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Part Thirteen A
“Explain to me again why we’re in the Poconos?”
“Scully,” the tall, brown hair man smiled, as they entered the front doors of “The Last Exit” Resort, “You *did* say you wanted a vacation?” When he got a withering glance from his partner, Special Agent, Fox Mulder chuckled and replied, “Oh, come on, Scully, a cross country treasure hunt, and missing people doesn’t interest you?”
“And this has nothing to do with the mention of Vampires?”
“Well...” Mulder hedged, walking up to the desk, “You have to admit, it does put an interesting twist on the story.”
“Making it an X-File,” Scully sighed, shaking her head, “I know. But I also remember the last time you went after ‘vampires’. You almost got killed, and we couldn’t prove anything. Mulder we’re chasing shadows.”
“Do shadows leave two puncture wounds in the necks of people?” a brusque voice sounded from behind, “Or burst into flames with daylight?”
Mulder looked at the large man, “And you are?”
“Harvey,” he replied, “I was in the race. And my friends still are.”
Bryan walked up to the three and looked around nervously, “Let’s go some place private,” he began to usher them to the control room. Once inside he turned to Mulder and said, “Agent Mulder, I’m glad Roy was able to contact you.”
“Well, it wasn’t exactly him...”
“Yeah I know, his cousin,” he clarified, “I didn’t know who else to turn to.”
“So you finally believe me when I say that strange shit is going on with this treasure hunt, and my friends are in danger,” Harvey grunted.
“What exactly is going on?” Scully asked, looking at the blips on the monitor, “And what’s this?”
“Tracking devices,” Bryan explained, “But I’ll get to that in a minute. First, we started out with twenty teams, two weeks ago. We’re now down to five. Now, several of them were detained in Daytona for...well...violating game procedures.”
“What procedures?” Mulder asked.
“The idiots thought that they had to get items from Jeff Gordon...literally. They took parts of his car, his clothes....”
“That’s a stunning image,” Scully shook her red hair, “but what does it have to do with vampires?”
“Well before that,” Harvey went on to explain, “Tamara...one of my friends...told me they got into a tussle with a couple of vampires in a Wal-mart.”
“And how do you know they were vampires?” Scully looked at the large man skeptically.
“At the time, I thought the same thing. I mean vampires? Tam can be a bit dramatic, but this was borderline nuts. But then we got into this bar room fight with a couple of rednecks, and Tamara was nearly taken by a demon and a couple of vampires. That’s when I believed them.”
“But how did you know they were vampires?” Mulder repeated his partner’s question.
Harvey looked at the pair and shook his head, “Because they morphed into something not human and had big, nasty fangs. You guys are supposed to be the experts. Anyway. Later in the week, Tamara was kidnapped by this vampire named, Marvin-”
“Marvin?” both Mulder and Scully cocked their heads.
“I know, lame name,” he nodded, “But this dude is far from being lame. See, he figured that if he held her hostage he would get this Slayer’s Cross from us...which we didn’t have...but was also trying to find.”
“Slayer’s Cross?”
“It’s this magical thingie that’s supposed to help the Slayer in killing vampires,” Harvey explained.
“Slayer?”
“But then, we found this Cross...but it was stolen by these English Mercenary guys to lure us into fighting Marvin. When we went to this drive-in movie theater in Oklahoma, and all hell broke loose. First, Marvin almost killed Tam, by draining her of her blood...but Earl, who was their demon driver, came to her rescue, with Michael, a friend of ours. See, Earl was the one who was trying to kidnap her, he was kinda love sick for her... But then, Tam summoned up this twister and we had to take cover. My van was wreaked...so I came home. Michael and Laura went with them in theirs.”
“I see,” Mulder nodded, giving his partner an excited glance. “and the other missing teams?”
“Well,” Bryan spoke up, “Teams One, Five, Thirteen and Sixteen where arrested for the Daytona thing. Teams Three, Ten, Eleven, Fourteen and Fifteen are all out because of car problems. Team Eighteen is disqualified for tampering with their tracking devise, and team Seven is also disqualified for going more than five miles off the course. Teams Six, Nine and Twenty are just plain missing.”
“What’s this blip?” Scully pointed to a flashing light just outside of Michigan.
“Oh, that’s team Twelve,” Bryan explained, “They’re still floating in Whitefish Bay.”
Mulder began to write down this information with furious speed, “So, out of the twenty teams that originally started,” he did the math quickly, “Only five teams are left.”
“Yeah,” Bryan nodded, “Teams Two, Four, Eight, Seventeen and Nineteen.”
“And where’s Mr. Giovani in all of this?” Scully asked, eyeing Bryan suspiciously.
Bryan replied, “He flew out to Fisherman’s Wharf.”
“Okay...” Scully squinted, “Where’s Fisherman’s Wharf?”
“San Francisco,” Bryan said turning to the monitor, “Where the race is over....Here.” he pointed to the screen.
“Can I ask why this blip is going in the opposite direction?” Scully asked, noticing the lone blip heading northwest.
Bryan looked at the screen again and pulled out his book, “That would be team Seventeen.”
“Team Seventeen?!” Harvey shouted, “That’s them! That’s my friends!”
“Why are they in the state of Washington?”
****** Silence reigned in the van. Even the music was turned to a minimum. Giles and Kimberly sat together on the back cot, cuddled with each other in blissful content. If he was having any second thoughts about his new found relationship, he wasn’t about to ruin the moment with them. Michael and Nora sat side by side on the long seat, and Tamara sat by herself on the smaller chair. Her arms were folded as she tried not to listen to the soft conversation going on a foot from her.
“Why don’t you two sit in each other’s laps?” she snotted, scooting her body so she was facing the window.
“Well, gee,” Nora bit back, “If it would help...” she then proceeded in practically climbing in Michael’s lap.
Kim rolled her eyes and sighed, “Are we there yet? Because if we aren’t, I’m going to gnaw off my leg to escape this van.”
“Mount St. Helens,” Giles sniffed, addressing Tamara, “What could possibly possess your Uncle in making the end of the race at the base of a dormant volcano?”
“This is my Uncle we’re talking about,” Tamara sighed, avoiding the reflection of Michael and Nora, getting better aquatinted, “Who knows what’s on his mind? I’ve stopped asking that years ago.” She whirled around and glared, “Do you two mind?! I really don’t feel like losing the little lunch I had!”
“Last time I checked, Hon,” Nora snapped, “this is a free country. You don’t like it...close you eyes.”
“Earl,” Tamara bolted upright, “that’s it! Pull over!”
“Look, I know you’re upset, but...”
“No,” She shook her head, “There’s the sign for the last stop!”
Earl reacted as only he could...he jammed on the brakes, pulled the van to a hard right, and prayed. As the vehicle turned, lifting slightly off its two wheels, all the passengers joined him in several prays and many curses as they were tossed about. Just when they thought the van was going to crash...it came to a halt.
In a ditch.
“Oh this is bloody wonderful!” Giles growled, untangling himself from Kimberly, who untangled herself from Tamara, “The idea is to get to where we’re going...without getting us killed!”
“Didn’t I tell everyone to wear seat belts?” Earl grumbled, climbing out of the passenger side.
One by one, the group exited the slain vehicle, stretched and checked for injuries.
“I don’t think there’s any damage,” Earl announced as he checked over the car.
“No,” Kimberly hissed, “but, we’re in a ditch...if you hadn’t noticed!”
“Minor inconvenience,” Earl responded, morphing into his Adonis form, “Now, all I have to do, is push...”
“Oh for pity’s sake,” Nora sighed, climbing back into the van and pulling out a large black purse. She opened the top and reached her hand into the bag, “Let’s see, what would help us with this?”
To the group’s amazement, she began to toss out a large quantity of items. “How much stuff can she fit in there?” Laura asked in awe, as she picked up a shovel.
“Nora’s purse is magical,” Earl explained.
“No kidding,” Michael wrinkled his brow when he noticed a coat rack on the ground, “Where, did she get this thing from, Mary Poppin’s?”
“They stole the idea from me, actually,” Nora said tossing a hammock aside, “Ah-ha! Planks, and a winch. That should do the trick.”
“You know,” Kim smiled, “I have to admit, this is the most scenic spot we’ve ever been to.”
“Yeah,” Tamara grumbled, her eyes never leaving Nora and Michael, “freaken wonderful!”
“Look,” Nora glared, “either you help us, or shut up. Make your choice.”
Tamara seethed, stepping over a pogo stick, “You know...you’re right! I really should shut up. Oh, but wait...this is a free country. Didn’t you tell me that? You’re free to be a ho, and I’m free to get as far from you as I can!”
“Tam,” Kimberly yelled out to her, as she began to walk toward the tree line, “Where are you going?! It’s almost dark. Tam?”
“If I stay by this car one more second, I’m going to scream!” she hissed, trekking out into the cool night air.
“She can’t be out there alone,” Giles pointed out, nervously.
“I know,” Michael sighed, getting up to follow her, “I’ll get her.”
“Why you?” Nora asked, annoyed, “Why do you have to play the drama king to her queen?”
“Because this is about us,” Michael explained, “Tam and I. I have to talk to her.”
“But you did already,” Nora called out to him, “It’s not your problem if she can’t handle that.”
****** “Where are you going?” Michael caught up to Tamara, as she tromped off into the woods.
“I’m making things easy for all of you,” she growled, “I’m leaving!”
“Okay,” he argued, stepping in front of her, “And just where the hell do you plan to go? We are in the middle of God’s Country, here...and half way to no where. Are you planning on asking a bear for a lift?”
Tamara whirled around, “What the HELL do you care! Go back to your new demon-ho, and have a great fucking life!”
“Nora is not a ho!” Mike defended, “and this has nothing to do with her!”
“Oh really,” she said sarcastically, “and who would this be about? The Easter Fucking Bunny?!”
Every time she tried to get ahead of him to walk away, Michael stepped in front of her, blocking her escape route. They did this little dance for a couple of minutes until Tamara stomped her foot on the compacted earth, “Will you stop doing that!”
“I’m not letting you just walk away without us talking about this.”
“There’s nothing to talk about,” she insisted, “You have what you want. Go! Leave me alone!”
“You know,” he shook his head, “You’re a real piece of work. For six years I’ve practically fallen over myself to get you to think of me as anything other than a friend. And for six years you’ve ignored me! Now, I show a little interest in someone other than you, and you’re upset about it?! Get a clue! I’m tired of this! You are way too high maintenance for me...for anyone! You are so great at putting up walls, that you’ve blocked out everyone who would even try to care about you!”
“I put up walls?! You don’t know anything about me!”
“You’re right,” Michael threw his arms up, “Nobody does! You’ve become the master of the “false front”, I’m amazed you even know who you are! I’ve tried to get close to you, but you’ve just pushed me away time and time again. I don’t want to do that anymore! I mean, look at you! Even after everything that’s happened to you, you still act like it’s ‘business as usual’. Well it’s not! It’s not okay!” She began to head to through the trees again, “Don’t walk away from me! We’re not done yet!”
“Oh yes we are!” she snapped, “At least, according to you we are!”
She turned her back toward him.
“It’s okay to admit you’re scared,” Michael said in a soft voice.
That made her stop.
“What are you talking about?” she asked, not turning around.
“You put on this front for everyone,” he explained, “This ‘take no prisoners’ approach. I think you push people away because you’re scared.”
“Scared of what?” she remained facing away.
“Scared of being vulnerable...of being hurt...”
Tamara began to walk again, “That’s ridiculous.”
“...of being alone.”
****** “Should we go after them?” Laura asked, peering into the night.
Kimberly shook her head, “Nah, they have to work this out. They’ll be back.”
“Well I hope it’s soon,” Giles looked around, nervously, “Something about this just doesn’t seem right.”
****** “I don’t bloody like this,” Philip grumbled, as he, Patrick and Nigel trudged along the darkened woods, “Why do we have to be on reconnaissance?”
“Because,” Nigel sighed, “Do you really want to upset Marvin? He’s in a brassed off mood as it is.”
“I’m getting hungry,” Patrick mumbled, bringing up the rear.
“Don’t get any ideas, mate,” Nigel gave him a sideways glance, “Save if for the white hats.”
Philip paused, placing his hand on Nigel’s shoulder, “Listen, did you hear something?”
“You’re imagining things,” Nigel shrugged his hand off.
“No,” Patrick nodded, “I hear it too. Sounds like...”
****** “Michael, if you think that’s going to work...think again!”
****** “Well, if this isn’t a spot of luck,” Philip smiled, taking out his gun, “Looks like we don’t have to search very far for our prey.”
“There she is!”
****** “All, I’m saying,” Michael huffed, “is that keeping all your emotions bottled up inside isn’t good.”
“Thank you, Dr. Freud!”
“Tam!”
“What?!”
“RUN!” Michael shouted at the two Mercs and the ex-Merc...now vampire, sprang out of the bushes at them.
Tamara reacted on instinct, sprinting off into the woods. She could hear the struggle behind her, but knew there wasn’t much she could do. If Marvin and his henchmen got a hold of her...
That’s when she heard the shot.
“Mike!” she shouted, stopping dead in her tracks. But she didn’t have time to worry. In a flash, Nigel and Patrick was after her.
Running through the thick underbrush proved to be more difficult than she thought, as she slipped, and cut herself on the thorny growth of the forest. She still managed to keep a decent distance from her pursuers, but their voices began to grow stronger, which meant they were rapidly catching up.
Tamara make a sharp left, scurrying down a soft slope to the river below. The river wasn’t a very wide one, and she didn’t think is was too deep, but did she have time to cross it?
The cries coming from behind her, told her that time was something she had precious little of. So, the young woman took a deep breath and leaped into the flowing water. If she couldn’t out run them, she would let the current carry her away from harm’s reach. As she slipped down the river, she figured herself to be out of immentant danger.
Until the current picked up.
****** “Earl, pull!” Nora shouted at her brother, as he began to wind up the winch, “The van’s almost out.”
“I’m trying,” Earl grunted, sweat pouring from his brow, “This isn’t as easy at it looks, you know.”
Kimberly could hear them arguing as she followed Giles to the makeshift sign. It was laying on the ground, where Earl had effectively run it down...killing it instantly. Giles bent down and picked the cardboard up. As he examined it, a cold chill ran down his spine.
“Oh dear god,” he hissed, his eyes never leaving the paper, “We’ve been set up!”
“What?!”
Giles showed her the sign, “Look at this.”
“Okay,” Kimberly nodded, “I’ll admit my youngest boy could do a better job on the artwork, but why do you think we’ve been...” As realization set in, she could feel her stomach turn, “The sign. It’s not official! All the other stops were all slick, and professional. This one looks like the product of a ten year old!”
At that moment, they jumped at a loud pop, that seemed to echo in the mountains.
“What was that?!” Kimberly shouted, after hearing the gunfire. “That wasn’t what I think it was...was it?”
“A gun!” Giles said, as they raced back toward the van.
“Did you guys hear that?!” Laura asked, “It sounded like...”
“A gun,” Giles nodded, “We heard it.”
“W-we should go and see what’s going on,” Kimberly suggested.
“Not a good idea,” Nora shook her head, “Too dangerous.”
“Too dangerous?!” Laura spat, “My brother’s out there, and my friend. If they’re in trouble-”
“What are you going to do?” Nora pointed out, walking over to the front of the van, “It’s dark out there, and they have an advantage...they have guns. You go out there...you’ll die.”
“You selfish bi-”
“She’s right,” Giles sighed.
“What?!” Laura and Kimberly both shouted.
“We can’t just go off into the darkness, and take on something we have no idea about,” Giles reasoned, taking out his crossbow, “We can, however, formulate a plan...before we head out.”
****** “Okay think,” Tamara sputtered, trying to keep her head above the swirling water. The river was significantly deeper than she thought, and not the placid body of water shown in so many postcards. Jumping in, she thought ruefully, was not among the brightest things she’s ever done, and now, only a minor miracle could fix this.
“Oh shit! This is not what I had in mind!!” she gasped, as she was swept under a large group of boulders. Holding her breath for as long as she could, she felt her body being tossed around the tight water-carved, underground tube, until she was finally shot out into a small pool...in the middle of an underground cave.
After a moment of treading water and re-orientating herself, Tamara paddled, blindly over to the rocky “shore”. Climbing onto the dry ground, she breathed a sigh of relief. Well, at least she wasn’t being chased by vampires and Mercenaries anymore. Of course, she had no idea where she was.
“Or how the hell I’m getting out of here,” she spoke out loud, startling herself with the strange echo in the cave.
She stood up and tested her feet on the rocky surface. When she was convinced that everything was working fine, and she would be able to walk, she began to search for a way out of the wading pool. It was almost completely dark in the cave, save a strange, crystalline illumination that was scattered through out the cave. Using the pale light, she felt her way along the wall trying to find an opening. Finally after a short time, she met with success. At least, she knew she could travel beyond the pool.
But where was she going to go? And what if her explorations led her deeper into the caves, instead of back out? Tamara sighed and decided that she had little choice now. She stumbled along the rocky tunnel, tripping every once in a while on a stray rock. Cursing under her breath, for fear that any loud noise would bring un-wanted trouble her way, she continued to make her way to what she hoped to be the exit.
A shimmering light from the distance caused Tamara to stop in her tracks. It was the glow of a fire! Which only meant one thing...
“I must be near an exit,” she practically giggled, as she hurried toward the light, “Thank god something’s going right.”
“Why,” a voice answered from behind the camp fire, “Was it not going well before?” Tamara cocked her head curiously. Sitting by a large fire, in the middle of a cave was...an old man.
****** “I can’t bloody believe it!” Nigel grumbled, as he and Patrick made their way back to the camp, “I can’t believe we lost her!”
“Well, what did you want to do,” Patrick bit back, “Jump into the water after her? The little witch probably drowned anyway.”
“We don’t know that,” Nigel warned, “And now, her friends know we’re here!”
“Then we need to act quickly,” Marvin added, seeing the two men return, “Where’s the other human?”
“Phil?” Nigel shook his head, “Don’t know. He went after the boy, while we chased the witch. I heard a shot...”
“So did everyone within fifty miles!” Lisa growled, “So much for our element of surprise,” she turned to Marvin, “So, what’s you brilliant plan now?”
Marvin had an evil glow in his eyes, as he put his game face on, “We kill them.”
****** “I’m coming with you,” Kimberly argued, stepping in front of Giles.
“No you’re not,” Giles fought back, “This isn’t a game, Kimberly. I don’t want to see you get hurt. You’re staying in the van, where they can’t get to you.”
“Don’t treat me like a child!”
“I’m not!”
“Yes you are!”
“Oh for god’s sake--”
“MIKE!!” Laura shouted, racing to her brother, as he stumbled out of the woods into the small clearing by the side of the highway. He was bruised and a little bloodied, but otherwise fine, “What happened?! We heard a shot--”
Michael pulled away from her tight embrace, “I-I was arguing with Tam, when they came out of no where.”
“Who?” Giles asked, concerned.
“Those English Merc guys,” he explained, “One of them tackled me. I told Tam to run, but the two others followed her. I...I don’t know if she got away---”
“But the shot...”
“He had a gun,” Michael had a distant look in his eyes, “He...he was going to kill me. I grabbed for it...he’s dead. I think.”
“Then he probably wasn’t the vampire,” Giles reasoned, “Which means...”
“We know what it means, Rupert,” Kim snapped, pacing back and forth, “Those damn vamps are after her again! We have to stop them! And this time for good!”
“I agree,” Giles nodded, dragging Kim over to the van, “Which is why you’re staying put!”
“We’re NOT going through this one again!”
“You know, guys,” Nora pointed out calmly, “Whilst we stand here arguing the finer points of chivalry, the vamps are probably honing in on us.”
“We’re in this together,” Laura agreed, grabbing a stake out of Giles duffel bag.
“But what about Tamara?” Michael sighed.
“If she got away, then she’s probably the safest one right now,” Nora rolled her eyes.
“And if they have her?” Kimberly asked, picking up a crossbow.
“Then,” Nora said coldly, “she’s already dead...or will soon be.”
“Let’s just pray she managed to escape,” Giles sighed, as the group headed out into the moonlit forest.
****** “Who are you?” Tamara asked, seeing the strangely dressed man sitting by the small campfire, “And how did you get in here?”
As far as Tamara could see, the only entrance was through the way she got in...and the large circular opening in the roof of the cave. She looked up at the moon, that shown thirty feet above her head, and came to the conclusion that the latter was impossible for the old man.
“Come,” he motioned to her, “sit by the fire, and warm yourself.”
Warily, Tamara did as he requested and plunked herself across from the old man. In the flickering of the fire light, she could tell that the man was Native American...and of importance in what ever tribe he hailed from. He wore several small animal skin pouches around his neck, and clasping his leather drawstring. Surrounding him was clay bowls, pottery and other items used to mix and cook herbs and spices. His silvery hair was braided in two long pony tails, and tied off with red string.
He was a Shaman.
“You don’t wear any feathers,” she noticed.
The old man smiled, picking up a long pipe and blowing out green colored smoke that swirled around the air, “Only warriors wear feathers. I am no warrior. But you? Where are your feathers?”
“What are you talking about?” she asked, mesmerized by the animal patterns created by the smoke, which now turned red.
“You have been in many battles,” he nodded, as the smoke took on the form of Marvin, “And you will be in more yet to come.”
Tamara scooted back when she saw the image of the vampire, but relaxed when the smoke broke and whisped into nothingness. “Battles? H-how did you know-”
“I know many things,” he smiled, “and I know nothing.”
Tamara sighed and placed her head in her hands, “Great, I’m stuck here with Enigma Man.”
“I do know that your greatest challenges lie ahead of you,” the old man admitted, “But you are not ready to face them yet.”
This, prompted her to lift her head, “What do you mean, ‘I’m not ready’?”
“I do not know how these battles will end,” he continued, “but I do know that the outcome will depend on you, and you ability to harness your powers.”
“Powers?”
“But you must first let go of your anger, and hurt. These are the things that hold you back. And this is why you are not ready.”
Tamara looked at the old man with wary eyes, “Anger? What do I have to be angry about?”
“You tell me,” he gave a concerned look, “All I see is the rage within...I do not see it’s cause. Only you do. And only you can let it go.”
****** “Let it go Rupert,” Kim growled quietly, as they stalked through the woods, “I’m not going back to the van! There are a bunch of dangerous vampires out there, and I’m not about to let you go off and get yourself killed...or worse.”
“I just don’t want to see you get hurt.”
“You’re chauvinistic...did you know that?”
“What?!” he spun around to face her, “What the hell are you talking about?”
“You think that just because I’m a woman, that I can’t handle myself,” Kimberly insisted, “And you...the big, strong man, will come to my rescue.”
“That’s the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard!” he bit back, “You think this is some kind of game. If you died...”
“What?” she prodded, “If I died, what? Would it be your fault? Is that it? You, and only you are responsible for me...right?”
“That’s not it,” Giles sighed, miserably. He stopped, taking her by the arms, “I already lost someone very dear to me, I don’t want to lose another.”
“I know...Jenny.”
“No,” he shook his head, “You don’t know. She was murdered by Angelus, a vampire that was cursed by Gypsies to have a soul. He fell in love with my Slayer, and the spell was broken. Jenny, was sent to make sure that didn’t happen. When I found out she lied to me about who she really was...I turned her away.” He paused, trying to regain some semblance of composure, “I...I never had the chance to say how sorry I was for doing that, and how much I really loved her. You see, Angelus broke her neck, and left her in my bed for me to find...as some kind of sick joke.”
Kimberly felt her heart stop. She could tell that these words didn’t come easy to him, and yet, there he was, telling her his most painful experience. “I’m so sorry.”
“If she didn’t know me...if I didn’t turn her away...”
“Don’t you dare blame yourself, Rupert,” Kimberly chided softly, embracing him, “You couldn’t have possible known what was going to happen. And it wasn’t your doing that made Angelus evil...”
“No,” he pulled away, “But do you honestly believe things would be different with us? If you stay with me, your life would be considerably shorter than if we had never met. I couldn’t bear losing you.”
“So w-what are you saying?” Kim shuddered, unsure if it was a reaction to the cool mountain air, or the feeling that her world was about to come crumbling down around her.
“When all of this is said and done,” he inhaled, running his hand through his graying hair, “I want...that is, I think it would be best if we parted company.”
“Just like that?” she answered him, tears burning in her eyes, “You’re dumping me?”
“Kimberly...I...”
“No,” she backed up, her tone becoming harsh, “No, really, that’s fine. I only fucked up my entire life before I met you...why not make my failure complete.”
“It’s not you...”
“Spare me,” she hissed, pacing the woodland ground furiously, “You think that you’ve cornered the market on living the dangerous life? It’s so easy for you isn’t it? You’re so fucking slick, and I fell for it! Say a few words...bla bla bla, I’m trying to save the world, bla bla bla, sleep with me! Well, fuck you and the horse you rode in on bubba...and your dog...and your llama! You want me to bail? Fine, I'll go help Laura guard the fucking van! Can I have your crossbow after you are fucking dead? God, what else could go wrong?!"
As if on cue, she felt a tight grip wrap around her arms, and a cold breath tickle her ear, “You were saying?” Marvin grinned.
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