Hi! Sorry for the looong updating time. A lot of things have happened the last two years and today my muse has finally returned:D And again I apologize for any grammatical errors. English is not my first language. Now onto the story!

Chapter five: Searching for the twins

"Those two will get themselves killed," ranted Sydney before entering Jarod's car.

"There's not much we can do but search their local haunts," said Jarod.

"You mean the first bar they see?" Broots joked.

"You know that might actually be a good idea," Sydney pondered and drew forward a map.

Jarod chuckled and thought to himself: that is if they can enter the bar.

Lyle and Miss Parker stood outside The Hideout.

"You want a drink?" Miss Parker asked sweetly.

"When don't I," snorted Lyle.

"Well then what are you waiting for," Miss Parker anxiously asked.

"Why does it have to be me that have to go first?" Lyle spat out.

"Because you were the dimwit that had to escape right at that exact moment," Miss Parker sniped back.

"Me!" Lyle shouted. "I'm not the one who freaked out when Mr. Raines came".

"Oh, really. Then who snatched Willie's access card, huh?"

It was obvious to the onlookers that the argument was escalating fast, and if someone didn't put an end to it now it could end in a fight.

"We needed to get away from Raines! Who knows what kind of experiment he wants to try." Lyle was starting to really tire from all the sniping, complaining and barks Miss Parker was aiming at him.

"Fine, I'll do," Miss Parker snarled. "But you owe me one."

"Jeez, fine," Lyle said and rolled his eyes.

Miss Parker walked seductively up towards the doorman, or in what she thought was a seductive walk. There's only so much you can do when you're fifteen.

"Hi," Miss Parker whispered. "Would you please let me and my brother in for a while. We're tourists and all this walking has made us… thirsty."

The doorman looked unaffected by her charms and Parker was starting to get annoyed. Christ, with her body who in their right mind wouldn't want her.

"Can I see some identification please," the doorman asked with a sight. Man another pimply faced teenager wanting alcohol. What a shock.

Damn Miss Parker thought. All we have is Willies wallet. No one can recreate that ugly mug.

Lyle was watching Miss Parker's troubles with amusement. Then he slowly walked up and flashed a hundred watt smile. "Excuse my little sister. She's a little confused after the fall she took when she was little. If you would kindly let us to get a glass of water that would be fantastic. We really are parched after out tour. This is an amazing city for sure."

The doorman looked surprised by the way Lyle talked and slowly ran his eyes down the lithe form. "Uhm, sure. We don't get a lot of tourists here. And when we do we treat them like our own." This was said with a leer.

A light bulb suddenly went off in Lyle's head when he noticed the doorman's look. A slight shiver ran down his back and not in a good way.

"Well thanks for your help, we'll just go get that glass of water," Lyle stammered forth and shoved Miss Parker inside the bar.

"Anytime Mr. Anytime," the doorman said while ogling Lyle's ass.

"God be merciful," Lyle sighted when they were safely inside. He turned around when he heard loud sniggering. Miss Parker was bent halfway with her hands on her thighs.

"That has got to be the most entertaining and hilarious moment I have ever seen," she laughed.

"Shut up," Lyle said blushing. "Let's just get a drink and get out of here."

"Right. God, I really need a whiskey now,"

After an hour it was safe to say that Lyle and Miss Parker was more than a little drunk. "I'll get the next round," Lyle said stumbling to the bar counter.

"Two whiskey, please." He let a little drunken giggle escape before he was roughly yanked by his shirt collar.

"What the hell are you doing??!!" a familiar voice shouted.

To be continued……