The hot sun beamed down harshly, the outside of the moving car a boiling hot. Warren, one hand on the wheel and the other fanning her face, glanced in the rear view mirror to check on everybody else, "Ya'll good?" 10K is passed out to try and get over the heat, Doc is fanning both him and himself, Addy raises her head, panting- "Couldn't be better.." she sarcastically mutters, as Murphy adjusts his boots on the dashboard. Suddenly, the car sputters and stops.. "Shit, out of gas.." Warren grumbles, stepping out of the car with everybody else after Doc shakes 10K awake. "Where the hell even are we? There's bot gonna be a gas station smack dab where our car gassed out.." Addy pants, kicking a rock.. Suddenly, a black limo speeds and slows down to a stop next to them, and rolling down the window is... Sketchy and Skeezy! "Need some help?" Sketchy gives a grin— trying to be charming but seeming like a sleezeball. "Or ammunition!" Skeezy adds with a energetic teethy smile... After a while, Doc and 10K are talking with the two conmen, while Warren, Murphy and Addy are trying to find out how far they were. "I'll give you this ibuprofen for some ammo?" Doc muses, while Skeezy raises a brow, "Dunno, those give me headaches..." Sketchy smacks him with a hand on his head, making him let out an 'ow!', "Thats what the ibuprofen's for, dummy..." "You think they have gas?" Addy whispers to Warren and Murphy in their huddle, "They'd probably keep it all for themselves.." Murphy muses pessimistically.