"We're out of amour, no knives, nothing" Valeria stated as they parked outside of a small farm shed, about 6 miles away from the city border. Oregon was a quieter place, the air was hotter in the mid July summer and the tension in their muscles coupled with the cramped style they sat in the small car and the heat was enough to drive anyone insane.

"We left the suitcase in the apartment, I totally forgot about guns and bullets in all that nonsense" Pete said and palmed his face angrily.

"Is this our last gig?" Valeria asked as he dabbed a wet towel on Moses' cheek gently, hoping and praying it would help him, trying her damnest to break his fever.

"I'll pretend I didn't just hear you say that" Pete replied in a slow tone.

"Then I'll say it again, Pete, is this our last gig?" She repeated.

"I decide when our last gig is"

"I decide what I am Pete, I decide who I am and what I am capab

Flash back

The very first time Nick had met with Valeria and Pete, it was not under the best or under the fairest or prettiest of circumstances. It was a winter morning in Glasgow, the largest city in all of Scotland. The wind was a little high that morning and very few men and women littered the vacant street. The building that loomed ahead was a theatre house and at that hour, it was just getting ready for the event. While the inside boomed and was noisy with life and busy people of all ages and statures, some were hanging up the best of linens, others mopping floors and some making sure the decorations were top notch and as elegant and gorgeous as they were being paid to make it look.

For every ladder, there was a group of no less than six person gathered at the base with one up there, putting up the best of classy and beautiful decorations for the coming event that would be hosted 

"Don't play dumb. I saw it on TV, the Senator's baby in Washington DC, it's that baby, it's  Moses, how could you! You took an innocent child from the mother, you heartless monsters!" Tracy said and burst into tears.

"You're delusional woman" Pete replied flatly, his eyes on the suitcase under the couch, washing he could just get to it at once.

"Really? I trusted all of you! You betrayed me! Well, I had to do the right thing, I can't let you monsters harm that poor child" she continued and wiped fiercely at her tears.

"We'll have to take you in for questioning" the black man said.

"Please put your hands behind your head and move to the door"

Nick complied and rose from the couch.

"Slowly, we have the permission to take you dead or alive" the taller guy advised.

"Thank you Tracy, you did the right thing" the black man said and Tracy nodded eagerly.

Just then, Valeria emerged from 

"We're out of amour, no knives, nothing" Valeria stated as they parked outside of a small farm shed, about 6 miles away from the city border. Oregon was a quieter place, the air was hotter in the mid July summer and the tension in their muscles coupled with the cramped style they sat in the small car and the heat was enough to drive anyone insane.

"We left the suitcase in the apartment, I totally forgot about guns and bullets in all that nonsense" Pete said and palmed his face angrily.

"Is this our last gig?" Valeria asked as he dabbed a wet towel on Moses' cheek gently, hoping and praying it would help him, trying her damnest to break his fever.

"I'll pretend I didn't just hear you say that" Pete replied in a slow tone.

"Then I'll say it again, Pete, is this our last gig?" She repeated.

"I decide when our last gig is"

"I decide what I am Pete, I decide who I am and what I am capable of doing, I am a con artist, a thief maybe, a cheat and an impersonator but what I am not and hav

Chapter 15