Amber and Des had just got back from Denny's and were now laying on the couch.
"How much do we have left?" Des asked. Amber reached her hand into her pocket and counted the bills.
"We still have a little over three hundred left. But we should start saving them."
"Where would we go if they find us here?"
"I doubt they will. And hey, even if they do, we won't let them win that easily."
"Yeah if they try to take them, I'll burn them to a crisp and you'll beat the crap out of them!"
Amber laughed slightly. "Yeah, that would happen,"
On the floor was a magazine that both Amber and Des did not notice the first time. On the cover was the headline
Woman all around reported missing, says local witnesses. Des had a dark feeling about this. He could already guess what had happened but the thought was too much for him so he stayed quiet.
"Wait..." Amber said.
"What?"
"Notice how everything else here seems really old?" she asked as she and Des looked around the room. Everything did look old. The T.V was broken, the couch had holes and tears in it, the other furninture had either a broken or missing part, and the walls didn't look exactly the best. "Look at this magazine. It looks brand new!" she whispered. "Like someone had just bought it in!"
Suddenly they heard a front door unlock and a man stepped in.
"Woah!" Des shouted. Amber got into a fighting-ready stance, but immediatley stopped when she saw he didn't look aggressive.
The man smiled.
A bark was heard outside and a Labrador Poodle went inside the house. "Do not be afraid. I am not here to hurt you. My name's Bryson." He looked around. "Ever since I fell on hard times, I lost everything and this place is the only place me and Lola can live."
"Live here? But it's so broken here!" Des said.
"I know but me and Lola don't have anywhere else."
"You mean you're homeless?" Amber asked
Bryson nodded. "Things been a little rough for me since I lost my job. But I got Lola here to keep me company." He said as he petted his dog. He looked at them. "Your welcome to stay here too if you want."
"Thank you. We really appreciate it. Now if you don't mind telling us...where did you work?
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Canterlot city was normally a civilized one for the most part. Nothing too bad happened often. But that wasn't true for a particular group that happened to reside in a apartment. Not exactly an apartment more like a hidden den on the corner of the streets.
A hooded figure walked towards the den, wearing a silver mask that covered the entire face and the hair completely hidden. The figure also wore black gloves and carried a duffel bag with her. It approached the door and gave it a secret knock.
The door swung open and a man answered it.
He had on a muscle shirt, shorts and tattoos all over his chest. He also wore a gold chain around his neck. "What you want?!" He snapped at the figure. "Oh it's you, Virus. What do you want?"
"Nice seeing you here, Charles." The figure said softly. "I got a few offers if you'd like. Can I come inside?"
Charles stepped inside and the masked person walked in. Inside revealed Charles wasn't living alone. There were at least five other guys. The air in the den smelled of smoked ciggarettes. They were lounging on the couch and on the wall was a rack of guns and ammo. Besides the guns were knives and grenades. Virus put the bag on the table then opened it. Piled on the table were a handful of pistols, machine guns, assualt rifles, and bombs. Charles looked at them carefully.
"How much do you expect for these?"
"Oh I don't know...how much are you willing to offer?"
Charles whistled for one of his men to bring a briefcase. He opened it up in front of the masked person and presented it's contents. Inside the briefcase were stacks and stacks of hundreds of dollar bills.
"Alright, seems good enough. Oh and here," Virus said as it handed Charles the bags of ammunition. Charles took the weapons in exchange for the briefcase full of cash.
"Pleasure doing bussiness with you, Virus."
"Don't mention it," after the hooded figure left, it got back in the car and dialed someone.
"Chaos speaking",
"Chaos, have you got the boy yet?"
"Sure did. He's in one of the cell rooms right now as we speak.
"Good. And what about the girls?"
"I figure that I can lure them over here, they haven't come in yet."
Virus hung up and drove away.