General Lee's Revenge--Knightmares

Chapter Six: Tag, You're It

(Y'all gotta watch me now 'cause I keep forgetting to post my chapters when I type them.)

Chris and Abel stepped into the Dukes' kitchen a little past midnight, greeted by an old man, a younger man, and two women. All four of them immediately stood up upon seeing them enter, hugging them and asking them questions. Although taken aback, Chris and Abel played it off, staying in character and telling their fake story about fighting off imposters and escaping through the dark woods.

Per the agreement, Chris had to let Abel do the talking, though the blonde was significantly smarter, it was imperative that they kept the roles completely straight, for fear of being caught in the lie. See, the trick was to not just look like Bo and Luke but to also act and talk like them, so there wouldn't be the slightest bit of suspicion that they weren't who they claimed to be. It was minor details, but it would work in the long run, especially if they could get their family to swear up and down that it'd been the Duke boys they'd seen robbing the bank.

After a brief story and a few 'Good to see you're alright's, their case was dismissed and they were sent to get some rest. As the two of them stood in the Duke boys' bedroom, Chris could read the mixed mess of emotions on Abel's face as he sat down on one of the beds.

With a sigh, he sat down on the other one to face him and asked, "What's wrong?"

Abel shrugged. "This don't feel right, I don't think we should go through with this."

"Are you sayin' you wanna back out? Now? After how far we've come?" Chris asked cynically.

Abel shrugged again. "I just feel like we shouldn't be doin' this. I mean, look around, these people ain't got much. Besides, what have these boys ever done to us?"

Chris rolled his eyes and sighed. "Good Lord, this ain't about us! We were hired to do a job, correct?"

Abel nodded.

"So we're gonna do a job. We get the money for ourselves, and Cindy gets the Duke boys in jail, does that make sense?"

Abel nodded again, this time a bit more understandably at the mention of money.

"Good, now we understand each other." Chris leaned back, swinging his legs up on the bed and laying down, folding his arms behind his head. "We hit the bank tomorrow at noon, then we ride that orange clunker outta town."

Abel nodded again, leaning forward to turn off the lamp on the bedside table.

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Thunder entered the barn, stifling a yawn and dimming his headlights so as not to wake General. As he rolled forward, backing into his space opposite of Christine and General's, his back bumper hit something, startling him, his horn making a soft yelp. He jumped forward, quickly turning to see what it was. However, upon seeing the pair of headlights groggily opening and the baby-blue frame, his demeanor changed from clear skies to a thundercloud.

"Grant!" Thunder growled, half-startled and half-furious.

Grant yawned and shook himself. "Oh, what time is it?"

Thunder revved his engine, grabbing him with his arm and dragging him out of the barn. He threw him into the ground outside, closing the claw of his arm and charging up.

"Why the hell are you here? Start talkin' before I grind you to a pulp!" Thunder rumbled.

Grant shook himself again, now fully awake and sporting scratches on his hood from Thunder's claw.

Thunder revved his engine again, the arcs of electricity between his cab lights growing even bigger. "You heard me, talk!"

Grant sighed. "Alright, I'll put it simple. I came back because I needed to talk to General. He told me I could sleep with you guys in the barn until we got things sorted out."