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The door to the warehouse was rather unceremoniously kicked open and a wide grin was the first thing seen out of the darkness as Quinn entered. His favorite baseball bat "Cecelia" was slung across the back of his neck and the dull metal was clearly stained with barely dried blood; an unfortunate run in with a few punks on the way back, but he'd set them straight with a lesson they'd never have a chance to forget.

"I heard pizza." he said with a short laugh as he tossed his bat to the side of the door, letting it clatter to the floor with a few metallic clangs before it rolled to a stop against the umbrella holder. He often wondered why they had an umbrella holder in the warehouse, but he never openly questioned why Zane did anything anymore; speaking of the devil, he tilted his head and jabbed a thumb at the passed out man with a quizzical look on his face, "What's up with the boss man? Someone nick his booze again?"
 
"I am simply concerned with our monetary affairs. We aren't getting enough money as we should be getting from the various contracts. It would appear we aren't getting enough contracts to maintain a comforta-" Leo said before he was interrupted by Tyler and his contribution of a twenty dollar bill. Leonardo smiled as he extended his arms out, "Tyler! Mind sparing that Jackson for dinner? I suppose I can use your monetary tribute for an item of your choice? What would you like?" He took the ten dollar bill from Riley, "Well, today seems to be going well... Your dollar shall be of much use in acquiring tonight's dinner." He glanced at Riley before scratching the back of his head.

Leonardo laughed nervously, "Do you mind if I were to save the parts of your bill that is not used for tonight's grub? I'll get the Twinkies from the store if you want that more, instead of saving and rationing your share." Leonardo nodded, "After all, you were willing to donate to the cause, and I would be amiss if I did not offer to buy the items which you seek."

Leonardo proceeds to count the bills, as he moves his left index finger around in a seemingly incoherent pattern, before he shakes his head and grins. He gives a wave to Marty, "Marty, good to have you back." He returned his gaze to Allison, "So, ready to head out, with these new funds I am positive we can get you Chinese food, if you don't want to eat from Vito's."

Leonardo quickly shoved the dollar bills in his pockets, as he extends both of his hands in an open gesture, "Does anyone else wish to donate for the procuring of dinner? All monetary donations are appreciated, and you will appreciate the work your funds are going to."
 
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"Ha! I did hear Pizza, hot damn!" Quinn's grin brightened considerably as he pulled off his beanie and pulled out his wallet. It might have seemed weird to anyone who didn't know him, but growing up on the streets taught a kid a thing or two about handling money, most notably on where to keep it. The pocket was too easy a target and the shoes were usually the first thing to go in a robbery, but a hat? No one ever checked the hat, in fact it was rare that anyone even noticed the hat, so it was the prime place to hide his money; not that anyone who ever tried to rob him had walked away from it with anything less than at least one broken bone, but some habits died harder than others.

He fished a hand into the old leather and after a few seconds pulled out an old, half crumpled ten which he handed over, " 'Ere ya go, try t'get somethin' with sugar back here too, I haven't had a pop all week and I'm dyin' over here Leo, dyin!" Quinn spread out his arms for dramatic emphasis as he spun around to the couch and let himself fall over the back onto it, his feet hanging up in the air. " 'An if its Vito's you're going to, you better tell those fuckers on the back line that if they fuck the order up again, me 'an Cecelia are gonna be payin a visit. Last time I told 'em I wanted everythin' but anchovies and the whole fuckin' pizza was covered with 'em! You believe that shit?" he said, practically spitting through his teeth in annoyance...so god help that restaurant if there were anchovies on this friggin pizza.
 
Riley did a reverse shooing motion, telling Leo to 'just forgeta bout it', "I can live without the twinkies for a few days. You're just our money man Leo so don't forget about those golden rods of deliciousness!" She turned to see Marty, at first ready to ask him a simple question and then ready to confirm her suspicions. Kid was never really in a bad mood, unless the weather matched, and by the sound of it, it was raining pretty hard. "Where's the car Marty?" Ry looked at him quizzically, "Out of gas and left where exactly?" She placed her hands on her hips and then moved to cross her arms over her black sports bra. Zane was not going to be please to know the second-to-none car was probably out of commission. And who may have to take their motorcycle and get food? Oh yeah him.
 
"nah mi amigo; I'm straight broke," Marty turns out his pockets to show his lack of any funds "Else I would of bought my ride some fuel. Its a total bummer. At least I have my bow though, I don't know what I would do if I lost it."
He pulls his bow off of his back to make sure he still had his darling bow, he had drawn some weird looks walking through downtown New York with a bow strapped onto his back. They were jealous of his bow, he just knew it.
"I left my car parked by the side of the road, I left my cell at my pad, so I walked here to call a pick-up-truck."
 
Leonardo takes a new ten dollar bill from Quinton, as he smiled. "Aha, another monetary donation to the cause! Excellent." He glanced at Quinton for a moment, "You didn't do anything .." Leonardo was snapping his fingers, "To insult them over the phone did you?" Leonardo waved his left and right hands side to side, "Not saying there could still be a misunderstanding, but Vito's provides a quality pizza, at a budget price." He glanced back at Riley smiling, "Of course, I won't forget to buy your snack foods. You've donated to the cause after all, and it'd be rude to not purchase a lady something if she politely asked for it." Leonardo glanced back at Marty, "Well..." Leonardo moved his left hand in the air, pointing at random things as he glanced at the roof of the warehouse.

Leonardo shook his head, "Ah, well, tell me exactly what road it's on. As I am already heading out to procure a delicious meal, I suppose I can buy the fuel for it." Leonardo snapped his fingers "Want to come with, I mean you know where it is, and I don't think you'd want anyone else driving the vehicle would ya?"
 
Quinn gave Leo a hurt look as he placed his hands against his chest...or as hurt a look as someone could give another while being firmly upside down, but he was doing his best regardless, "Me? Insult them? You wound me Leo, you really think a saint like me'd insult the brave men and women who deliver our pizzas?" It was going...it was going...and there went his serious face as he cracked up into a chuckling fit, he'd given it his best effort to deliver the whole thing with a straight face, but there were some things that even he couldn't do.

With a long sigh, he waved dismissively at Leonardo before putting his hands back behind his head and shrugging his shoulders, "Truth be told, I ain't got a clue. I don't recall bein' rude wit 'em, musta been a new guy on that night, or maybe they mixed my pie up." He had to agree with Leo on the fact that Vito's was 9 times out of 10 a really good place to grab a slice if you were running low on money; he'd never really go out of his way to crash up a restaurant over something as small as a mix up on food, there wasn't anything in it for him and in all fairness he had better things he could be breaking that would make him a lot more money and get him in a lot less trouble. Like hooligans, or contracts. With a quick movement, he let his body fall the rest of the way from where he was hanging over the edge, gravity taking over as he held out his hands and flipped his way back onto his feet so he could stretch and roll the kinks out of his neck. "You mind if I tag along Leo? I'm feelin' too restless t'stay cooped up t'night."
 
"Yeah, sometimes things get busy at Vito's especially at night. I'm sorry if you thought I insinuated you being completely rude to them." Leonardo pointed at Quinn, "I just wanted to be sure of all possible outcomes you know. And I'll make sure to inform them to try their best to keep mix ups to a minimum. After all, Vito's is good to us, and we are good to Vito's." Leonardo nodded as he looked around.

Leonardo cupped his chin in thought, "Well, I wouldn't mind if you tagged along. But, we need good people like you maintaining the security of the fort so to speak." Leonardo nodded as he smiled at Quinn, "You are really good with that bat." Leonardo snickers, "Say, you wouldn't mind keeping look out would ya? I'll give you one of the first slices when I get back." Leonardo smiles, as he glances to Marty "So, Marty you comin' with me?"
 
"Tch...you drive a hard bargin...throw in some Birch Beer with that and we'll call it square." Quinn smiled and walked by Leo as he went to go grab himself a glass of water, giving the younger man a few pats on the shoulder as he passed, "You drive careful now and keep your eyes open, hooligans seem to be out by the handful tonight." he said, pointing at the dried blood on his bat to make his point.

He'd been on his nightly walk when two punks had come out from an alleyway looking for an easy buck. The first had taken Cecelia across the jaw before he'd even had a chance to blink, the hit so sound that the bone had almost disintegrated on contact as he hit the ground like a sack of bricks. The second had pulled out a knife, but its a well known fact that fingers don't respond well to metal being slammed into them and as soon as the bat had connected with his hand, his fingers split into a multitude of angles, every one of them wrong as the knife hit the ground. He'd tried to run...of course, once the tables turned the chickenshits always tried to run, but he hadn't gotten two steps before Quinn had moved to his side and applied Cecelia to his right knee, causing it to explode into a visceral ball of blood and gore as his leg snapped forwards from the force, causing the thief to crumple forward with a strangled cry of pain. "Awwww...little baby fall down an' get a boo boo" he cooed mockingly as he stood over the young man, pressing a foot down hard on the knee he'd just obliterated so he could kneel down, his face tilting to the side with a sadistic grin playing across his face, "You want auntie Cecelia to make you feel all better?"

The man sobbed and shook his head, clearly terrified as he tried to choke apologies through his pained gasps and strangled screams, his feeble attempts only making Quinn smile wider as he stood up and placed the bat against the side of the man's head, giving it a few light taps, "Jus' stay riiiiight there, don't you go messin' up my shot now." Tap...tap...tap...Quinn lightly applied his bat against the man's ear, each tap causing him to shake harder and sob louder as he pleaded for his life, though this only seemed to make Quinn whistle louder. Tap...tap...BAM! The bat came crashing against the man's head, splattered blood and brain matter against the alley wall with violent force as Quinn followed through with his swing, bringing the bat up onto his shoulder as he pumped his fist into the air, "Homerunnnnnnnn!! Quinton slams it outta the park and the crowd goes willllllllld!" Just then, the man who's jaw had been broken had started to come to, his confused and dazed garble catching Quinn's attention as he turned his head to the side, pointing Cecelia at the grounded man, "And now...for inning two."

The sound of the bat cracking against bone in his mind brought Quinn back to reality as the cup he had in hand started to overflow. With a chuckle, he poured a little back into the sink and took a long drink from the glass, pulling back with a content sigh. "Y'know...New York has some shit water, but this stuff is pretty good. I keep forgettin' t'ask what line we're hooked up to."
 
"I'm down dog, lets mosey down and get some Zah, if you know what I mean."
Marty smiled, hoping he was doing social interaction right, living alone in the woods for fifteen years was enough to make anyone socially awkward. He was most certainty self-conscious about it, he made sure to do through research on how to talk to people before he left his isolation, he and his bow watched every TV show and movie they could get their hands on.
 
Gunfire rained across the night sky. Every now and again you'd hear an explosion go off in the distance. Almost a surprise it wasn't raining. Abigail, carrying her heavy gear, walked through the hostile territory with a group of comrades. They weren't under fire, yet. The leader signaled for them to stop and everyone took cover off to the side as two scouts were selected and sent out. The feint sound of radio communication with the commander's superiors could be heard at the head of the column. Abby looked around in the darkness, as she waited. A few of her comrades in arms behind her were whispering. She leaned back a bit to listen in on what they were saying when it happened. A volley of gunshots from the brush rang as a handful of the soldiers dropped dead, a few others yelled out in pain and fell over, grabbing where they were shot. Further up ahead an explosion went off hitting a good chunk of the column. Then they came. A couple dozen charlies descended upon them like bats out of hell. Abby got up and started to run. People were dying everywhere, she wasn't about to be one of them. A rifle shot rang past her ear as she thanked the lord that it wasn't the back of her head. That was until she stepped on something and up out of the ground came a bouncing betty. In her few nano seconds left of life, all Abby could muster was a mixture of regret and fear pastured on her face. Then it exploded...

Waking with a shock, Abigail shot up and looked around. Taking in what's going on, this, this wasn't Asia. This was the living area and she was sitting at a table, arms still on the shirt she was using as a makeshift pillow. Noticing something wet on her face she wiped the drool off of her cheek. What was... oh voices. People were talking, people she knew. 'Oh, that's right. I wasn't in Vietnam.' She thought as she reached around the table for her glasses. Finding them a bit further above the makeshift pillow, she restored sight to her still foggy world. Looking down on the shirt now, she noticed it had a large drool spot on it. Ew, at least it wasn't her shirt. Someone else would have to deal with it. Standing up, Abby wobbled a bit as she took her first step and headed towards the voices. Coming upon a dinner discussion, she was still too asleep to tell Leon that he was full of shit and there was a chicken place just further up the street that was just as cheap. Instead she just stood at the edge of conversation, taking in what bits she could now and again.
 
"I wanna go with you!" Akari said, wrapping her arms around Leonardo's waist. "I never get to go out late, so don't forget to bring me, okay?"

The girl remained determined to go, now fueled by the mild sugar rush of a piece of cherry candy. Of course, she didn't give it much attention while eating it, not going out of her way to savor it. It was more like fuel until she could reach her real goal.
 
Leonardo glanced at Akari as she wrapped her arms around his waist. "Well it is late..." Leonardo stared at Akari, who was clearly looking ambitious to come. Leonardo stared at her and spoke again, "You can come, BUT..." Leonardo pointed his right index finger at her, "You have to stay close to either Marty, or me... Or Allison is she is coming." Leonardo waited for a moment "Do you promi.." Leonardo shook his head as he extended his right pinky finger to Akari.

"Do you pinky promise to stay real close to the members of the group if you decide to come?" He kept his right pinky finger out in front of Akari. He swerved his head towards Marty, "You remember where the car is right? Is it close to a station? We should get a container for gas."
 
"Okay!" Akari beamed, taking his pinky in her own. "I'll stick right between you guys, like you're my big brother!"

She laughed, excited for the adventure of it all. "It's a promise!"
 
No...not the car! The poor defenseless baby!

No longer was the inevitability of pizza the biggest concern, no more was Allison going to try to correct them that she wanted Mexican food originally. Chinese was just a desperate second choice to lure votes away from pizza, a tactic that had failed abysmally. Now though, her thoughts and actions were dedicated to save the precious set of wheels that Marty had so callously left unfed and then abandoned it on the streets! Such behavior would not do, would not do at all!

In a flash she dove into the secondary workshop, cooing at the little automated devices that tracked her movements through it. Quickly locating the shelf that played home to a variety of car knick knacks, she only grabbed a tool box, two five-gallon containers and a rain slicker. Arguably it was all a lot heavier than she expected, setting down the gasoline containers Allison slipped on the slicker that doubled as an apron at times.

"Okay, someone needs to help me carry this stuff. This is now a priority rescue mission, we cannot afford to dawdle!"

Allison was so focused on saving the car from the horrors of the outside world that she overlooked the fact that Abigail had stolen some of her clothes again.
 
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Quinn looked between Marty and Allison as the woman went through several visible emotions, none of them looking anything short of shocked, before dashing off into one of the warehouse's many side rooms. He shot Marty a sideways grin and whistled as he shook his head slightly, his hand coming up to lightly wag a finger at him, "Hoooo boy, you are in for it now man. You left a machine out in the middle of nowhere...in New York. In the rain. Man if you get off with just a few stern words you'd better count yourself lucky."

Quinn had been around long enough to fully appreciate Allison's...unique outlook on life, and when it came to anything mechanical, it was like she could see the heart and soul beating and breathing inside of them; if he was being honest, it was a little weird to him, but then again he beat people to death for a living, so really, what was weird beyond a word? He hopped up on the kitchen counter and sat down, pushing the thought out of his head as he took another drink, his eyes shifting over to Abby as he gave the half awake girl a quick wave of his hand. "Mornin' sleepin' beauty! Decide to finally grace us with your presence or did you jus' hear all the talk about food?" he said, letting his legs dangle over the edge of the counter as he grinned widely at his own joke.
 
"YOU. DID. WHAT?" Zane vaulted off the crate, eyes open and practically red with rage. "MARTY, YOU LEFT THE CAR IN THE MIDDLE OF GODDAMN NEW YORK? DO YOU KNOW HOW MANY PRINTS, HOW MANY THINGS THAT COULD LEAD BACK TO US ARE IN THERE? HOW MUCH CHEAP INTERNET PORN I STORED ON A LAPTOP WHICH COINCIDENTALLY HAPPENS TO HAVE BEEN LEFT IN THAT CAR?!" He stormed over to where Allison stood, trying in vain to pick up the equipment she'd dragged out of her office space, hefting up the tool box and one of the containers. "Come on little girl. We spent good money on that car. Marty, you're coming too. It turns out you broke it, I break you." Of course, Zane never would. These kids were all he had that he really loved. But that couldn't stop from grumbling and steaming like crazy as he walked out into the rain. They did interrupt naptime. And naptime was sacred. "It'll be a tight fit. Marty sits in the back. And I don't care how old you both are, you're not driving my bike."
 
Now there was a reaction he hadn't been expecting, and Quinn kept himself nice and quiet while Zane went off on Marty. There wasn't any way he or anyone could have known that Zane was stashing his laptop in that car, but it was definitely a problem if there was anything on it that could lead back to them. This was New York after all, there was a car broken into every five seconds around here; truth be told probably had a lot to actually worry about if that thing got into the wrong hands. Still, freaking out about it now wasn't going to do them any good, it would only make things worse if they ran around like chickens with their head's cut off, so in his usual fashion, Quinn tried to break the tension with a little levity. "Oh man...I'll bet there's some real freaky shit on that 'top if its got your personals on it. Still though...kinda figured you as the magazine type." he said, flashing Zane a quick grin. That probably explained why no matter how hard he looked around here, he'd not once found a single skin mag, not even in hiding. He was a curious teenager with a strong need to wander and explore...it wasn't his fault if his roomies had bad habits of leaving their doors open.
 
Hearing all the commotion outside the bathroom, Luna gargled and spit out her toothpaste, walking out with her sucker between her teeth and cheek, sucking away as she watched the others. Wonder if the food is ready yet? Probably not. When can we eat? No matter how much candy I stuff down I am still never full! She mumbled with her thoughts, bouncing on her heels feeling a bit hyper. Her ears perked up at mention of hidden porn on a laptop in Zane's car, she'd never seen the stuff but from she heard it was a great distraction away from the bleak troubles of life and hard to obtain women. She wondered if porn was as sweet as her candy, but quickly doubted it, nothing was sweeter than candy. Heading in the kitchen, she plopped down in her seat, setting her backpack to the floor, slurping away at her treat. "Hey, if you had to um, compare, what do you think is sweeter? Porn or candy?" She asked aloud to no one in particular, more to herself, "Hmm... candy or... porn... hmm... I think I'll have to see for myself..."

When Luna saw some of them leaving for the trip she gave a wave, smiling with clean teeth already beginning to be died red by her sucker, "Don't forget the pizza okay?" She warned, as if everyone was as absent minded as her.
 
Akari thought there was a lot of yelling going on over one little car. She couldn't imagine what evidence they left lying in clear view, or how it could be linked to them to cause such a fit. At least, she was sure she didn't leave anything notable.

Still, there was one question that bugged her more than that.
"Hey," she asked the others, "What's 'porn'?"
 
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