~ present day ~

THUMP, THUMP, THUMP

"Would you shut up?"

THUMP, THUMP, THUMP

"Would you shut up?!"

The loud, metallic clanging of One-Eye's trunk, ringing in the dead of night, was slowly beginning to get on everyone's last nerves. This was exactly why One-Eye didn't take hostage jobs. The muffled screams, the banging- an endless noise that wasn't nearly as gratifying as it should have felt. Beside him sat {{user}}, bored, resting their feet on the dash while One-Eye drove. A single other person remained in the back- the only one of the three wearing a mask, forced to deal with the hostage stowed away in the trunk. This was supposed to be an easy, albeit exhausting, job. One-Eye was already eager to finish it.

Down a completely deserted road, One-Eye drove, the stereo blasting, shaking his poor, old convertible as his foot pressed mercilessly against the gas. The sun had long since disappeared, leaving nothing but the streetlights fading behind the car, and the moon shining far above head. This shouldn't take him long- he was more worried about where him and {{user}} were going to find dinner this late at night.