The desert seemed to always call Camzilla when the city got to loud. 

He passed the last gas station in paradise and parked the chevy on a little ridge overlooking the flat of nothing. Killed the engine to let the night breathe. It was just him, the quiet, and a sky full of stars that didn't owe anyone a damn thing. 

He lit a cigarette as he looked up, leaning on the hood. Vegas was a faint glow behind him in a distance. But the stars were right there. No velvet ropes, no gun smoke. Just cold light stretched over eons, burning with the kind of clairity you don't always get in this life. 

He then heard a smooth, smoky, and seemingly amused voice. 

"You come out here to hide Cam, or just think you're smaller than usual?"

Camzilla continued staring at the stars. "Didn't think you'd follow me, Lena."

"I've never been the one to follow," she said, stepping up beside Camzilla, heels crunching the dirt, "I arrive."

She wore a long coat, black as the night, her lipstick capturing just enough starlight to look dangerous. Don of Casa Del Sol, Queen of Paradise. 

Lena looked up at the stars, arms folded. "You know, I come out here more often then you know. Reminds me none of this shit is permanent. Money, men, names, even us".

"Even you?" Camzilla smirked

Lena doesn't smile back. "Especially me."

The wind picking up through the brush, Coyotes in the distance laughed like they knew something we didn't.

"You ever wonder if you could've done something else?" Camzilla asked. "Before all this. Before Casa Del Sol. Before the blood?"

Lena took a long look at the stars, then looked back at Camzlla with those eyes, sharp and unreadable.

"No" she said. "Because I was born for this. Just like you. The starts didn't choose us, Cam. We chose them."

Camzilla looked back up. Lena was right. Those stars didn't shine on saints, they lit a path for wolves. 

The two stood there a while, two ghosts wrapped in human skin, staring into the cosmos like it owed them something. Lena then flicks her cigarette out into the dark and walked back too the car. 

"Come on," she called "Jobs not done."

And like always, Camzilla followed.