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Jed looked truly horrible when he stumbled into the auto shop. Frank took one look at him and urged him to sit, he looked that ragged. His clothes were disheveled, his hair was a mess, and he was breathing hard. Also, the stumbling was a major clue.
"What happened?" Frank asked as Carlos grabbed a beer from the fridge.
"Ted and Jake freaked out at some chick walking in the street," Jed snarled. "Those idiots opened fire on her and her friends."
"Don't tell me," Frank breathed, the memory of what he had just done. Carlos' offer to have that little guest at Maria's dealt with had been far too tempting once Jed had informed him exactly who said guest was. After all, Frank couldn't let that loose end keep wandering about.
"They were cops," Jed snarled. "Those idiots fired on cops! I hope they get shot!"
"Better hope they get themselves killed so they won't talk," Frank grumbled. "Why were the cops going to your stash house?"
"Who the hell knows?" Jed snarled. "All I know is that we should get out of town. Now."
"You have to let me take care of something first," Frank insisted.
"…What'd you do?"
"We have to chop a car real quick and claim it stolen," Carlos explained. Jed gawked at them for a moment.
"Why, prey tell."
"You remember that loose end?" Frank asked. "Had to take care of it."
Jed's eyes bugged. "You fucking idiot!" he screeched, smacking his brother. "You should have left it alone! At least for a while! First my situation and now this?! Have you lost your fucking mind?"
"He's certainly lost something," a new voice chimed.
They turned, finding a man in a bulletproof vest and a badge in hand. Though, their eyes were fixed on the gun in his other hand.
"FBI."
"Son of a bitch," Jed mumbled as he raised his hand.
"Well!" another man in FBI regulation tactical clothes laughed. He had a rifle in hand. "Look at this. A known fugitive in a chop shop with a man involved in the death of an agent."
"Guess we have to take everyone in," the first smiled.
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