A/N: I love using these guys. Another one featuring Dev, Eli, and Kenny. I know most people prefer the usual gang, but I wanted to change it up for the first time in a while. Hope that's okay for the one who requested this update last weekend.

Disclaimer: Own Eliza. That's all.

"Hello?" Devlin asked through a mouthful of cheeseburger just as Kenny, in the passenger seat, was slurping down the last of his first smoothie while a hand reached for the second.

Through the speaker on the phone came a raspy voice that filled the car with ominous air. "Is this Devlin-" A deep, harsh breath. "-Levin?"

Kenny spoke up between smoothie slurps as the first cup got tossed out the window (Devlin gave him a smack on the shoulder for littering) and the second straw being pressed between his lips. "Do you have bronchitis or something?"

Devlin rolled his eyes. "Yeah, this is him." He took another massive bite of his burger. Creepy voices over phones made him hungry. That, and not eating for six hours made him hungry. Either way, he was still hungry. "What's up?" he asked through a mouthful of cheese, lettuce, fake meat, bread, and ketchup. McDonald's was not his friend. Them and their fake meat...

"I have your sister," said the rasping voice through the phone, getting more hoarse by the second, obviously doing a terrible job at trying to disguise their voice without an actual device. "Elizabeth."

Devlin wiped a little ketchup away from the corner of his mouth. "Oh, that's cool, you can just drop her off wherever. She's got a hoverboard to get home with. Sorry for the trouble, she's kind of like a dog sometimes, runs away but always has to get back home at some point, ya know?" He took another bite of his burger.

"A very ugly dog," laughed Kenny, almost spewing smoothie all over the already cracked, dented, and repeatedly smashed windshield of his best friend's pick-up truck.

He got another good smack.

A slightly irritated sigh erupted from the phone. "I am holding her for a ransom of five million dollars." The voice took another deep breath, annoyance lacing it heavily. "You will bring the money to-"

"Five million bucks?" Devlin knew how to play this game. A bit too well, really. "I don't have that kind of money." His deep blue eyes flitted to Ken. "Do you have that kind of money?"

"No I do not..." He took a long sip of his smoothie, half of the pink concoction already sitting in his stomach. "I'll bet we could deal with this without the money getting involved," he commented with a slight shrug to Dev.

"We probably could," agreed Devlin, staring at the ceiling for a moment before shoving the last of the burger into his mouth. He swallowed it down before continuing. "A little bit of fire power, you and me, one bad guy, plus Eli trying to fight back... Yeah, we could do it."

Something similar to a growl came from the phone. "I will kill her if you do not bring five million dollars tonight to th-"

"Actually, I'll bet we could just leave her to fight her own way out. She'll probably take care of herself. She's Eli."

Kenny smirked. "She could kick this freakshow's butt, no question. By the way, get a real voice disguiser. Seriously. The whole Darth Vader thing? It's for the birds. Just don't."

Devlin drained a bit of his soda after popping a few fries into his mouth. "On second thought, you can just keep her."

"Yeah, we don't want her," Kenny added, wiping the condensation from the cup off of his hands and onto his jeans, a bad habit he'd picked up from his father. "She's a girl. Girls have cooties, don't you know that? They're all nasty and girly and they scream a lot and have too many emotional issues." He shot a smile to Devlin, a smile that the Levin boy returned. "We don't want her back. You can just keep her. Don't worry, you can pay for her food and everything now, so you just saved us, like, five million dollars."

Finally, the voice facade was dropped. "Why not?" howled the real voice through the line, husky and low.

Devlin put his soda in the drink holder and put the fries in the glove compartment quickly before taking off the brakes and throwing the car into reverse to pull out of the Burger Shack parking lot. "Vulkanus," he said while reaching one hand out to slam the phone shut, the call ended.

Kenny smirked, still holding his smoothie. "Definitely Vulkanus."

A laugh actually came from the raven-haired teen. "I love ransom calls."

A/N: Review?

~Sky