Chapter 17 (Freddie's POV)

All my friends were sitting in the iCarly studio. "So why did you want us all here, Fredward?" Malese asked.

"Alright, I'll be honest, we can't keep our money and guns at this apartment forever. When Detective Grant gets a warrant, he will find everything we have here," I explained.

"So what do you want us to do about it?" Gabriel said.

"We need somewhere to hide our money and guns," I told them.

"Like where?" Carly asked.

"I was thinking that, if we use some of our money, we could buy a cabin in the middle of nowhere. There we could hide everything. Plus, if one of us got shot, where would we go? We could NOT stay here. If a cop stopped by we'd go to the hospital then jail," I said.

"It's true, but Spencer couldn't buy the cabin that would look really weird," Annie noted.

"I know. I will buy the cabin," I said firmly.

"Whoa! They'd turn you in!" Spencer told me.

"Not if you pay them off," I smiled.

"How much will it take to 'pay them off'?" Malese didn't want to let go of her money.

I sighed. "Maybe ten thousand."

"Ten thousand?" Malese said in horror.

I rolled my eyes and waited for them to started yelling at me. "Dude! I'm not giving my money to some cabin-owning-logger!" Gabriel protested.

"I don't even want a stupid cabin!" Annie complained.

I waited a few minutes for them to shut up. "Are you done?" I snarled. They nodded. "Alright you didn't let me finish. What is four times two?"

"Ten," Malese grumbled.

"Right. There are four of us. If each of us give two thousand it will add up to ten thousand. Savvy?" I said.

"Two thousand is fine with me." Malese crossed her arms.

"Same here," Annie and Gabriel said at the same time.

"Good. Now, give it." I held out my arm.

The look alikes kinda carried two thousand around in their pockets. Man, who ever robbed them it would be their lucky day! The look alikes pulled their money out and put it in my hand. "Thank you."

The next day, I found a cabin for sale about an hour away from Seattle. It was in a forest. That was good. The man selling it was some Asian guy named Lee. He looked like a ferret. His face was scrunched up and he had a pointed nose.

The cabin was for sale for fifth teen thousand bucks. That was a really low price. It was probably in horrible condition. But that didn't matter. We just needed a place to keep our weapons and money.

"Spencer, are you going to take me?" I asked.

"Uh...yeah. Sure. Just give me directions," Spencer said. I printed the map and gave it to Spencer. He looked over the map and said, "Okay, I know where that is...I think."

"Alright, let's go." I grabbed my black sunglasses and we handed out the door.

Socko's cousin had given us a new car every week. When he asked why, Spencer just said he didn't feel comfortable in it. As a favor to Socko, Otto didn't complain. This week we had a black Hummer. It was really sweet looking.

There was a suitcase in the Hummer than contained twenty thousand dollars for Lee. The ten thousand to pay him off was in a backpack by my feet.

It took us about an hour to drive to the cabin. Lee was waiting for us. He was sitting on the cabin's porch. The cabin looked really used. All the windows were really dirty. Ivy was growing up the side of it. It looked like those cabins that people in horror movies stay in and they all end up getting killed because it's cursed or something.

"Stay here," I told Spencer and climbed out of the car.

I grabbed the suitcase and put the backpack on. The jacket I was wearing covered the TT-33 in my belt. You know, just in case this went badly. "Hello, Mr. Roush," Lee greeted.

He came down from the porch. "I must say, this cabin will be perfect," I said.

"Yes, I have had it on the market for years. I can't tell you how happy I am that you are going to buy it," Lee told me. "Will you be paying in cash or a credit card?"

"Cash." I lifted the suitcase.

"Well, Mr. Roush, I never expected you'd actually bring a suitcase full of cash," Lee laughed.

I showed no emotion on my face. Lee cleared his throat and took he suitcase. As he studied my face his happy expression died away. "I know your face," he said.

I cracked a small smile. I took the backpack off and put it on the forest floor by my feet. "Well, Mr. Lee, I'm sure you have heard of me. I've been all over the news," I said, as I took my sunglasses off.

"Y-You're Freddie Benson! The teenage fugitive that killed all those people!" Lee accused.

"I'm afraid, you're right," I sighed.

"A-Are you going to kill me?" Lee stammered.

"I don't plan to," I admitted.

"Why wouldn't you? I'll end up like those other innocent people you killed!" Lee cried.

I calmly pulled a piece of gum out of my pocket and popped it into my mouth. "Hey, Nevel Papperman wasn't an innocent. I killed him and I don't feel guilty about it. The woman I shot, I panicked when she tried to grab a phone, so it was an accident that I shot her. The bank manger was going to shot me; it was self defense. Everyone I kill, I kill because they are in my way."

"W-What do you want?" Lee backed against a tree.

"Look, I'm going to give you two choices. One: I shoot you because I know you will turn me in ." I pulled my TT-33 out.

"What's my other choice?" Lee asked in a shaky voice.

"I give you ten thousand dollars to not turn me in and you never hear from me again. Unless you break your end of the bargain," I told him.

Lee thought about it for a minute. "I-I'll take the ten thousand and I'll never even say I sold the cabin. If I'm asked I'll say I've decided to keep it."

I smiled. "Good man." I put my gun away and threw him the backpack.

Lee caught it and grabbed the suitcase. "T-Thank you for not killing me."

"No problem. Keep your end of the bargain. I'd hate to kill such a reasonable man. Now, get out of here. I'm tired of looking at your face," I growled.

Lee nodded and bowed quickly and ran off to his little blue car. I put my sunglasses on and walked up to the porch. Lee had put the keys on a small round table by the door. Lee's car tires squealed away. A car down slammed behind me.

"Hey, are you sure he won't tell?" Spencer asked behind me.

"Well, if he does, I'll kill him," I said.

Quickly, I grabbed the keys and shoved them in my pocket.

We met the look alikes back at the apartment. Carly was forcing them to watch something about Bigfoot. "Hey, how'd it go?" Sam asked from the kitchen.

I set the TT-33 on the coffee table. "You shot him, didn't you?" Carly asked.

"No, no. He took the money. We shouldn't hear from him again," I said.

"Awesome," Gibby said.

"So what did you guys do while Spencer and I were gone?" I asked.

Malese picked a bag up and threw it to me. I opened it. Inside were all sorts of tools and metal things. It looked like stuff a hospital would use. "What is this?"

"We stole some stuff in a medical store." Annie shrugged.

"So? What are we going to use it for?" I asked stupidly.

"Well, if someone gets shot, we can use it to take the bullets out and, hopefully, help the wound to heal," Sam said.

At midnight, the look alikes and I raided the gun store. We needed more bullets and more guns. Since we had the cabin now, hiding them would be a piece of cake.

We could only find three M16s, so we took all of them. They had one AK-47 - which I knew Sam liked, so we stole that too. The M16s and AK-47 were freaking sweet looking. I was so going to use an M16 instead of my shotgun.

Author's note:Sorry, this chapter was kind of boring. Next chapter will be better. Thank you to all my reviewers! You guys really make this story worth writing!

DarkzerkerX-Did I spell that right? Anyway, there's the M16. I totally forgot about M16s! Shame on me! Man, I gotta tell ya, your comment about the scared police really did make me laugh.

Okay, I really need to finish this story. I need to start writing another story I promised my Percy Jackson viewers...so I might start updating a little faster, depending on how fast I get chapters done.