"i'm max, this is ricca, and jethro...also known as twitch for obvious reasons..." "you know what, screw you. i'm going to go on without you. you don't give me any respect, you treat me like a slave! i'll meet you at the base up north!" he grabbed his gun of max and started walking off only to stop a moment later. "WHICH WAYS NORTH?!" ricca sighed and pointed in the oposite direction to where jethro had started walking "that way...and what do you mean slave? you do the least work out of the three of us." he stormed past the group mumbing incomprehencibly before disabearing into the car dealership completely ignoring the U.S marshal st he went inside. "i give him five minutes." "got him down for three..."