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Jules rant was nothing new. From the outside looking in, most would think that Jules and Sami had beef. It was actually the complete opposite. The respect the two had for one another and the high regard that they held each other in as men with Savior complexes meant that any fuck up seemed ten times worse than it actually was. More often than not, Sami was the one doing the actual fucking up of the two and he knew that that pissed J-Boi off more than anything else. It was an interesting friendship to say the least, if that indeed was what it was.

Glancing over to the nearby picnic table, Sami watched Kim slip into her own world as she often did. He still hadn’t quite figured that one out yet. A gentle breeze carried her words to the Cubano’s ears and he smiled. [color=olive]”I’ll miss it too mami, yet there’s a great blue yonder out there for us to explore”[/color] The thought of the beach, the truck and the bench, all misfit owned and branded lingered in his mind for a second. It was true. This would most likely be the last time they would ever share this air, they all would head off and reach their amazing potential. Sam didn’t have the same certainty for himself.

Emi spoke of her feelings and it hurt; mostly because she was right. Sami hadn’t really given any thought to the consequences for his friends if someone found out the RV was stolen. In the moment of the theft, Sami’s anger and rage towards his bastard of a father outweighed his love for his chosen familia and it wouldn’t be the first time. For most people, Havana Alejandro was the DILF car salesman with charm to spare. To the Misfits, he was a serial womaniser, abusive father and overall scum of the Earth. To Sam, he was the El Diablo.

[color=olive]”I’m sorry Em, I really didn’t think”[/color] As he finished taking, the blonde had hurried herself into the RV along with the most of the others. Placing his hands on his hips, Sami looked over to Val and sighed. [color=olive]”Vamos, hermana”[/color]

Sami entered their new home, walked to the front and sat in the driver's seat, taking it all in. Maybe this was a mistake?  They crew were risking a lot joining him on this self indulgent adventure. Maybe he should just cut his losses, throw them off and ride off into the sunset himself. He could go from town to town solving problems like a Latino Incredible Hulk! He could even write his own theme song! His dark eyes fell to his hands on the steering wheel, his knuckles were busted to match his face, actually they were a little worse. He had to control it, there was no choice in the matter. He had to protect them and he had to control it, he just had to.

The crash of Umbra through the door was a welcome one as it was enough to snap Sami from his daze.Reaching into the broken glove compartment that didn’t close, Sam pulled a semi cool Monster energy drink and cracked it open like a 90’a Stone Cold Steve Austin and took a great swig.

[color=olive]”La Bruja is here. Fantastic. I guess it’s time we get this piece of glorious shit moving baybay!”[/color] With Umbra’s arrival a grin crossed his face. Sami did not wait for anything in his life and this would be no different. He turned the ignition key, turned up Ace’s Asylum to eleven and put his foot on the old gas peddle. 

The Misfits adventure had begun.

On a nearby bench. Mr Goode watched from afar, holding an ice cream in one hand and his other in his Armani suit pocket.

[color=silver]”Run little rabbits, run”[/color][/center]