Paul MeXico drove the Grand through the tarmac roar for about 15 minutes, until he turned into the huge desert. The Jeep roared with the transmission up shift to catch some speed, he put the music louder while lighting a Marlboro, the sound of music filled the atmosphere around:
- So I just came from the desert and you are taking me back?
- Shut the fuck up you ungrateful ass, do you think your little stunt with the ship went unnoticed?
- So what, you got a time portal from the desert into Calexico?
- I like you man, you are so full of shit, it's fuckin' unreal...
- Have you got anything I can drink?
- In the back seat there is some whiskey, European whiskey, not this shit bourbon...
- Cutty Sark, how nice...
As he smokes a Camel he takes the whisky to his mouth when the Grand's front wheels come of the ground, followed by the back ones, and then a steep downhill precipitates in front of them as they fall down the dune...
- Fuck, now I might as well absorb the whiskey through my skin...
- Don't get drunk just yet, we have to get this baby out of the sand. The shovels are in the trunk.
For several hours they took sand from around the Grand, and when he was getting back to the front of the car to reach for the whiskey, marked with a knife on the door, under the huge amount of dust and dried mud was: "Every time I smile a fairy dies".
- So, what's up with the engraving on the door?
- I didn't give you a ride for you to ask me questions. And besides, I don't even know your god damn name, so shut the fuck up and dig...
- OK man, it must be a long story...
After they finished digging, they continued their way, when Paul finally let's him know the plan ahead.
- So, I'm guessing you want revenge for what they have done to you, or you simply want to, or have to disappear. And, I won’t go on paying your meals. So, bottom line you need money. I also need money. So what would you do to get easy money?
- Working is out of the question, I've got no time, I have to get to Miami. I don't know, shall we hit a convenience store?
- Fuck man, you have been up there for a long time.
- There is a bank on the Northeast side of Calexico. I've got it all figured out, and there is an escape trail into the desert...
- Fuck, you've got a fixation for the desert. And why do you want to hit a bank, you look like the all American guy. Big petrol car, booze in the trunk...
- Hey, questions, I think we have discussed this. All you need to know is, my life could have been bright but at one stage I took the wrong turn, and from there... well everything went south. I want the money to fucking disappear...
- OK then, the bank it is, but were to now?
- Now we go to my house and plan this heist...
Paul stepped on it once again, and again he raised the volume of the music:
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