No problem

The two men sat in silence for a while until Cross decided to ?acknowledge the car that had been behind them for quite some time. To find out if they were following them, Cross pulled into a gas station.

Aldo, this will just take a second

Cross casualy got out of the car and walked into the store.

Aldo jostles awake when he sees a car behind them, pretty close too. On the long 66? The middle of the desert, but yet they're being ridden on.

Okay Cross. I'll wait here.

Aldo sticks his hand in his pocket while slowly dozing off..

Aldo jostles awake when he sees a car behind them, pretty close too. On the long 66? The middle of the desert, but yet they're being ridden on.

Okay Cross. I'll wait here.

Aldo sticks his hand in his pocket while slowly dozing off..

Castro, watches as the car pulls in to the gas station and the unknown man steps out of the vehicle and into the store. 

Shit. I think they've clocked on that were following them. Sweeney, get up. Imma pull the car over and get something from the shop. Keep an eye on Aldo.

Sweeney nods still half asleep. Castro, pulls up at number 3 and goes into the shop.

Cross noticed the man enter the store. He panicked slightly, then grabbed two bags of chips and two sodas. He kept the other man in the corner of his eye as he walked to the counter, he slid a five dollar bill to the cashier and left. Getting in the car he started it and looked at Aldo.

Who the hell are you and what the fuck have you done?

Aldo jolts awake by his driver, well, savior, or however you want to put it.

Wait, wha...?

He realizes where he is, and that there is no whore waiting in the other room, since he is in a car.

Well, I kind of fucked over some people, with some other people, and now the other people are dead, and some people want me to be like the other people.

Aldo looks over his right shoulder to see Castro in the gas station, Aldo glares back at Cross, pulls out his .45, and checks the ammo.

We should really get going.

Castro didn't enter the shop to buy anything. He only wanted to get a better look at the man's face. Maybe, it was someone he knew. He also wanted to have a.... word with him. However, the man left the shop a bit too quick for Castro's liking. Castro, hated to create unneccassry attention and left it that. 

You know, what fuck this shit. Been going on for too long. Sweeney, get the fuck up!

Castro shouted. He bought out his gun and ran out the shop. He started firing at the car as it sped off. He aimed for the tires and managed to puncture the two wheels at the back. An array of sparks started lighting from the ground as the rim was now sliding on the concrete road. Castro, then jogged to his car and started driving towards Aldo who was still in the car.

Fuck! We have two flats and we're in the middle of Death fuckin' Valley!

Aldo opens the car's rear suicide door, leans on it, resting his arm between the door and the car, and aims down his sights. He fires two shots at the car chasing them before getting back in the car and shutting the door.

Cross was struggling to control the car, it was sliding all over the road. He stepped on the brakes and swung the car around to face the pursuers, stopping the car broadside in the middle of the road. He pulled his Browning HP from its shoulder holster and fired it at the oncoming car, sparks bounces off where the bullets hit the metal shell.

Imagine, my fist day on the job and this is what happens.

He takes the empty magazine from his pistol and reloads

Castro ducks in time as a stray bullet whizzes by. 

Sweeney, take the wheel. 

The two men exchange seats as Castro, leans out the window and starts firing. When all of a sudden the sound of sirens came out of nowhere.

Shit! Shit! Shit! Were in the middle of nowhere, who the fuck called the police. 

Castro, bit his bottom lip.

So Aldo's a little snitch now, eh?

Castro hissed.

Eh, Sweeney go by the car I got a little message for 'em. Sweeney obeyed and drove next to the car. I'll see you little girls next time.

Aldo hears sirens in the distance...

Shit. Floor it, as soon as we get to California, these backwater police officers will be stuck. Their juridstiction is Nevada, not California. We should be in luck.

Cross looked back at Aldo

Maybe your forgetting, I've got two flats. We're not going anywhere fast. 

He got out of the car and stepped away from it

I paid five grand for that thing

Cross began walking down the road, he could make out a pickup truck in the distance coming their way.

Aldo gets out of the car and walks in the direction away from the gas station, towards LA, according to Cross.

I wonder who's truck that is...

Sweeney gets off the wheel and gives it back to Castro. He sits back in the passanger seat and rolls up the window.

Well.....That was fun. Now where? Do we go back to my house or go find an apartment?

Sweeney lays back in the seat taking a sip of his Mtn Dew.

Fun..... More like interesting, haha. Hey, remember that guy that owed you money up in Northern Califonia. Wanna get him to pay up. I'm thinking the money will be of great use. 

Castro says, whilst keeping his eye on the road

Sweeney looks back to Castro in a second after saying Northern Califonia.

Really? Do you want me to kill someone today? Fucker owes me 300 thousand! It's been 3 years!

Sweeney looks out in the window.

Yeah. Let's go.

Castro smiles as he now has a destination. At about 3 hours on the deserted road.... motorway Castro and Sweeney arrive at California. After following directions from Sweeney they arrive at a shabby building with the name of the business hanging down at a 45 degree angle. Castro, parks the car opposite the building and puts the car to neutral.

Wait, wait. You gave 300 THOUSAND dollars to someone in this building.

Castro, begins to laugh his head off. 

Why would you do that? 

Castro asked whilst cocking his trusty 9mm and and his father's combat shotgun.

Sweeney shakes his head.

Well I liked his wife at first. And, he needed the money for business and gambling debt. Which at the time I wasn't thinking.....Leave me alone! Bad mistake but, it's whatever now. Lets go!

Sweeney puts his hat over his head and puts the window down.

Cross waited until the truck got close before stepping out into the middle of the road. He held his right hand up in the air, signalling for the driver to stop. He did, Cross strolled around to his window

Where you headed?

The man seemed a little nervous

I'm going up to the station up the road. I'm deliverin' a couple things for 'em.

Alright, I'll give you ...

Cross searches his pockets and pulls out a small wad of money

A hundred bucks if you can take me and my pal here back to LA

The man agreed and took them back, they were at the city within forty minutes

I'm fuckin' wit yah man, haha. Hey, hold up. I got a couple Balaclavas at the back. Lemme get 'em. 

Castro, stretches out his arm into the back-seat and pulls out the balaclavas. He passed one to Sweeney and puts the other on.

So, this is what im thinking. Take off your balaclava actually you won't be needing one. I'll keep mine on. So, we have a good cop bad cop, good guy bad guy thingy-majig. You talk to him calmly ask him for your money. If he doesn't have it, well i'll do my ting.