[Elektra]

Splatter smiled.  "Thanks, man.  Hey, you'd better gas it and get outta here, before someone sees the car." he said.  Splatter was beginning to wonder about Jack, but he decided not to ask.  "Hey, so where we headin' again?" he asked Cody.

[Remedy]

Cody nodded and stamped his foot on the peddle.  The car screeched and sped down the narrow street.  He turned a couner and began weaving his way through the tangled and unorganized alleys of the Slums.  "Not too far from here.  However, the place we're headed is, if at all possible, much worse than you've experienced back there." Cody said.  He heard a loud noise, and looked back to see a bullet hole in the rear windshield.  "Jack, get your head down.  It's only some neighborhood gangs trying to show the newcomers who's boss.  Nuthin' to worry about." he said.
(5.0)
Jack grinned.  Now was his chance to shine!  He climbed over the back seat into the trunk and pulled a black handgun seemingly out of no where.  He shot a few rounds out the back window and ducked to avoid a few bullets.  He could hear some people yelling, but the sound got softer as they turned down an alley and knocked a few trash cans over as they sped through.  Thinking he had been successful, Jack relaxed and leaned against the wall of the car.  Then, though, striking pain shot down his arm.  He turned his head to try to see his shoulder, and he realized he was bleeding.  "Dammit..." He muttered, taking his socks off and tying them togather around the wound.  
(5.3)

[Elektra]

"Huh?" Glancing back, Splatter noticed Jack's cause of distress.  Apparently the gunners managed to get on good shot in, even with Cody's fancy driving.  Unwrapping some of the black belts he had on is arm, he climbed back where Jack was sitting.  Ignoring his protests, he took off the socks and layered them in a different way, then strapped the belt around to secure them.  "That should help with the bleeding.  But I dunno for how long, so try not to get to much blood in the car.  Don't need the police finding out who was in it, now do we?"  Chuckling, he inspected the back windows.  There was some damage done, but they could easily patch it up.  Maybe even sell it.  Just had to find the right drunkard with some cash and the car was gone and they had money.  "So what not speed racer?"

[Remedy]

Cody nodded.  "Yeah, to have the cops on our trail wouldn't do us much good.  No matter what, though, our prints will be in the car.  This is the Slums, though, so whoever owns a car this nice would probably be a mafia boss or something, probably someone who couldn't afford to file a report with the police.  Unless they start chasing us I think we'll be fine.  Anyway, to answer your question, Splatter, I recall seeing a couple of those snail things over a few blocks down.  There was a dead one, anyway, and a few kids were poking at it.  That should be a start."  He said.  It was funny how quickly he changed from a quiet kid not looking for trouble to really bad ass.
(5.1)



Jack nodded.  "I've dealt with some pretty bad people before, and I think we'll be fine.  It's funny how we're doing all this for a snail, but then again they are worth quite a bit."  He said, trying to ignore the pain shooting through him every time he moved a little.
(5.4)