One Wrong Move

Chapter Fifteen - In the club

Rhett and Link got a mobile home, the cops stopped having their eyes on them and Link's wound healed up. But the life in the mansion wasn't as great as they thought. Two 25 year olds in a mansion, all by themselves quickly got old. They started fighting over nothing, and one drunk Saturday, attacked each other with broken bottles. No one got hurt, but they realised they had to start working again. Just for the thrill and the fun of it. It had become and addiction. 

Link was driving their mobile home on the interstate, with Rhett by his side. They were once again on missions. But during the drunk night, something snapped in Links head. He wanted their missions to be violent, he wanted danger. His dark hair had been cut and hidden underneath his fedora, only peaking out at his bangs. Rhett sat next to him, having his hat pulled over his eyes, napping with a shotgun in his lap, firmly holding his hand around it. Rhett also wanted violence, but not nearly as much as his companion. To be fair you could say that Link had gone crazy and just pulled Rhett with him. Rhett didn't want to leave Link, and that resulted in a violent master duo with nothing but illegalities on their minds. 

" I found a really nice place to strike tonight. " Link said, waking Rhett up. 

" Oh really? Where? " Rhett yawned and sat back up. 

" It's this really nice place, lot's of teenagers. And I think we could get hold on some really nice stuff. " Link mumbled. 

" Like what? "

" Money, expensive alcohol, all sorts of things. And we can sell it, get some real cash. " 

" Sure, wake me when we get there. " Rhett said, turned over and fell asleep again. 

Link smirked. He wanted more than just stealing, he want to create a scene. He wanted to scare people, although he'd never hurt anyone...