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Leo had been waiting for at least fifteen minutes.

He had checked his car's radio clock at least a hundred times in those fifteen minutes, and every time he did he grew more and more anxious.

It was 9:45 PM.

And still no package.

Leo tapped his fingers on his steering wheel as he looked at the picturesque view of San Francisco from across the Golden Gate Bridge at night. The city was aglow with light, and Leo could see the various luminous trails of the head and taillights of cars as they traversed across the brightly lit landscape.

Since Lincoln Tunnel started on a hill and went downward toward the city, he had parked where the tunnel ended, since it was a relatively empty area. It was full of brush and shrubbery, and instead of sidewalk there was only dirt on the side of the road. He had parked just off the road, but still in clear sight of the tunnel.

Leo groaned inwardly. He should've gone with his better instinct and not taken this job. It was only now, after he'd slowed down and thought about for a little bit, that he realized he did because of his fight with Reyna-or more accurately, because he wanted to spite Reyna. He knew how much she cherished her rules on curfew and camp conduct, and he had already imagined himself walking in way past curfew with a smug look on his face and two million dollars in tow.

Then again, it was a pretty sweet amount of cash to drive a package across town. Problem was, Leo had no idea who he'd have to protect the package from: cops, thugs, drivers like him, monsters….who knows? And now here he was, possibly waiting for someone to blow his brains out. No way Leo though as he started to start his engine, I am not going out like this.

Then he heard the knock on the side of the car.

Leo nearly gasped because of his nerves, but then he quickly composed himself and popped the trunk from the button on his driver's side door. The ding ding trunk alarm on the car only worsened his nerves. He heard and then felt sound of the package being dropped into the trunk. Then he heard the trunk slam shut. As whoever deposited the package walked away, the knocked on the car again.

The whole time, Leo had kept his hands on the wheel and his eyes staring out of his windshield. From his peripheral vision, he could make out the shapes of what looked like two men walking on either side of the car. He sighed, and buckled up.

Leo had just received the package.

Showtime Valdez, he thought as started up the engine. Then he started up his stop watch that hung on his rearview mirror. The Mustang quietly roared to life, and his radio came on, spewing some new ripoff trash pop song. Leo swiftly turned the volume down and played with navigation system, finding the "PC" setting he had built in it. It was something he had built awhile back when he started to think Mitch might set him up; his navi-touchscreen would show him any patrol or undercover police cars that are in two-mile radius. He used a very modern and technologically advance version of sonar for that. He had tried to go for a twenty or even a ten mile radius when he built it, but he found his navigation would crash if it did go over two miles of detection. The second useful feature of the setting was that he got police radio on his real radio. This allowed for Leo to hear what was going on between the dispatchers, beat cops, cruisers, and undercovers. He had built it into his navi system so he would only have to change the radio if he ever got pulled over, instead of trying to hide a huge second police receiver.

Leo slowly pulled out from his parking space and started back across the Golden Gate Bridge. There was some light traffic across the bridge this time of night: there always was. Regardless, Leo deftly maneuvered through the traffic with ease, and most importantly, without pissing anyone off. He was mindful of the time limit, but he also knew he needed to drive normal and keep a low profile. And every once in a while, Leo glanced in his rearview to see if any cars were following him.

As soon as he hit the streets of Frisco, he turned up his police radio. Leo maneuvered through the streets slowly and smoothly, knowing that he had at least forty minutes of driving before he reached the bay. He popped a toothpick in his mouth and listened to SFPD's finest communicate through their staticky radios as they went on their night beats.

747, I got some crazy naked guy here and I need another patrol car.

Roger that officer this is Dispatch. Sit tight and a patrol should be right out to meet you.

Car 1217 are you anywhere near 3647 Evergrove?

Yes I am ma'm, over

There's reports of loud yelling and fighting in that residence. Possible domestic dispute, over.

Copy that dispatch, on my way.

And so on. Leo kept his ears ready for any mention of a black Mustang involved in anything, and thankfully there wasn't any mention of his car or his Theo Ramirez alter ego.

Leo smiled and turned the radio back down to background noise. At least I can rule out cops, he thought. If it were the cops, they would've been all over his ass already.

San Fransisco Police Department doesn't play.

After ten more minutes of listening to the radio, he got tired of hearing drone of dispatcher and switched to an old free radio station which he'd come to adore in the last few days. He did keep his police car tracker up on his navigation screen as a precaution, however.

As he listened to Aerosmith sing "Dream On" while Eminem rapped to their killer guitars, Leo smiled again. He looked at his rearview, and was very satisfied that no of the cars from the last street had followed him. It was almost too easy.

Then his police tracker bipped.

Leo swore and looked around. He was stopped at a red light at a busy intersection. It was only 10:20 and there was already a cop on him. Or at least he thought it was. Leo looked at the screen as saw that the patrol car wasn't actually on him: it was across the street. He could see the iconic blue and red lights just up ahead of where he was waiting. Leo cruised through the green light with the rest of cars waiting at the intersection and then he casually looked at the cop car.

Leo let out a small sigh of relief when he saw that it was just a routine traffic stop. Well not exactly routine; the cop had pulled over a white Lamborghini, one of the most fastest and expensive cars in the world. Leo recognized the smooth contours of its body instantly. It truly was a beautiful machine; sleek, elegant, and very problem was what its owner or driver had done to it. The windows, both the front and back, were so tinted they were almost black: and the rims were ridiculously shiny and unnecessarily large. Leo shook his head a drove on. Who gets a car like that and then ruins it by making it so flashy? That guy was begging for a ticket, Leo thought as he turned up his radio a little more.

Then he heard the bump from the back of the car.

Leo closed his eyes and sighed. He turned up the radio again and prayed to every god imaginable that that wasn't human.

Thunk.

Leo cringed.

Thunk! Thunk!

Leo cringed again and turned up his radio. He mentally played back his conversation with Skyler as he drove.

"I protect the cargo as long as it's worth the trouble of protecting. What's the cargo?"

"Let's just say it's confidential."

Leo's hands slowly started to flare up as he remembered the conditions of this job-both his and Skyler's.

"First and foremost never open the package. Never get caught by the police or the men who will try to stop from delivering the package. And never break the rules. Because if you do, I will kill you."

Leo's hands gripped the wheel harder as he heard another thud come from his trunk.

"Here's my conditions. I don't ever get my hands dirty. I don't ever see the package. Your boys load it up and I don't look in my rearview. I just drive from point A to point B. I don't do guns, and I don't kill unless I absolutely have to. That rule stands all the time, three mil or not."

Leo heard another thud and then:

"Oooooh…"

A groan. Skyler had broken his number one rule. Leo pulled into the side streets and pulled over by an abandoned factory. The rest of the buildings of the street were in a various states of disrepair, and although some of the more industrial factories and small shops still looked as if they were still working businesses, they weren't open.

Not at this time of night.

Leo sat in his driver's seat, gazing out at the empty black street with gray and red faded buildings, dimly lit by its old streetlights.

"Oww…"

Leo sighed and unbuckled his seat belt, opening his driver door. In one swift motion he stepped out and pulled out a hammer from his tool belt. Leo looked up and down the street again to make sure it was deserted. Then he slowly walked toward the back of the trunk, once again remembering his conditions.

"I don't drive any hostages."

Leo popped the trunk with his car keys.

No humans and no drugs.

"And lastly, don't f*** with me. Don't set me up, don't change the rules".

Leo slowly raised the fiery hammer that he was holding over his head as his other gloved hand gripped the trunk lid.

"Because if you do…"

He opened the trunk and tried not to gasp as he looked at the gagged girl in it.

"I will find you…"

Leo's brown eyes stared into the eyes of the raven haired teenager. She had a fiercely beautiful face.

Leo Valdez almost dropped his hammer when he realized who the girl was. Instead it fell to his side and simply stared at the love of his life in disbelief. Then his disbelief was slowly replaced with anger. He flared up slightly and then he reached for her.

"…and I will kill you."

And all the while, Reyna, praetor of the twelfth legion of New Rome, stared up at Leo in shock.

Skyler had just broken his number one rule.

He had kidnapped Reyna.

The game had just changed.

Sorry if the writing wasn't as good guys, I can't say this was my best chapter.

-AHR23