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"That bridge can take us over!" Riley said, highlighting a bridge by tapping on the screen.

"It's a draw bridge. They leave it up." Pretty Boy mumbled out, trying to concentrate on the road. I huddled myself further into Charlie's jacket, smelling gun powder and...peaches? Weird..

"That means it's not guarded." I muttered, watching the bleeping yellow bridge that would take us over into the city.

"Can you get us here?" Riley asked, making sure that Pretty Boy still wasn't brain damaged from her bout of passing out before. My eyes scrolled over to the Cholo-cam, seeing him jumping fences with unease, hiding behind bushes and shooting down stenches.

"What in God's good earth are you doing.." I whispered, watching as he made the dangerous trip into the city, on foot.

"Yeh." Pretty Boy remarked, taking a wide turn.

"Let's go!" Riley said, plopping down in the chair by Pretty Boy. We drove ahead, Charlie sitting down beside me, his hand on my thigh. Slack snickered, winking at me once again before I stuck my tongue out at her, and then smirked at her as Riley wrapped his arm around her waist as he stood beside her. Headlights from the monitor of the Cholo-cam shone, as Foxy driving Woody pulled alongside the jogging, now one handed Cholo.

"Need a ride?" He joked, as Cholo jumped in the bloodied car and Foxy drove him the rest of the way, back into the city. Charlie sighed in confusion, watching Woody stop.

"I can go with you if you want."

"Nah Nah..this is between me and the man." Cholo growled, holding his stump.

"He's all yours. Hope you do better than you did with me, man." Cholo said his final farewell to Foxy, before running to two large metal doors. Foxy drove away, tears in his eyes as Cholo produced what looked like a credit card. I lifted the walkie talkie.

"Cho..what are you doing?" I called, as Cholo jumped at my voice, effectively hitting his nub on the door. He hissed in pain, his voice coming out in angry whispers.

"Whatddya want, you little nutcase."

"A hug, I've never had one before. No. Where are you going? Who knows if its safe down there!" I joked, then called down to him as the doors opened up and Cholo began walking along the old subway system, the large metal doors shutting behind him. The place looked dim, barley lit and somewhat vermin infested. I watched a rather chubby cat chase a very plump mouse across the floor a few feet in front of Cholo.

"I'll give you a fuckin' hug when I'm done." He snapped, ducking under an old cart, causing Charlie to grumble angrily behind me. I grabbed his hand, nuzzling his palm as he smiled down happily at him. Those wild eyes had gone away after I began talking to Cholo, and Slack was watching me wearily.

"No0oo0! Cholo! What are you doing?" I asked again, as he traveled further and deeper into the rails. I gave up, after receiving no reply, and the screen went black from the lack of light. I put the walkie down, running my hand through my hair, as Slack tapped me on the shoulder. She grabbed my hand, leading me to the kitchen-pantry-laundry-room and we sat down at the table, her booted feet resting on the top.

"Peace..what's with you?"

"Whatddya mean?" I asked, twirling a fly away piece of pink-purple hair. Slack sighed, looking to make sure that no one would interrupt us. Riley was speaking softly to Charlie, who was watching the ground with sad eyes. I went to go see what was wrong with him, when Slack grabbed me by the long arms of Charlie's jacket.

"He's upset about Cholo. You heard how he spoke about you..now you're helping him?" Slack asked confused, taking her boots off the table. I shrugged, yeah, he talked about me like a piece of meat, but he's still a person.

"No one deserves to die.." I muttered, watching Charlie's upset form. Slack sighed, coming to sit closer to me and wrap and arm around me.

"I know doll..I'm just saying..maybe he doesn't need to come with us after you're done helping him.." She said, kissing my cheek and standing up. '

"Hey Slack?" I called, just as she was about to walk back out. She turned, her dark eyes twinkling.

"Yeah?" She asked, smiling.

"When are you going to jump Riley's bones..?" I asked calmly, smiling when her cheeks lit up a nice red tone. She huffed playfully, an evil smirk warping on her face.

"Depends..when are you planning on riding the Charlie horse?" She laughed, holding her stomach. I smiled, trying to hold in my giggles.

"Well..I don't have a calender on hand.." I replied seriously, as she now watched me with wide eyes.

"Why? Do you want to synchronize our fucking sessions?" I asked with a straight face, as she fell against the wall, her face turning red, then purple as she laughed so hard, I think the kitchen shook. I laughed along, almost falling out of my chair, and I stood up, offering her my hand. We wrapped our arms around each other as we giggled and walked back into the main room, Charlie and Riley watching us with curious eyes.

"What's wrong with you two?" Riley asked, his navy orbs barley leaving the computer. Slack shrugged, pulling out another smoke from her boot, lighting it and placing it between her lips.

"Just smokin' a little pot with Peace-y here." She said seriously, walking away from the two as I was left with a surprised Riley and a somewhat angry Charlie.

"Uh..uh..no..no pot..SLACK!" I called, my face red in embarrassment. Suddenly, a finger was in my face, lightly flicking me on the nose.

"Bad Peace." Charlie said, wrapping his a arms around me and dragging me into his lap. I turned around in his lap, facing him.

"I didn't! Swears!" I said, hearing Slack's laugh from across the truck as she nodded. I smiled as Charlie kissed my cheek and Riley rolled his eyes as Slack puffed out more smoke. I noticed that the truck had started to slow down. I looked out the window, to see a crummy looking old bridge. The bridge had a small house, most likely used for the bridge handler, when he needed to draw the bridge up and down. The bridge looked dingy, and covered in what looked like soot or heavy shadow. Riley stood up along side us, watching the bridge with gleaming eyes. Charlie held me tighter against his chest.

"There it is, let's hope it's still wired into the grid." Riley said, "C'mon Peace." He said, waving at me with his fingers. Charlie made a questioning noise, and I shrugged, stealing his pistol from the front of his pants with a flush on my face as I zipped up his coat and bounced towards the door after Riley. We opened the door, kicking down the hatch, as I fixed Charlie's hat on my head.

"Shut the hatch, just incase. When we get the bridge down, come pick us up!" Riley said, adjusting his own gun. Charlie nodded, blowing air into and out of his cheek worriedly, he pulled up the hatch, and was about to close the heavy metal doors.

"Ohh Charlie!" I called, running along side Riley, I turned around, running backwards and facing the scarred man.

"I love you!" I called, and ended up falling down by smacking into the red and white bars that alerted you when the bridge was going up or down. Riley smiled, helping me up as Charlie watched me with wide, amazed and wild eyes as Slack wiggled her fingers at us, sliding the heavy metal door shut. I knew they'd be watching from the truck, and I pulled out the pistol as Riley and I quickly made our way to the bridge house.