*Insert "Please do not sue me, charas don't belong to me, but to their righteous owners~" disclaimer here*

The following chapters gives you sidecharacters trash-talking about Kenny and the captured drifters getting hand-fed by the kidnapper,
which I heard is a kink in some circles.
Enjoy:

Todd drove on an byroad somewhere in Nevada. This route the kidnapper had decided upon had definitely not been on the map he had read before.

He had a good memory, at least he thought he had and as far as he was able to tell the map had only shown the main roads.

It bugged him. Not only was the kidnapper somehow able to get into his van, which he knew was whenever he left the car closed and locked, but he also somehow seemed to have appeared out of nowhere and was able to trap Dib, Kenny and Damien with installations that looked like they needed some time to get installed. Which meant that the kidnapper probably was in the van beforehand.

Just when did the kidnapper get into the van?
It just bugged him.

"Watch where you're driving!" the kidnapper hit him on the head with his gun. Obviously Todd had been so caught up in his thoughts that he had nearly driven off the road. He quickly manoeuvred the van back on the road.

His stomach growled, after all they had nearly driven for 2 hours straight and neither of them has had something to drink nor to eat.

Looking into the mirror above his head he could tell by the hungry looks his back-drivers gave him that they were hungry too.

"Um..." the gun was shoved into the back of his neck.

"What?" the man bawled.

"W- Would you mind, I mean we're hungry... and, um..."

"Pull over."the gun was shoved in his back again. Todd obeyed.

As soon as he pulled over he felt clams around his angles and his was shackled with manacles by his wrists on the driving wheel. "I thought I can eat?"

"Yes sure but I feed you. Do you really think I let you run free?"

Todd grimaced at the thought of someone else feeding him, or alone the thought of a strange men even touching him. He shuddered.

"Stop sulking." the man was looking at him with disdain.
"I could let you starve as well, you know?"

Todd looked at the driving wheel, how he wished he was home right now.

A piece of dried meat was suddenly shoved into his mouth, to which he acted surprised and nearly spat it out again. "If you spit it out again, I'm not going to feed you again until we reached our destination."

Obediently Todd chewed and while he chewed on the leathery meat he thought about how the kidnapper came even in the van, off course, he looked up at the ceiling window which was cracked open, it was always the window.

One after another they were fed, Kenny didn't even have any time to speak a curse word as his mouth was freed and the meat stuffed into his mouth, until he swallowed and the gag was replaced again. The same practice happened with Dib and Damien, who didn't like the demeaning procedure at all taken from the fact that he bid their captors hand which was followed by a bitch-slap to which Damien reacted with growling. As soon as he had his powers back he was going to fry the captor alive for this hubris.

As the kidnapper was done ,Todd was freed from his ankle shackles but the shackles binding him on the stirring wheel were not.
"I would prefer to keep a tight leash on you." was the only answer he got for a questioning look.

While this whole procedure took only half an hour it was enough time for a black Cadillac Escalade to catch up with the old tattered van.
Not only was their car faster it also had the advantages of a tracking device and a GPS- system.

It had certainly it's perks being hired by one of the biggest mob-bosses of Colorado.

"Tell me again why he hired us,..." the black haired woman was sitting back in the by-drivers seat while the brown-haired mercenary was smoking one of his self-weltered cigarettes whose smell filled the dark interior of the Cadillac. The leather seats imbibing the smoke as a swamp would absorb water.

" 'is beetch escaped." the mercenary inhaled the cigarette smoke,

"If I were together with him I would run away too."the black haired woman leaned back,scrolling through a magazine, as their car got off the main road and was now driving on a secluded byroad.

"But ze beetch got 'is dope, all of eet," the mercenary grinned. "and right before 'e made eet out of Colorado ze leetle 'oe destroyed ze boss' collection of dolls."

"The boss collects dolls?"

"Not ordinary dolls. Ze dolls ze boss collected were made out of special stone only occurring in secluded areas of ze world."

"So we kill,... him?" she looked at the GPS which showed the black-dot ,their Cadillac ,approaching a red-dot, 'the bitch', as the mercenary called him so 'affectionately'.

"No, we get 'im back to Colorado, ze boss wants to speak with 'im directly."

she looked up from the tracking device, Mole looked sad.

"Have you gotten soft, Mole? Soft over a little crack-whore?" she teased him, grinning as she sensed that she had hit a soft spot.

"Shut up, beetch!" he bit on his cigarette, grasping the stirring wheel harder.

Meanwhile not even four miles further away form them the tracking device in Kenny' s back-pack still send out the data of their coordinates unbeknown to all of them.

Todd started the engine and drove off, none the wiser of Kenny' s little, dirty secret or their followers.

I really hope I got Mole's french accent right, if not please leave a review; I'm also a little afraid of suddenly turning the characters OOC; so again sorry for unexpected OOC'ness.