H2OVanoss

Blue honda

Vanoss P.O.V

Panting, I turned a right. Leaving a man in a blue hoodie behind with the same color eyes.

The blown out tire left the truck bouncing. There's no doubt that Lui shot a tracker- he wouldn't have missed the opportunity but If they were smart, they know that I'm already suspicious.

I give my thanks to them; without them, I wouldn't have made it out there alive. I need to be more careful, cautious. I can't afford another situation like this one.

I been kidnapped, trapped and weak and someone had to come to my rescue even if they didn't mean to.

I don't like this me- the one dealing with "groups". We all have the same mission- destroy Night Crew yet different reasons to do so.

It's all selfish- they killed my brother yet I'm killing Night Crew Soldiers or anyone who were played into their hands that were siblings to others. I wouldn't be surprised, if someone, other than BBS, the "other" gang and Night Crew, were after me at this very moment.

I watched as I passed any stoplights and continue to go forward. I made plans to heading for the warehouse after doing a quick errand. I couldn't go back to my warehouse, my apartment or to look for clues in his house- Not with this tracker.

After driving just straight for what it seems like hours, I parked next to a gas station to end my paranoia of the tracker. I looked around inside the truck, coming across 5 dollars in the cup holders.

I walked inside the station, smiling at the cashier who peeked out from his newspaper and eyed me from head to toe. I walked to the furthest aisle, grabbing whatever my hand can reach and putting it into my pocket. I grabbed a bag of chips and two drinks along whatever was in my pocket before walking up to the cashier.

I only placed the bag of chips and drinks, that couldn't fit in my pocket, onto the countertop. The cashier stood up, placing the newspaper down in front of me. I see the news about the hotel and the report of the missing tapes. The cashier brought my attention back to him.

"3.68" I pulled out the 5 dollar bill and gave it to him. He pulled at the sides and lifted it up to the light before handing me my cash and the black plastic bag.

Are you checking if it's real or not? Dude, it's real. Do people really hand out fake money? Have this happened before that made you check mine? Are you judging me by how I look? Cause the next blood on my clothes would be yours. I am not that type of person!

"Thanks" I walked out and stuck my hand into my pocket. I pulled out a free- stolen- candy bar.

I jogged past the truck sitting in front of the station and continued for a good mile or so before breaking into a blue Honda.

I drove to the warehouse in the car that I "borrowed". Instead of just going straight, I made a few turns before reaching my destination.

I shut the car door hearing more glass being shattered from the amount of force I applied. I walked the distance from the car to the door before entering the pin. I looked over the "room" when I entered, nothing new and everything was exactly how I remember.

I really should have put in a bed.

There was a "planning" board with pictures of people I have killed, pinned to it, with a red mark drawn across their face. I looked down at a picture noticing the missing red streak upon Rich Bowman's face.

I huffed a laugh as I grabbed the red marker from its holder before slashing Rich's picture with it. I placed the bag with chips and drinks on the table before grabbing all the candy in my pocket before placing it inside.

It was a small warehouse. Nothing big like BBS.

Although, I am one person.

I gripped the marker in my hand as that sentence repeated itself in my hand. It didn't seem to give me much comfort as it has other times.

I had a mini rack on the other side of the room with extra clothes I kept during my sleepless nights here yet no fucking bed. I looked down, the clothes I had just gotten to wear tonight were dirty and bloody. The shower I took seemed pointless at this moment. However, I would have looked twice as bad without it.

It was a shame that I don't have my red leather jacket. Vanoss could have probably gone and grabbed it but the thought of going back there made my heart race. The thought of seeing Delirious or even saying his name made my stomach want to throw up anything.

Speaking of stomach, I heard it growl. I chuckled then sighed in disappointed as I realized the next meals I would be eating is candy. I reached in the bag and pulled out a starburst package. After ripping it open, I separated the colors into their own groups and grabbed one from the pink group to eat.

This is what we have to settle for as I tossed it into my mouth. I'm not completely bum out about it- I had worse when I was a child but I can't help think about the breakfast plates I had ate with Delirious. It was amazingly tasty.

Could really have a glass of liquor right now. Now that my mind has been brought it liquor, it was brought to the bar then to Ana who had betrayed me and left me with only a warning.

Did she know who I was? Was she never Derek's friend? But why the warning?

It was oblivious, a change of heart. I still have questions that need to be answered. There so many piled up because I allied with people who didn't give me any information and held me against my will, of course. I'm done with that. I demand answers.

Vanoss was never like this yet he was the one who caused this. To getting trapped and working with them. Now I'm left alone without the damn folder that got me into this mess.

This is what I mean about Team and Family. It's all so stupid due my own selfish reasons. I don't blame them for being in a group but I feel pity for them, I wouldn't cast the pain of losing a love one on anyone. But ignorance is bliss.

I don't know what to do. Something inside me doesn't want to walk out that door yet decay slowly but I didn't go through all this for nothing just to simply die.

Should I wait until everything calms down? No doubt, news reporters and cops will be at the bar first thing.

There's nothing to do here, I have no leads except for Ana. But I don't know where to find her nor Ashley.

I walked out of the warehouse, looking at the blue Honda in the distance. I sighed as I made up my mind.

I'm sleeping in the car.

I opened the truck, hoping to find something to cover the broken window. I only found a thin blanket and used it to cover the window instead of myself. I slept in worse conditions before, this is nothing.

I entered the back of the car and laid in the backseats when I had noticed a bag. A familiar bag... I panic once I realized I seen it before, hoping it wasn't a trick with another tracker from BBS.

I grabbed it and quickly unzipped. There was a wallet, another small bag, receipts everywhere, a small notepad and a pen. I pulled out a wallet and opened it. I pulled out the ID due to the "clear" cover that was dirty which made it impossible to read.

My heart hammered once I realized who it was and who exactly did the car belong to.

Name: Ashely Quinn
Eye Color: Brown
Hair Color: Brown
Gender: Female

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