~as they shoot their guns,Vice, Weiss, and I go behind a trash can~
Gang Member 3: English speaking idiots, We were speaking Quechua!!! Quechua!!!
~Vice throws a lid to one of them~
Vice: Will you just shut up!
Gang Member 4: Quechua....not Spanish idiots
Vice: Yeah yeah yeah. Weiss!
Weiss: ~panicked~ yes
Vice: Find me some glass to throw at them
Vice: It blinds them don'tcha know
Fine ~I find a broken alcohol bottle and give it to Vice~
Vice: Great ~she runs to another trash can as well as throwing the bottle to one of the gangster's eyes
Gang Member 2: <Damn you cow!> ~he shoots blindly~
Damn where did they go to practice their marksmanship
Weiss: Lets just go!
~we run like hell to somewhere safe like a nearby antiques shop~
???: Oh its you Weiss
Weiss: Hey Luca. Its been what....damn it....2 weeks since I visited your shop
~Owner of Heirloom Antiques
Luca Silfer: Age 32; Gender: Male~
Luca: Yuna! Zielle! My god you two have grown into fabulous ladies
Vice: We just need a place to stay Luca, do you got room?
Luca: I have a spare guest room but the three of you will have to sleep together tonight to save up room