The Demetrian Value | A Cars Story

Chapter 25: Most Wanted

Meanwhile, somewhere else in Florida...

Two familiar lemons sat in their bays at a local service station. They seemed glum, depressed even.

"I don't know where he could be. I just don't have a clue." Damian sighed.

"We don't have a clue, Damian." Sven echoed.

Sven and Damian were charged with hunting Dash down after he made his escape from their clutches. Devon and his henchmen had some sweet surprises at the ready for them if they were to fail the mission.

"Damnit, we're gonna get fired for this." Damian shook his hood.

"Or worse; killed." Sven acknowledged.

"We can't go back there. I don't want to die." Damian plead.

"We'd have to, otherwise they'll find us and kill us anyway," Sven admitted.

"No, I don't want to! I want to run away." Damian plead.

"We can't. We just have to keep our hoods up." Sven advised.

"Easy for you to say; you're strong-willed," Damian said.

"Stay strong, Damian. We'll find him, I promise." Sven requested.

"Do you promise?" Damian asked.

"I promise." Sven echoed.

"Okay... fine." Damian sniffed.

It was at that moment that the two lemons were joined by a waiter.

"Welcome to the I-275 café and hotel, how can I help you two?" a waiter asked.

"Oh, just give us a minute please." Sven requested.

"What's the matter, fellas?" the waiter asked.

"We're fine, we're just tired travelers is all," Sven said.

"Awaiting imminent death," Damian added.

"What's that?" the waiter asked.

"Oh, don't mind my partner and me. We're very delirious." Sven said.

"...and scared," Damian added.

"Damian, c'mon. Stop being a downer." Sven whispered.

"Or else, what? We're gonna die anyway!" Damian exclaimed.

"Hey fellas, I can tell you're having a rough time. What can I get you two? It's on the house." the waiter offered.

"Wait, are you being serious?" Sven asked.

"Yeah, we'll serve it up for 'ya." the waiter echoed.

"Well, how kind of you! We'll take two quarts, please." Sven asked.

"Coming right up!" the waiter said.

"Say, we didn't catch your name," Damian said.

"Ohhh, it's Thunderbolt... Jack Thunderbolt." the waiter responded.

"Jack Thunderbolt? Well, someone has been blessed with a good name." Damian chuckled.

"You could almost be a race car with that name!" Sven thought.

"What? No way." Jack chuckled.

"Yes, way!" Damian and Sven exclaimed.

"Well, uhh... you still want those quarts?" Jack asked.

"Of course!" Damian barked.

"Thanks." Sven thanked.

"No problem," Jack responded.