As the evening drew in, the more Cooper began to worry about where to stay. If anything, he would stay at C.H.R.O.M.E, but then he knew he wouldn't sleep very well. It was such a large place. He thought about radioing Finn about his place, but then he thought more on it. He didn't want to be a bother to anyone. He figured a hotel would be just as fine. Before he left that night, he was told by the body shop department that they would do what they could with his paint job. Cooper agreed, however that was the least of his worry.

Before he even left the building, he stopped to a halt. A thought had suddenly came to his head. What if his family was in town, and they saw him driving about? And they attacked? Or planned an attack, knowing he wasn't dead yet? His thoughts were interrupted by the familiar voice behind him.

"Cooper? Is everything alright?" Finn asked. He had a concerned look on his face.

"Uh, yes, yes I am.." Cooper stuttered, backing up to face him. "I-I just had the thought of my family in town spotting me."

"You don't have a disguise system, do you?" Finn suggested.

"No, I do not. Although, I never thought about changing my paint." Cooper thought a second. "Good thinking, McMissile." Cooper turned around and drove back to the body shop. It hadn't been that late, and they hadn't left for the day yet.

"You're welcome..." Finn said slowly. He hadn't suggested that but he decided to just leave it at that.

"Change of plans." Cooper announced when he drove into the shop. "I need a new paint job. Something that is completely different than my current one."

"Like what?" A car came up to him. "Temporary?"

"Yes, a temporary cover up. Just for tonight or a few days."

"We can do that right away, yes." The car led him to an enclosed bay and into a booth where we would be painted. "What color were you thinking about?"

"Surprise me."

"Orange?" Cooper opened his eyes after the procedure was done and the paint was set for a while in the booth he was in.

"When you want it taken off, we can peel it off. It's a rubberized material." The car replied. "You said to surprise you."

"Yes, I know. It definitely was a surprise, thank you." He knew no one would recognize him now. Yes, he was the only bright blue Cadillac in town anyways, but now he would be the only bright orange Cadillac. He left the shop and headed down to the main hall where most of the agents were heading out for the night. Finn was following Holley out, a perfect time to test out the paint work, he thought.

Cooper didn't even need to get Finn's attention. Finn spotted him right away. "Is that you, Cooper?" He asked. Obviously he was joking.

"Yes, it is." He gave a smile. "I can't say I like the color, but it should keep me safe."

"Did Cooper hire a new agent already?" Holley asked, turning around, realizing Finn wasn't following. "What's your name?" She wasn't joking.

"Cooper." Cooper smiled. If Holley didn't recognize him, his family wouldn't.

Holley was silent for a moment and gasped. "Ah! I understand now, sorry.." She blushed with a small laugh.

"No, you are fine. That reaction has made me feel better about being in 'disguise', for the time being."

"Are you going back home?" Holley asked.

"Oh no." Cooper shook his hood. "I'm just going to a plain hotel. It should give me enough time to recover for the night for when I am able to attack again."

"'I'? Or 'we'?" Finn asked. Cooper sighed.

"'We'." he said.

"I have to say however, I do like the orange." Holley said. "I think it suits you."

Cooper gave a fake laugh. "I miss my blue already." he smiled. "Have a good night you two." he nodded to the both of them before they left the building.

After the building was locked up, he headed out. He tried to keep his calm as he drove on through the city towards a hotel. If anyone was watching, they would know who he was by his expression alone. He had to act calm, like he's just traveling or such. The street lights reflecting off of his matte color did have a nice tone to it though. Maybe he could get used to it.

He arrived at the hotel and checked in to a room. Once he had the key, he headed straight to the room. Nothing had really been strange on his way there, however, he still acted calm just in case. On the inside, he was terrified of being spotted. He was just glad the temporary paint covered up his recent scratches and small dings he had before.

Once he was settled in his room, he finally relaxed. He closed the curtains and made sure the door was secure. Of course it was secure, but he took no chances. All this worry had made him exhausted, and he had no trouble getting to sleep.

Cooper found himself waking to the sun streaming through the window. It took him a moment to realize where he was and why he was there. The alarm clock on the nightstand read 9:50 AM. Cooper nearly had a stroke. He was terribly late for work. Before he knew it, he was skidding out of his room. He overheard a child speak about his paint to his father, but Cooper was in too much of a hurry to check out of his room.

"I really like his paint, dad! Blue is my favorite color."

Cooper rushed out the front doors and was instantly greeted by complete darkness. He skidded to a halt. He looked into his mirrors and the hotel doors were no longer there.

"Cooper? Is that you?"

He looked up. His breath was heavy from racing around. A red Jaguar seemed to materialize from the darkness. She was beautiful. Cooper couldn't help but stare.

"There you are! I've been looking for you everywhere!" The Jaguar came closer, and Cooper could barely speak.

"Maddie..." He breathed. He felt a smile creep on him as Maddie brushed up against him.

"I've missed you, but.." she looked down to the dark area beneath them.

"But what?"

She smiled. But not the gentle smile Cooper was used to. The smile Cooper loved. This was a smile of revenge. A smile of hate.

"I wish I never met you!" She screamed and before Cooper could even react, she pulled her own pistol on him.

Cooper woke with a small yell of terror. His eyes were wide. The darkness of the night seemed to engulf him. It had been a minute of silence before he realized he wasn't breathing and struggled to take in a shaky breath. The first thing he did was look down to his hood. It was orange. He looked around. He was in his hotel room. The clock read 2:40 AM. He never could go back to sleep.