(Wes) I drove fast out of town. The streets weren’t to be trusted. Nobody in town could be trusted either. I had no idea what anyone thought of me and with Aton with a tube in his fucking throat, I had no defense for anything. For all I knew, his family was going to come after me, along with Rose’s. It seemed illogical that a punk fighter like me could attract so much heat. Then again, I wanted it, didn’t I? I wanted Luke… the assassin… My hands gripped the wheel tight. I felt a little better when I was out of town. I felt even better when I saw the cabin. I killed the lights on my car and crept up to the cabin slowly, my tires crunching over the pebbles that made up the driveway. I pulled around to the back of the cabin as far as I could to make sure my car was hidden but not too close to the lake that was there. I got out of the car and went to the trunk. I always kept a spare bag of clothes in case I had to run or get changed after a bad fight.
