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~UNL3ASH

Chapter Three

FANG

"Hey, look!" Holden pointed eagerly to an old van parked by the office of a plumbing company. Fang swallowed the rest of his fourth King sized Hershey's bar, and cocked a crow.

"Sweet," Murmured Rachet, and he jogged up to the van.

"Can you hot-wire it?" Asked Maya, peeking in. Rachet nodded confidently.

"Thing is though," He began warily, "I don't know how to get in without setting the alarm…" Fang ran a hand through his shaggy dark hair, and walked to the back of the van. He yanked the handle, and the back opened. His eyes widened slightly in surprise. Rachet muttered something that no one could hear, and climbed into the back and made his way to the front.

In a matter of minutes, the car rumbled to life.

Holden and Star grinned wickedly, and Kate knocked on the window.

"Yes, beautiful lady?" She blushed, a frown coming on. "Is something wrong?"

"Are you driving?" she retorted, irritated. Fang shook his head.

"No," He said, "I am." Rachet looked like he wanted to argue, but he jumped out, anyway. Fang stepped up and slid his way into the seat as the rest of the gang clambered into the back. Maya crawled into the passenger seat, yet she kept her distance this time. Fang felt relieved.

"Do you know how to get to San Francisco?" Maya asked, an edge in her voice. Her tone suggested he was stupid. He frowned. "I didn't think so." She smirked. Fang dug though the mess at his feet, and to his expectations, he picked up an abused GPS.

"Yes," He replied, "In fact, I do. Now, please, turn the thing on and set it." He tossed it to her. She looked like she wanted to slap him. The corner of his mouth twitched in a smug smile.

He pulled out from the driveway just as an employee was coming from the plumber's office.

"Damn!" Fang said aloud, and floored it. As soon as the man realized what was happening – that his van was being taken by a bunch of teenagers – he began to sprint after them, waving his hands wildly in the air and cursing. His hat fell from his head, revealing oily red hair.

"Holy-" Rachet began, and Fang heard Star elbowing his side. "Ow!" They made their way onto the road and sped until the office was out of sight and they were on the highway.

He felt the GPS roughly hitting his lap, and he glanced at Maya. He felt… slightly bad. But he wasn't going to think about that now. He picked up the GPS and readthe directions carefully.

"San Francisco, here we come," He muttered.