I couldn't sleep that night, the thoughts alone were horrifying. Something about seeing them again made me want to disappear. What I did to them wouldn't be forgiven, it hadn't been long enough. After the PD and before the hitpony shit I was something else, I was a thief. Oh but no, I wasn't one of those low lives. Sure I wasn't proud of it (nor am I proud of what I do now), but it's not something that you forget soon.

"What do we do now?" Octavia asked.

"Well, that's one helluva question."

"didn't expect you to know of your head but still, that's really unnerving."

"Knowing them they don't have a damn clue we're here yet, they weren't ever too good at grabbing locations. They may know that we're somewhere in the region but it's impossible for them to already have gotten hold of this location. They were amateurs at the time and probably still are now."

"Amateurs at worst then."

"I guess you could say that."

"Then what are they at best?"

"I dunno, havn't seen them in forever." I was really nonchalant about this, considering my life was on the line once again.

I looked around for a minute. I wanted to get back into the old traditional ways of doing things. So that was where it lead me to believe that I needed a new rifle. Something a little different than an AK or M16. I turned around, Octavia followed. We walked out the door and down the hall, I'd been in there for 15 minutes, probably spend 8 of them knocked out. As I passed by the receptionist, she shouted at Octavia.

"Where's the money for last night?"

"Up yours too bitch." Octavia was feeling snappy today.

"Oh I'm sorry, you have something to say?"

"Yes, you have a satisfaction guarantied poster on the wall, start paying attention and you wouldn't be working in a motel."

The mare tried to chase us out but we were already driving off.

"Where to?" Octavia asked, she probably wasn't fond of that motel and it wasn't like I'd feel comfortable returning to it.

"We're going into this 'Ruthsville' place. I need to see what it's like."

We drove on with that in mind. It was a short five minute drive, the signs were a blur. When we go to the town border I stopped the car, staring at the sign.

"What is i-" Octavia noticed what I was looking at.

Dangling from the tree, was a dead body in a noose.

Author's Notes:

Short little chapter, I've been busy with work but knew that everyone needs a little Cloud Dasher