Ironically the bus that held Kev and Guy had stopped at St Paul, the town where Guy had grew up.
You, who are you?
Guy Germaine
From where?
St Paul, Minnesota
"We should get some hair dye or something, you know change our appearances" Kev whispered to Guy.
Guy snapped out of his little daydream about the Goodwill Games.
"Should we get like fake ID's or something too?" Guy asked nervously feeling like he was in a bad spy movie. He had no idea what he was doing.
"Already thought of it kid, gonna go see a dude about it in the morning. Think you can stay put for one night and not go running off to see your girlfriend?" Kev asked with a snarly grin.
"Yeah" Guy tried not to sound too disappointed. The truth was he didn't really want to spend another night with Kev but how could he refuse. The guy had just saved Guy from a life in prison, or worse, being killed in there. He couldn't just ignore him after he'd stuck his neck out for him.
"Good, you know statistically 80 of inmates who manage to escape jail are caught again, mostly because they don't take the time to think about life AFTER the escape. The cops tend to monitor friends and family members for a while until the prisoner shows up and BAM! That's how they get them" Kev was talking animatedly.
"Well we're not stupid like them are we?" Guy decided to start paying attention to what Kev was telling him. At the moment, Kev was the only one on Guy's side and the only one keeping Guy away from the law.
It was just gonna be heart wrenching letting Connie think he's dead. Even if its only for a little while. She was gonna be so pissed off when she finds out he's really alive.
All this ninja stuff makes you look, ah how do you say?
Ruggedly handsome?
INCREDIBLY STUPID!
How Guy missed the old days where he was a Duck.
"Come on kid, lets find somewhere to bunk down for the night" Kev stood up ready to get off the bus at the next stop.
Guy followed trying his hardest to keep his head down and his cut hand concealed.
"I know a place" he told Kev when he got off the bus.
"Does anyone else know about this place?" Kev asked cautiously. The last thing he needed was to be worrying whether one of the kid's friends was gonna blab to the cops about their jail break.
Guy shook his head "No, not even Connie knew about this place"
Kev was still a little hesitant but with no money for a motel he was shit out of luck.
"Okay then lets go" he agreed.
Guy led the way to his special hiding spot. He'd spent a lot of time there after his family had disowned him, the Ducks had outcasted him and Connie had left him.
"Shit kid this ain't half bad" Kev took a look at the abandoned factory building on the outskirts of St Paul that Guy had brought him too.
"Yeah it has a roof and loads of hiding places if anyone comes" Guy told him leading through a side door.
"Welcome home kid" Kev patted Guy on the back.
THE NEXT NIGHT
Connie sat on her bed staring out into the windy night. Apparently it was supposed to rain.
"Connie? There's some police here to see you" her mother said through the closed door.
Great now what? She thought to herself as she pushed up off the bed and made her way downstairs where the police were waiting in the living room for her to come down.
"Connie Moreau?" one office asked as they stood up.
"Yes" Connie answered starting to feel afraid. There was something not quite right with the expression on his face.
"Miss Moreau I understand you are quite close with a Mr Guy Germaine?" he asked.
"What has he done now?" Connie's mother cut in.
"Mrs Moreau, I'm afraid we have to talk to Connie in private" the second officer stood up.
"Fine" Mrs Moreau threw up hands up in the air and walked out of the room.
Connie got up and closed the door.
"What's this about?" she asked.
"Miss Moreau I'm afraid that at approximately 10.30 pm last night a riot broke out in the prison where Mr Guy Germaine is an inmate"
Connie gasped. Was Guy killed by an inmate?
"There was an explosion and we have evidence that suggests Mr Germaine was killed in the blast along with his cellmate" the officer continued.
"Oh my god" Connie covered her mouth with her hands. Guy was dead.
"I'm so very sorry Miss Moreau, you were listed on his rap sheet as the next of kin"
Connie nodded, one question plaguing her thoughts.
"What kind of evidence?" she asked.
The officer nodded as if he expected her to ask this.
"We found a hair sample and some blood. DNA tests were conclusive that both were Mr Germaine's. I'm sorry, there was no doubt about it" the officer used the same monotonous voice.
"Can I see him? is he at the morgue?" Connie blinked back her tears. She just wanted to see her Guy one last time.
"I'm afraid that because he would have been standing right next to the core of the explosion there won't be much to recover, if anything at all" the officer replied hesitantly.
The tears spilled over.
"I see" she said softly.
"We're very sorry for your loss Miss Moreau" the officers gave their condolences.
"We can arrange some counselling for you if you wish" they handed her their cards.
"Thanks" Connie told them feeling a strong urge to be alone.
They let themselves out of the Moreau house leaving Connie devastated.
Guy was gone.
She found herself reaching for the telephone.
"Charlie?" she asked when the person on the other end picked up.
"It's Connie, we need to round up the Ducks" she said before hanging up.
A/N the statistics part is bullshit. I just made that up as I was writing.