Speeding down the highway at breakneck speed with rock music playing as loud as you could possibly get it is not good for the nerves. Rebel learned this fast. Very fast. As fast as Gale was driving infact. Gale was having the time of his life, singing to whatever song he had blaring and testing the limits of how fast the car could really go. Rebel was having a mini panic attack.
"SLOW DOWN, GALE! YOU'RE GONNA GET US KILLED!!!"
Gale lifted his foot off the gas a bit, turning the music down. "What's wrong, Rebel?" He saw him freaking out and turned the music down almost all the way, pulling up to a gas station. "Relax, little man. We gotta think this through. We can't just go in, guns blazin... Go in and make sure no one's here."
Rebel slowly got out of the car and went inside, walking around a minute to make sure there was no one but the clerk.
"Oi, kid. Can I help you?"
"O-oh yeah. I gotta get some money from my friend in the car." He darted outside. "No one but the clerk."
"Good." Gale got out and pulled his gun from his pocket. "Ready, lil man?"
"As ready as I could ever be..."
"Chin up, lil man. Here." He handed him a bandana. "Tie it over your mouth. Makes ya a bit harder to describe." They both tied one over their mouths and went inside and up to the counter.
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