Longest chapter since, took me some time to write but it's very healthy for my NaNo. Jup, I signed up for it again. And this time I'm going to make it! I'm up to 30KB. (Throws party)

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Chapter 10) Shut up and drive.

"And he always smokes Black Devils. And he doesn't like it if you play music to loud. It makes him unable to know what is going on. He once told me that, with a lot of yelling. If he wants his glasses just give it to him, even when it's night. He just needs them. But never give him a gun when he asks about it in a very calm way. That's when it's close. And he doesn't like it when you start about it hair. Is he still asleep? He's going to be alright isn't?"

Julio watched Lizz stumble over her words, trying no to cry. He'd grabbed her hand and she was squeezing it while she kept staring at the loco that lay on the floor still unconscious.

"He will be in a couple of day's, Lizz." The woman told he let in. When he'd opened the door he freaked when he saw a pretty small lady stand on the doorway. She was about Lizz her height, but wore high heels and she did seem like a pushover. She looked a bit like a teacher he had on school, a frisky and chaotic woman with untameable hair in a knot. She wore small glasses what seemed to make her a good few years older. As in making her look like a librarian.

But as soon as the skinny woman had knocked up the loco with a sedative he saw her like a superhero.

Lizz made a dreadful sound and nodded.

The woman smiled a bit comforting and turned to him. "You must be Julio."

He nodded slowly and stared at the woman.

"Wonderful, I'm Djessy. I'm going to take care of things." She explained. "Things like this will not happen again, so I think it's for the best if you will not inform your family. Don't you agree?"

He nodded again still a bit blown by everything.

"C-can I come?" Lizz whispered half in tears. "I don't want to leave him alone like this. I can't say bye if he is like this. I still can come around right? Your not going to take him all away, right?"

Djessy stepped up at her and gave her a motherly smile. "No we won't, Lizz. He's going back to the Centre and were going to make sure something like today will never happen ever again. I don't think we can cure him, but we will make him better. And I must say Lizz, you did a great job on him. I'm amazed by your power." She looked at the motionless body on the floor.

"But I don't think it's wise if you come with us right away. I think he is going to be very mad in the next couple of days. He could say terrible things to you and I think you have enough of that." She placed her arm on Lizz her shoulder. "He's not the only one that needs to recover, you're fragile yourself. Don't let him smash the rest of your self-esteem, Lizz."

"Guess your right." Lizz muttered blunt.

Julio didn't get everything that was going on but knew better then to ask questions. Sometimes it was better to wait for another day.

The body on the floor moved and reached for his glasses. "What the…" He tensed and made a attempt to get up.

Djessy nearly jumped and reached for her phone. Lizz frowned.

"You said you would come alone."

Djessy shrugged and started to dial. "There are some agents coming, I can't get him in the car myself now can't I?"

Lizz let Julio hands go. "What is this suppose to mean?! We had a deal, you where suppose to come on your own!"

"Honey, don't take it so hard. I just need some man to bring him down." Djessy hushed her.

"Don't honey me!" Lizz snapped razing her voice. "Your not my mom and what is going on?!"

"Don't trust that bitch Lizz, she's playing with your mind. She's good at that." The loco growled and made it to his knees.

"Yes, hurry!" Djessy snapped on the phone and reached for another sedative in her pocket.

"Julio close the door." Lizz said cold. When he didn't react immediately she snapped. "NOW!"

"Don't." Djessy told him. "This is a warning, your playing with the rules of the government."

"Since when is a mental institution part of an organisation like that?" Lizz answered, folding her arms not seeming to be intimidated by Djessy's warning. "Who are you really?"

The woman facing her smiled slightly. "My names is Djessy Dominguez I work in El Centro psíquico, 'La Esencia. And since a few months part-time for the CIA."

Lizz shot forward and weren't it for Julio who dragged her back Djessy would have earned a nasty scratch on her face. Probably several.

"O, let her go. She won't be a treat anyway." Djessy told taking a handgun out of her other pocket. Julio wondered what other things the woman was carrying around. "And you, I see you can get up your feet." She turned to the loco and pulled out another card, well a set of handcuffs.

She looked from Julio to Lizz and nodded to the girl. "You put the cloves on and don't try anything, if you want him to keep breathing."

If looks could kill Djessy would have been buried by now. Lizz stepped slowly forward and took the cuffs.

"Guess this is time to say goodbye then, Lizzy-O." Sands said emotionless.

"I guess it is time." She answered and clicked the first cuff around his wrist. "Time flies by, on big spin." She clicked the other and turned around to Djessy. "Bye, Bye pistolero."

In a flash she duck down and dived forward grabbing Djessy's legs in the process. Both of them fell on the ground, hands snatching for the gun and a few screams and shouts came from both sides. Djessy managed to slap Lizz of and grabbed the gun.

"HAH!" With both hands she held the gun.

But to her surprise Lizz was smiling viciousness. "I wouldn't do that if I where you. Sands…"

A safety switched off and the loco grinned, the barrel of his gun aiming at Djessy's head.

The shrink's eyes grew large. "What? How…?!"

"First of all, you shouldn't understated your enemy. Just because I'm just a girl doesn't mean I'm not dangerous. Second, you should always check your hostages for weapons even if they don't seem like much of a treat. I am not, I don't shoot because I'm not very good at it. And I don't kill because I have morals." She smiled sweetly and partly innocent. "But you see, that guy over there, isn't like me. He doesn't believe in morals. And he can shoot ten times better then you and me." She giggled.

"Third thing is, you should always prepare if your going to use a gun Djessy." She made a slow gesture to Djessy's. "You never used a gun before. I can see that, your hands are shaking and you still have the safety on it. You should always make sure that you know what your doing Djessy, always."

Sands stepped into the conversation. "So, can I shoot her now or do I really have to wait?"

Lizz shrugged. "Na, you can use her for target practice."

"Joy." Sands cracked his neck and placed his finger on the trigger. "Guess the badguy has his share of the winning glory after all."

Djessy had been paling during the whole conversation and was as white as a tissue. "NO! NO! Wait! There are agents coming! You can't shoot me now!"

Lizz pushed Sands gun away from a lethal target hit. "She has a point doesn't she?"

Sands relaxed his shoulders. "Guess she has a bit."

Lizz looked back at Djessy. "About how many agents ware we speaking of?"

"F-five, t-ten… I'm not sure anymore."

"Hmm." Lizz took a step forward and slowly took the gun out of Djessy's trembling hands. "Where are the keys?"

"K-keys?"

"From the cuffs! Jeez!" Lizz screeched and shook with the gun.

"Here!" Djessy screamed and dragged them out of her pocket.

"Thanks." Lizz said polite. For the first time in the whole mess she looked up at Julio. Her face was cold, like a mask. Like a person he didn't knew and didn't feel any urge to find out. Then she blinked and a bit of the hardness was out of her eyes.

"Can you please un cuff him." Referring to the loco. "And cuff her. I need to get the bags." She had noticed his total shock and hit the gun behind her back.

"Can you please do this for me? I will explain everything when were sa-. I'll tell you everything. But you really need to do this right now, because some very bad guys are going to be here any minute now. Do you understand?"

He nodded and she pushed the keys in his hand.

.-.-.

'Okay, don't freak out, don't freak out! Don't FREAK Lizz!' When she'd run into her room she'd closet the door and just sank to her knees. 'Don't freak out! Breath.' She took a very deep breath and another and another. 'Get up!' She urged herself and pushed against the door.

So many things run through her head right now. She'd almost give Sands up to that freaking bitch! She'd fall for it all, she'd bluffed her ass off. She was so getting crazy! Flashes of doubt and blame popped up while she duck down her bed.

She had always knew she was not going to be in her house forever. Well, not really her house. It was an apartment she by chance lived in. But not a house or a home. Just a place to lay low.

'Until things like this happen.' She pushed away a whole bunch of clothes and yanked two backpacks from under. 'Always knew something bad would happen, sooner or later.' Quickly she dragged the map from under her mattress and pushed it into one of the bags.

Whole dazed by the thinks she had done she run back into the living where a painful silence cut everything off. In a blink of an eyeless she was back on her toes. She scanned the room. Julio had cuffed Djessy, Sands kept silence waiting for a hint from her. There was no sound coming from outside but that wouldn't be for to long.

"Where are they coming from? Back or front?" She snapped at Djessy.

"I d-do not-"

"Cut out the stumbling over word crap!" She snapped. "Tell me what the hell is going to happen before I let that maniac go psycho on you!"

That seemed to loosen up Djessy's tongue and brain. "Both sides if I'm not outside in two minutes."

'Great.' Lizz close her eyes after hearing that news. 'O, shit, crap… what am I suppose to do… what to do… two minutes!'

She snapped her eyes open. "Julio give me the keys." The boy didn't react so she got them herself. When she un cuffed the right hand of Djessy Sands came into action.

"What are you doing?!"

"Saving our asses. Just trust me."

He gave her a long look. "You? After what you just did to me."

He had a point. "Just do it, you still have a gun." She clicked the cuff around Sands' left wrist. Before he could react she started to talk.

"Alright I have a plan, it isn't much but it's all we've got. Sands your going to walk out with Djessy, of course with a gun pressed in her back. But make sure no-one notices. It has to seem like she got you and not the other way around. Meanwhile me and Julio climb out throw my bedroom." She stopped and looked at Julio. "You still have your car parked up in garage right?" After a soft nod she went on. "We take his car, you make sure you walk slow and give us at least thirty seconds. I dunno what we will be up against, so make it thirty seconds. Make a scene or something I don't care. Just give us thirty seconds. Okay that's all I have."

Sands swung Djessy around not so gently. "Then let's do it." He slide his hand under Djessy's white jacket and pressed the gun against her spine. "If I trigger your never going to walk again, let me get that clear, doc." The woman whimpered and got tossed forward.

"See you in thirty-one seconds, kid."

"See you there, pistolero." He grinned wickedly after that and mentioned something like 'banmg-bang.' Then he walked out the door.

Again panic started to bite into her throat. "Okay, c'mon let's do this." She pushed one of the backpacks in his arms. He almost dropped it and made a clumsy movement.

She wanted to tell him so many things, excuses explanations, everything. But not now. 'Not right now.' She grabbed his hand and hold it tight. "Let's go!"

She somehow could drag him through the house and into her bedroom. She closed the door and pushed the gun between her jeans. 'Don't freak!'

She leaned over the edge of her window, trying not to cut herself on the glass. She saw three cars being parked on the other side of the road. 'There not in uniform.' She scanned the rest of the street. Nothing more that she could see. They probably thought it was going to be a easy operation. 'Wrong thought losers!'

She turned around to Julio. "Are you alright?"

He looked up from the bag. "Alright?! I just found out what kind of crazy tricks you pull off! Not to mention those things you did with the gun and… your nuts! Your both loco!"

"I'm sorry." She whispered. "Believe me I don't like being me." 'Who that sounds very pathetic, Lizz.' "And I'm sorry I got you into this. It was stupid of me to think I could get a relationship going. I mean I'm like the worst girlfriend ever. That's why you broke up with me right? You can say it now, I'll be gone in a few minutes."

"Actually… It was because that loco scarred the shit out of me. And because you did, a little." He scratched the back of his head. "I mean, I pictured a whole other Lizz."

"You mean girlish, shy and randomly rambling. Well that's me most of the time. When I'm not trying to… well do this." She gave him a watery smile. "Let's go before Sands has to improvise. Acting is not his greatest talent."

.-.-.

Somehow his brain kept repeating that whistle from Kill Bill. He tried to show some fear but felt much to… well he basically felt like God. And in a way he was, because he had the power between life and death. And that felt good.

He also got the whole train ride of thoughts and 'what if's', but it seemed to be some kind of adrenaline. For the first time in many weeks, he felt alive. As he'd been knocked sober. Sure, his legs felt asleep and walking cost him more strength then normally. But he felt real as if he mattered again. People had to watch out for him, because he had power. Because he could to something.

'Fifteen Mississippi, sixteen Mississippi.' He had to prevent himself from grinning. Christ, how fucking good you could feel by holding someone hostage. There should be a club for that. 'A country club for crazy fuckwits with to much free time. Sure as hell that will beat golf.'

He felt her fear with every step, her body was tense and she had a shallow and speedup breathing. And he loved it. Fucking loved it. That was a little bit of payback for all the times she'd made him go through that all. He'd been so death frightened every time she'd stepped into the room. For her drugs, her words for everything.

"How do you like your patient now, doc?" He whispered in her ear and dug the barrel just a bit harder.

'Nineteen Mississippi, twenty Mississippi…'

.-.-.

Julio opened the garage door. It was near dawn and his dad could be here any minute. His heart beat in his throat and he could feel the blood rush through his ears.

'What am I doing?!' He was getting his truck, while he should be calling the police! He had to do something, anything!

"Keys!" Lizz yelled at him from his truck and tossed in a few jets of kerosene. He had trouble with reacting and she snatched it out of his hands. "C'mon let's go. You need to drive while I'm working in the back. She pushed him towards his truck and rushed to the backseat.

In some kind of trance he started his car and hit the gas.

.-.-.

Her whole life she'd hated fire. It was some kind of fear after she'd set the Christmas tree on fire. Fire was bad, it hurt and it made scars. To bad for her today was the day to face her fear. While Julio drove the truck out of the garage she was toying with matches and ducktape. She stuck the tape on the jets and patted a few matches on it as well. Then she opened the gas and waited till they reached the cars.

.-.-.

He felt the ground shake and a storm of heat rushed all around him. It was the same kind of glow as with a explosion. He was surprised. 'Twenty-seven Mississippi's and she blew them up before I reached the road.' Applause-worthy, he had no idea how or that she did to fix that problem.

But it only made him feel better. "Guess this has to suck for you doc." She didn't answer, didn't want to or was to shocked.

He heard a heavy car stop in front of them and eased his aim when he heard the girly yell.

"Get in the car! I think more of them are coming!" She grabbed the cuffs and pulled him and the doc towards the car.

Before he got in he hold up his gun. "Nice hearing your lovely tune girly."

"Nice of you to drop some sarcasm on the wrong time and place." She replied and pulled him in. He grinned. O yeah, he was loving this…

Before he could park his ass in next to the drivers seat she pulled him into the back of the truck.

"I need you here, in case those nut jobs will pull of something." She told and un cuffed his hand.

" And what about her-"

He heard a click. "Don't worry about her, she is not going anywhere. I'll be in the front, getting Julio through the drive. I'll tell you when to shoot." He got a new cargo of bullets pushed in his hands.

"You know one of the nicest things of you is that you think ahead." He said and pushed the bullets in his pocket.

"With you around I have to. The window in the back is open. Doors are stealed, but I think there bullets can come through, so watch out."

"Touché and thanks for the tip." He stumbled through the back of the car and shuffled on the right side of the window. He heard Lizz yell some orders, the car started to drive, he had to hold on to a handle and he could hear the doc whimper.

The smell of dust, the sun burning on his face and the layer of stress. His lips quirked in a smile. "I'm livin' la vida loca."

.-.-.

She snapped at Julio when to take a turn and urged him to speed up. He mumbled something about speed limits and she wondered how clearly he didn't got it. A speed ticket was the last thing they should worry about. She just screwed the CIA over. Sands had told her some stories about his former organisation. No nice things at all. If they wanted you they would get you. No doubt about that.

"Next turn left, we need to get out of the city." She ordered Julio. If it wasn't for the wheel his hands would be shaking. She bit her lip and felt a world of guild build create in her. 'later, first get away.' She turned to Djessy.

"How many agents are set for this assignment?"

The shrink opened her mouth and started to count on her fingers. "I… I think about thirteen."

Lizz's stomach turned. 'So thirteen Sandses are chasing us. That's it where going to die…'

"Lizz, do you have any idea if there are some targets coming?" A voice yelled from the back a bit like a spoiled brat.

She looked throw the mirror and to her relieve the whole road was clear. No sign of some drilled agents in speeded cars, or helicopters with laser beams. 'Would they have that at the CIA?' She wondered.

She shook her head and gave the map another look. It was not a smart idea to go through the desert, that was way to open. The wasteland was not a good place if you needed to hid.

'The city then?' No, not a good plan either. They would not be able to blend in with the locals. She was blond, Sands was insane and the truck was an easy eye catcher. 'Then what?'

Her eyes scanned the map. 'Wait, if we go along the main road we'll drive along a small town.' And if she was a bit right about Mexico she knew she would be able to get rid of the truck for a nice night in a cheap motel. No questions, just greedy owners. And if she paid extra they would keep there mouth shut and before the price was high enough to talk, they would be gone.

She looked firmly on the map and nodded, partly to herself. "Follow the next sign into you see a small town, that could take about half a day. Keep the speed up, don't stop for anything. If you see something suspicious give a yelp."

"W-what are you going to do?" He stuttered when she stood up.

"Need to talk to mister Chaos." She answered back and scooped over Djessy, trying to avoid any contact. She didn't want to go near that woman and touching her made her want to puke.

When she sat next to Sands she just stared at his face.

"Your absolutely loving this, aren't you?"

He shuffled his gun and tapped with the butt against his head.

"You have no idea girly, you have no idea!"

You didn't honestly thought I would put Sands back in a nuthouse. No, that wouldn't be any fun at all. He needs the action and so do I. Even if it's hard to write because English can be a bitch to me. But it sounds so much better then Dutch. A Dutch Sands is wanting to tear your ears off, I swear. (I tried, did not work out.)

So, there back again. Back on the road, going nowhere but out of the claws of there enemy. And this time it's going to be twice as hard. Because this time it's not some cruel villain. No, it's the CIA. And you should never mess with those guys.

O, how I'm going to love writing this. O, how bad will I screw up there lives this time. I love to put people together that hate each other and make them work together.

So next few chapter lots of nervous breakdowns, threats and moments you just want to scream SHUT UP!

See ya next time and review if you love to live.

X Nuky