to come and look at the stock. With no other choice, he stepped closer to see what the fuss was about. They were packs of liquid in these see-through plastic bags.

"...So this is the special milk?" he asked quietly.

"The one and only!"Max beamed placing her hands on her hips. "Now, what's your picking?"

"...Pardon?"

"Oh, don't be shy!" she laughed. "I have to admit I was surprised when you a fella like you wanted the special milk. What are you lookin' for? DDs? Cs? Bs? As?"

He was about to ask why she was selling milk by varying vitamin types when it dawned on him. "Wait...these are breast milks?!"

"Yeah. You didn't know?" she asked curiously tugging on one of her braids. "That's what makes them special!"

Oh god. He wanted to gag.

"Why...do people buy this? And more importantly, why do people sell it?!" he asked appalled, that this was being sold in an amusement park and that some man thought he was some weirdo looking to buy the same product as him. Certainly, a woman wouldn't buy this when they could just produce their own, right?

She shrugged. "Beats me. Drink it maybe? Do pervy things with it? I don't know. I do know it makes a big profit! ...Though not as good as the feet pictures."

This place had to be the most foul place Miles had ever visited. It could be that this place might be as awful as a seedy nightclub in LA. But this was ...milk. Even if it wasn't the type he necessarily hadn't had in mind...

Grumbling, he forced himself to ask the dreaded question. "...So how much?"

"Well it depends, if you're looking for high quality $40. On the lower spectrum, it's about $20."

Shamefully, Miles pulled out a 20 dollar bill from his wallet. Cringing, he passed it to the waitress.

"Fantabulous," she smirked as she reached into a crate pulling a small plastic bag of milk. "Enjoy!"

"I definitely won't but someone else might," he muttered as he hastily shoved this in his pocket so no one would ever see it.

As Miles snuck away from the saloon in disgust, Lyn had almost achieved the goal of grabbing the handcuffs...except for how Jake had spotted her in the act. He had walked in all of sudden as she was slipping them off the wall. Her only option was to play to her charm of making people uncomfortable and make up some tall tales.

"...So I just wanted to try them out. I always read about doing something like that online," she said, putting on her best puppy dog face imaginable. "I mean...it's not crazy, right? Lots of people do it. Haven't you ever tried something like that?"

Jake Marshall blushed. "Well...to be honest, my girl is into that stuff. It's funny how it's always the ones you never expect..."

"Oo! So have you ever wrassled?! Or used your lasso?!"

The man was turning into a cherry. "Bambina...that's a bit personal..."

Just a little more. If she could push it further, she was sure he'd drop this whole conversation and forget it ever happened, meaning she could keep the cuffs. She bowed her head with a slight frown. "Oh. I'm sorry. I always get...excited when I get to talk to someone about things like that. Our society is just...so oppressive when it comes to those things, you know?"

"Well, have you talked to your boyfriend about it?"

"Oh heavens, no! He...he's not really much of a talker. A man of action if you will...I really just wanted to spring it on him. See how he reacted," Lyn sighed. "But it's a bummer. I won't be able to wear nothing but cuffs in front of him now..."

"Er...you know what, bambina, it's fine. You can take the cuffs," Jake said trying to hide his embarrassment under the hat by pressing it down. "Go have a blast."

"Awww, thanks a bunch Mr. Marshall! You're the best!" Lyn smiled mischievously as she pocketed the cuffs as she headed out. "Next time we meet, I'll tell you how it works out!"

"...You really don't need to, bambina. I'm sure it will, erm, be fine."

After the door shut on the way out and she was a safe distance away, Lyn laughed her ass off. If he really knew what she planned to do with those cuffs, he wouldn't have let her take them at all. But it was his loss. And her win. Angel Starr was going down...

In 5 minutes Lyn arrived at the final destination before that started the revenge scheme, the shooting range.

"Finally," Miles said approaching her. "What took you so long?"

"Jeez, calm down," she said. "I had to talk Jake into letting me have the handcuffs. Did you get the milk?"

"Oh, yes...I certainly did," he said crinkling his nose in disgust. "It's a special brand. Human woman."

Lyn coughed. "W-what?!"

"Yes, no cow milk. Not even goat milk. But, someone is selling...breast milk."

The woman took off her glasses and spun them around. "Well...that's gross, but it makes the prank better so, plus 1?"

"Negative for the human aspect, plus one for the prank...they neutralize each other."

"Fair enough," she said. "But good work tracking...that down?"

"Let's forget it ever happened and figure out how we're going to borrow these paint guns."

With the line getting longer they both stepped in. After discussing it, they determined the best way to retrieve the paint guns was to 'break' them. If they appeared to be ineffective, the staffers wouldn't care if they were taken back to the prep room or not. They had tons of paint guns to begin with, a couple of them missing, especially broken ones wouldn't be a problem. So, after a couple of games, the two of them managed to slip the guns out in the bag they were given from the gift store.

"Well, that was exciting," Lyn said after the two of them trotted off, away from the arena.

"If you enjoy constantly being hit with paintballs," Miles groaned, stretching out. He got hit a few times playing and even with protective armor it still felt sore.

"Don't be such a baby about it," she teased. "You should have been born small like me! It makes avoiding being hit easier."

"I'm fine with my height," he replied dryly. "Besides, why would I want to be your size? Anyone can throw you around like a rag doll."

"Hey!" Lyn protested by elbowing him in the ribs. To her annoyance, Miles barely reacted.

"Regardless, let's get started, shall we?" Miles said. "We have all the materials we need."

Lyn nodded vigorously. "Let's do this!"

In about ten minutes, everything was ready. The only thing that was left to find Angel. Though, they both assumed that she would most likely be close by Jake perhaps still trying to convince him to be with her. And if that was the case, they'd have to find Jake.

They began their search from the shop, various rides, the jail...but it wasn't until they were by the outhouse did they spot something or someone interesting. Quickly, they took cover behind a nearby tree and listened in.

"Would you just get out of my way you old hag? You're causing me to lose sight of Jake!" It was Angel and...Oldbag, wearing some sort of sheriff outfit complete with hat, gun, and badge. Miles involuntarily shuddered at her very sight.

"Hmph, just some advice kid. Jake might be cute, but he's lacking refinement like-"

"Let me take a wild guess," Angel said flicking her bang to the side. "Edgeworth, right?"

"Obviously," Oldbag said with hearts in her eyes.

"Well, he's not all that great," Angel said vindictively. "He's an awful boyfriend."

"What would you know about that? My Edgey poo wouldn't deal with a skank like you."

"And why would he want to deal with a sagging tits granny like you?" smirked Angel. "But if you're still in denial and try your luck, he's somewhere in the park today. It's the least I can offer you, since he ruined my plan."

"R-really? My Edgey poo is here?!"

"Yes, now please get out of my way," Angel said pushing past Oldbag and wandering in the direction of the jail.

Edgeworth paled. This woman was a nightmare. But now Starr was very high on his shit list for alerting that monster of his presence.

"You got all the ladies today," teased Lyn.

"While I'm sure that this is something Larry would enjoy, I for one do not," he remarked. "Dealing with you is enough."

The woman folded her arms. "Hey, what's that supposed to mean?"

"Exactly what I said," Miles said dryly. Having one girlfriend would already be enough, but having one as clownish as Lyn was a handful. Days like today were a prime example of how with her he'd always need to be expecting the unexpected. Nothing was ever calm or quiet with her around and if it was, it either wouldn't last or something was seriously wrong.

Ignoring him, Lyn continued thinking about the mission. "We need to get a move on Angel-"

Miles wouldn't budge from his spot, observing the evil hag across the way. "I can't, not with that menace standing over there. If she sees me, it's over."

Lyn stroked her chin. It was a simple solution honestly. "Well, that just means we gotta get rid of her, right?"

"It might be my fantasy to murder her in cold blood, but you know it can't actually happen."

"Woah. Why did you jump straight to murder, Miles?" Lyn asked her mouth slightly opened in surprise. "Is there something you're not telling me?"

Of course, he would never in reality condone murder. But he realized a long time ago that there was no plausible way that wasn't murder to get Oldbag to leave him alone. This woman would follow him to the ends of the earth. He imagined that even if she were to die, she'd probably return as a zombie or some reincarnation just aggravate him like there was no tomorrow.

"...Who knows?"

Lyn took a step back, putting her hands up. "Er, I was going to suggest something a step beneath murder, but with the way you're looking at me..."

"Manslaughter?"

"No!" she shook her head. "Dude, you can be so creepy when you're grinning like that..."

"My apologies. What were you going to suggest?"

"Assault, duh," the woman said with a smirk as she opened the bag, pulling out a paint gun. "I'm sure one good hit to the head would knock her out for a bit."

"...You want to attack her with paint guns."

"Yes."

Usually, Miles would have berated her and said it was probably a bad idea, but it was a bad idea to come to this park with Gumshoe, a worse idea to pretend to be Angel's boyfriend, and an awful idea to purchase breast milk from behind a seedy saloon from some strange woman in a cowboy costume.

And you know what? For all the years of torment Oldbag had brought upon him, it would be therapeutic.

"So, while she's still over there gushing like a moron over you, I'm going to distract her. You come up behind her and fire away."

Before he could verbally agree to the plan, Lyn left the gun with him behind the tree and ran out to where Oldbag was monologuing. As soon as she engaged conversation, Miles grabbed a paint gun and darted from the tree to the other side of the outhouse, taking cover.

"Yeah! I totally saw him by the jail looking all stuffy as usual. But you know what's interesting about today?"

"That he's even in this park?"

"Even better!" Lyn said as she adjusted her glasses with a grin. "No suit or cravat today. T-shirt and jeans!"

What on earth was so exciting about a change of clothes? Miles asked himself as he got closer into position. Women were so peculiar sometimes.

"What?!" the oldbag squawked. "I can get the perfect rare photos for the fan club!"

Fan club? ...Why did he have a fan club? Who was there? Had this wench started it?

"I bet! He still looks good, so you better get a gander before you miss it!" Lyn said as though she were some saleswoman giving a pitch.

"Heheh, thanks for the heads up, whippersnapper," she said beginning to walk off.

Miles waited till she was a safe distance away before taking the shot. He despised this woman, but had no intention of killing her or causing serious harm. He couldn't believe his day had turned into this, but he pulled the trigger, sending a .68 caliber green paintball flying into the back of Oldbag's head.

She crumbled to the ground, face planting right into the dirt. Hesitantly, he jogged to her body. Miles was a bit conflicted about his lack of guilt. He probably should have felt bad about it, but he mainly just felt relief. If anything he was probably more concerned about someone finding out he hit an old lady with a paintball gun.

"Wow, nice job," Lyn said squatting down, to check on the old lady. She had a pulse and was still breathing so she was ok. "No worries, she's all good. She'll have a killer headache and a time washing her hair, but...overall good."

"Well, we can't leave her like this, can we?" Miles asked peering around to make sure no one saw anything.

"Probably not," Lyn agreed. "We should probably put her somewhere."

"People are going to notice us dragging an unconscious body around, so let's just leave her in the outhouse."

The woman nodded as she moved to the front of the outhouse opening up the door. Miles dragged Oldbag's body around as fast as he could.

"Miles," Lyn said sweating. "Why don't you pick her up? Instead of dragging her face in the dirt?" She was going to look a mess whenever she woke up.

He paused, realizing he was grinding Oldbag's face through the dirt and grass stained area. But continued on, justifying that he was already about to shove her into the outhouse anyway. It would simply be a nice mud bath for her face.

Lyn stood to cover, when Miles finally picked up the old woman and sat her on the toilet. Relieved Miles exited the outhouse, shutting the door behind him. Lyn had seen a few people passing by, but they hadn't been looking in this direction much or if it all.

"Good?" she asked him.

Miles nodded. Now that Oldbag was disposed of and by his own hand at that...they could move on to the real show. The two of them hightailed it away from the outhouse and headed towards the jail.

They had lost sight of her and she wasn't in or around the jail. Where they did spot Angel was nearby the petting zoo pacing back and forth. Lyn quickly, grabbed Edgeworth by the arm and took cover behind by a pretzel stand.

"Wh-what is it?" Miles asked caught off guard by the suddenness of her actions.

"This is the perfect spot," Lyn said eyes gleaming with the excitement of a serial movie killer. "I need you to lure her over to that pole."

"Why me?" he asked. He was fairly certain she had more of anger directed at Starr than he did. And was far, far, more craving to see her humiliated.

She reached into the bag passing him the signs they made earlier. "1, you're stronger than me, 2, she's a little more likely to talk to you than me considering I kicked her before."

"And what do I even say to her?"

"I don't know, be your usual snarky self. Do what you do to me when something I do goes horribly wrong."

Well that was easy enough.

"And what about you?"

She smirked. "You'll see. Just put the signs on her and get her by the pole."

Miles sighed. He decided to get it over with if only to see how this particular plot would pan out. Unenthused to have to engage conversation with her once more, he strolled passed some people into Angel's proximity.

"Ugh. What can I do now? What will it take?" she muttered to herself. "Stupid Lana."

"I think in reality what's stupid is chasing after someone who is already accounted for," Miles remarked, inching closer to her.

The cough up queen stopped dead in her tracks, giving him an icy glare that could rival his own piercing looks. "You. What do you want now? You've already ruined my perfect plan."

"On the contrary, it was a stupid plan to begin with," he said, discreetly sticking the sign to her back.

She didn't notice. "Hmph. And what would you know? This is about seduction, mr. prosecutor!"

"Well, it doesn't seem to be working on him, does it?" Miles pointed.

Starr flipped her hair, smiling. "But, it's worked on everyone else."

"A pity that those men couldn't see through it."

"H-huh?" Starr began to sweat. "What do you mean?"

Miles took this as an opportunity to get the last sign on her back. "Perhaps Jake isn't so swayed by your methods and tactics. Maybe he can see through you."

She started to tremble slightly, as though shocked by the very idea. "But it's flawless! ...If that's the case, I don't know what more is left to do."

"I might have an idea of what might work, but you've already disregarded my ideas, so I'll be on my way," Miles said walking away, in hopes that this would lure her over to the nearby pole.

He never once looked back, but stopped at the sound of Angel's voice. "...Alright. If my sultry seduction techniques aren't working, what should I do?"

Miles smirked to himself. "How about we discuss it in more detail over here?" he asked as he walked to the left of the pole.

Sulking over, upset that she had to take advice from Miles, Angel followed.

"I think your best option is-"

"-to stop being such a whore!" Lyn yelled as she slapped the cuffs on one of Angel's hands and then promptly to the metal pole.

"W-what is this?" Angel barked in confusion. She tugged on the cuffs, unable to get away from the pole. "You brat!"

Lyn took the branding sticks, with only two letters. "Miles, can you hold our wonderful friend down as I get to work?"

"What are you two doing?" Angel nearly hissed. "Let me go!"

Miles did what was asked of him and restrained Angel's free hand, as Lyn stamped the letters 'H' and 'O' on each cheek of Angel's face. Once she was done, Miles let go over. Lyn took a step back and admiring the work thus far. The signs on her back read:

FREE RIDE, COME ONE AND COME ALL ;) . YOU WON'T BE DISAPPOINTED IN RIDING THIS CHOO CHOO TRAIN COMING FROM MORNING TILL NIGHT.

Now, there was only one final touch to the project.

Lyn grabbed the pouch of milk from her bag and opened it up.

Angel had went from livid to confused when she saw the packet. "Wh-what is that?"

"It's a flavorful liquid you might enjoy drinking."

"...Ha. Well, if it's a salty surprise, you won't get me! I'm a pro."

Lyn shook her head. "This has nothing to do with men, my friend..."

With that, she dumped the special milk all over Angel's head drenching her in it. "...but all to do with women."

Angel tried shaking off the substance and spitting it out of her mouth as it dripped down all over her face. "What."

"That's breast milk for ya."

"Argh! You're disgusting!" Angel cried, starting to gag, realizing what she was covered in.

"You are a cow, so I thought it was fitting," Lyn smiled.

"Let me out of here! Jake is gonna hear about this!"

"I know he will," Lyn said menacingly. It was exactly what she wanted to happen, but for that to be noticed..."HEY EVERYBODY, COME CHECK OUT THIS NEW RIDE! TAKE A RIDE ON THE ANGEL TRAIN! IT'S FREE! AND OPEN AT ALL TIMES OF DAY AND NIGHT!"

Angel, growling, took a swipe at Lyn with her free hand, but barely grazed her. Miles was shaking his head, taking a step back to distance himself from this...display. Lyn stood there maniacally laughing, while curious on goers especially decrepit old men were starting to flock the area.

"Oo, I'd love to ride your choo choo train, baby."

"Nighttime excursions are my favorite!"

"Let me into your love tunnel!"

"JAKKKKKKKKKEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" screamed Angel as she was being drowned out by the desperate men. "GET ME OUT OF HERRRRRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEE!"

Having seen enough, Miles dragged Lyn away from the scene to hide out. If not she'd be standing there all day amused at the job. They would need to wait for Jake to show up and to have Angel tell him they were the perpetrators. Then they could weed him out and lure him to the next spot fulfilling the day of revenge at the park.

They took cover back at the pretzel stand. "I have to admit, you've out done yourself," Miles remarked. "I don't think I've ever seen such a large group of men swoop down like a group of seagulls before."

"Thank you," Lyn bowed, beaming with pride. The results of this were far better than anticipated and she was happy that Miles actually complimented her on a prank for a change. She felt that he didn't mind her shenanigans, but wouldn't openly admit it, so this made her happy."Me neither, for a second, it seemed like they were actually flying too."

They were unsure of how much time had passed, but eventually Jake did come over shooing off the horny men flocking around Angel with what appeared to be a spray bottle of a mysterious green liquid.

"Git outta here, ya lowlives !" Jake yelled as he pulled the trigger on his spray bottle in a repetitive motion...almost as if he's had to do something like this before. He didn't stop until he emptied it of all its liquid.

"Ack! W-what is that awful stench?"

"My eyes!"

Whatever that scent was it was powerful to break up the crowding of desperate dudes, causing them to disperse in all directions. Jake, satisfied spun his spray bottle around in his hand as if it were a gun. "Feh, those yella bellies don't know what they're missing out on with my cowboy spray."

Angel coughed. "Just what is even in that?"

"Onion, mustard, vinegar, cactus, asparagus...and a little something extra," he smirked lowering his hat. "Anywho, what the hell are you doing down there? You look like a hot mess."

"That little brat and the prosecutor from earlier did this to me!"

He sighed deeply, bending over to unlock her handcuff with a set of keys he kept on his person. "Is that so?"

Miles and Lyn, decided it was a good time to execute the next part of the plan. Nodding to her, Miles started back tracking towards the spot he wanted Jake to head over to.

"Damn straight!" Lyn said hopping from her hiding spot directly in front of Jake and Angel. This time she would be the bait. "She got exactly what she deserved. Sluuuuuuuut!"

"You're just jealous!" Angel snapped, rotating her wrist.

"Jealous of all the diseases you've probably contracted by now? Dude, you're funny!" Lyn pointed laughing.

"...So that's why you wanted those handcuffs," Jake said looking at Lyn seriously. "Bambina, that weren't no good either. Two wrongs don't make a right. You're coming with me-"

"Not if you can't catch me! Good luck! Hehe!" Lyn chortled like an idiot, sprinting as fast as she could from the scene of the crime. Sure enough, as she looked behind her, Jake was following right along. All according to plan... she just hoped she had enough stamina to keep running.

Weaving in between groups of people and crowds while running out of breath, Lyn made it to the agreed upon rendezvous point: The cactus farm.

It had cacti of all shapes and sizes, short and stout, tall and skinny, green and more green? Lyn just knew it was a greenhouse that held a lot of pointy plants. Jake was closing in on her, so she carefully moved through the gate entering the inside of the farm, coming to a stop on the narrow pathway. It seemed the farm wasn't a very popular location, seeing as there were only 2 people besides herself inside. She didn't know exactly where Miles was, but being the perfectionist he was, she was certain he'd be ready.

In a minute or so, Jake came up behind her. "Nice try, bambina, but you can't outrun me."

"Aww. That's too bad..." she mock frowned. "...Since that wasn't really my goal anyway."

"...What?"

Click.

Jake flinched. With caution, he turned around to find the source of the sound. It was Miles pointing the paint gun directly at him.

"Indeed. This was our goal all along," Miles said, finger on the trigger.

"Hey, now what do you think you're doing with that?" the detective asked beginning to sweat.

"What do you think, detective?" Miles asked itching to blast him away. "Do you think I'm holding this for fun? What are guns for?"

"Hehehe Miles is super mean when he's angry."

"What have you got to be angry about?"

If he didn't have restraint, Miles would have fired the paint balls at the cowboy immediately. He jerked the gun in Jake's direction threateningly. "What have I got to be angry about? EVERYTHING. Today was one of the worst days I've ever experienced at this horrible park! And you started it all by arresting for something I didn't do...so prepare to suffer."

Jake put his hands up in the air."Hey, let's be reasonable about this, pardner. I can get you a coupon-"

"Nobody wants a coupon to this hellhole!" snapped Miles, pressing the paint gun into Marshall's back. "Now, walk!"

Hesitantly, Jake took a few steps forward while Miles prodded him in the direction of all the cacti. "Pardner, this is a dirty thing to do-"

But Miles was over his protests, after all he didn't listen to him when he was thrown into that cartoon jail cell. With great relief, the demon prosecutor pulled the trigger to the paint gun...over and over, splattering all over Jake's poncho and uniform underneath. But most importantly, it forced the man up against cacti, from his back, legs, and even his ass.

"Nrgh..." Jake groaned, clearly feeling the sting from the paintball gun as well as the prickly pins of cacti.

"What can I say?" smirked Miles. "You've been quite the pain in the arse."

Lyn could only respond by looking at him cringing.

"What?" he asked, with a flush. "Don't look at me like that. I was just doing what bad puns you would do."

"No, that was like the corny one liner to an 80s action movie," she teased.

He chose to ignore her. At the very least, he found it fitting to this situation. Seeing Jake in pain, was enough for him to declare his day of vengeance complete. He dropped the gun and started walking away, getting ready to leave the park for the day.

"That...was a cheap shot, pardner," Marshall spat, like man nearly beaten to death in battle. "But I bet you're not a real man anyway."

Miles stopped dead in his tracks. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"If you're a real man, you'll go to the Wild West photoshoot with your lady friend. Lots of yella bellied fellows back out."

The demon prosecutor wasn't a punk. "A photoshoot, you say? I'll do it. What is so frightening about that?"

Jake only responded with a smirk. "You'll find out if you actually go through with it, pardner. Let's see how man enough you are. You'll have to prove it since shooting an unarmed fellow is a scummy thing to do."

The demon prosecutor wouldn't back down. Not when a man pointed a gun at him, and certainly not when a man dressed as a cowboy challenged his manhood.

"Challenge accepted."