"You sure you don't want me to drive?"

Tuna shook her head, her eyes on the road. "Nah, I'm good. We'll be home by 'leven, probably?"

"Eleven?!" Bale raised his eyebrows. "We weren't that far away!"

"Babe, we were in New York."

He considered this for a moment, then shrugged and reached over to play with the radio knob. "We should probably get something to eat, then, I guess. Been a while since dinner." The blonde woman shrugged and squinted at the dark road, stretching on ahead of them. "Kay. Looks like lights up ahead, there's probably somewhere we can pull in."

It was only a few miles before they reached a lonely gas station. Bale left Tuna grumbling about some taillighters to buy a quick bite inside the store. Fighting the urge to yawn, he grabbed some food and headed for the register. He dropped his change into the hand of the cashier, and, slipping the handles of the bag around his wrist, strode outside into the cool air.

The sight that met his eyes made him stop dead. The door of the pickup was thrown wide upen, and not more than a few yeards away, a suited man had a weakly struggling Tuna thrown over his shoulder with a blag bag cinched around her head. A stream of blood was trickling down her neck, its source out of view but evident. Her carrier stopped behind a large, black van and tossed her in unceremoniously. Bale stood dead still, his eyes fixed on the scene, before adreneline kicked in at last. He started to dash towards the van.

Before he could get more than a few feet, a hand tightened on his arm, and a sharp blow to his head plunged him into blackness.

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RUN FORREST RUN. Squeegie and I have agreed that the retard squad aren't in a very good situation as of now. |D Don't worry, you'll hear from them occasionally, but this leaves me much more free to do stuff with Aeros and Nox and...stuff. HO HO HO. -fails at everything-