The sound of sirens woke Dee up. She quickly searches for her friends which she discovered were lying beside her. She shook the two, waking them up.

"Is it over?" Abel asked.

"Think so man". Richie said pointing at the two thieves still lying unconscious.

"Are they dead? Fuck, did we just kill them? I mean, I know it was self-defense but don't want to be a killer." Abel mumbled.

His face scared of the consequence.

"Relax, they're just unconscious". Richie said as he notices the two thieves shifting a little. "The Gator is such a fucked up drug. It can even make people unkillable." he continued.

"Now, that's cleared up". Dee said lifting the bag on the ground.

"Let's get out of here and bring this back." She emptied the bags content in the ground. She grabs the wines and left it inside.

"Abel you think you can flip this?" Richie asked pointing at the upside down van.

"Don't think so, I need your help, got no adrenaline". Abel said.

"Your power sucks." Richie kiddingly said.

"Yeah? Well, your glove exploded." Abel retaliate in which Richie snorted with a simple,

"Fuck you, Abel."

"Boys". Dee said pointing at the van reminding them about the current objective.

Although it took a while longer they manage to flip the van right side up. Dee then went to the passenger seat, Abel at the back and Richie on the driver seat. The three of them smiled at each other and relaxed.

"I think we can make it in time." Dee declared.

"I say we drive like crazy". Abel suggested smiling.

"Hold on tight guys". Richie said as he steps on the gas.

They arrived at the end concert fifteen minutes late. Mack looked at them suspiciously, with the three of them scratched, banged up and injured. They tried to explain themselves but in the end, Mack just ignored them thinking that it's just the usual escapades of the three. They handed over the content of the bag to Mack, who in turn brought it to the dressing room where the band is resting and celebrating, and handed the wines, cigarettes, and chips that they requested.

Mack gave his congratulations to the band and left. The band was happy and excited to finally have their rest after the show.

They eagerly open the bag of chips and light the cigarettes.

When the leader of the band was about to have a celebratory speech, he grabs one of the wines getting ready to open it when it suddenly exploded in his face, and the remaining four bottles followed suit. A loud noise can be heard outside the band's dressing room due to the commotion of the 5 wine bottles corks flying in the air, the wines popping one by one. The band's leader got injured.

Outside, Dee, Abel, and Richie were staring at their banged up van that is now being used by the concert goers as a stage for their after party riot at the arena's parking lot. Not knowing how to get the mush pit off their van, they ended up just staring at the chaos.

After their night they had mush pit doesn't seem so bad.

Suddenly, they heard the sound of the wine exploding from behind them—in the band's dressing room—and the commotion it caused.

The three sigh simultaneously.

"We are so fired". Abel said

"Fuck! Ya' think?" Richie replied in irritation.

"We need to get the van fixed." Dee intervenes.

"Yeah." both Richie and Abel agreed.

The three just stared at the riot while waiting to be called by Mack for their regular scolding session.

Behind them, they heard the familiar sound of Big Mack's scream.

"Fuck." the three of them said together.

-

Meanwhile, in the highway where the three left the thieves.

The Chief woke up. A police officer was looking over him.

"Hey, are you good, Sir? This doesn't look good." the cop asked the woken up thief.

"Yeah." replied the Chief. He stood up and walked with a limp because of the injuries. His body grew a little bigger and was deformed, a complication due to the overdose of Gator.

"Got to clean this up though. We don't want our connection with the gangs to be discovered." the Chief walked over to the pile of money and the black book that Dee left. The money now is half its amount because of the wind.

He looked over his shoulder towards the police officer. His sinister face twisted with rage.

"You know what to do, Deputy". said the man.

"Yes, Captain".

The Deputy took out his pistol and shot the unconscious thief on the ground.

Near the pile of money, was pieces of the gloves Richie threw or what's left of it.

The Chief or the captain looked at the remains of the gloves with anger. He then looked at the direction of the arena where the concert was being held.

"Now we clean the rest of the trash!" roared the Captain of the police district.