Mark laughed. "Freedom! Freedom!"

Cassidy slowly got out of the truck and looked around confused.

The man stood there watching them as well.

Mark sat up and looked at the man. "Thank you. Thank you so much. You really saved us back there."

The man nodded. "My pleasure, my pleasure," He replied before pulling a gun and aiming at Mark making Cassidy step back, eyes wide. "Now how about you hand over that box, friendo?"

Mark frowned "Whoa, whoa, whoa. What's the big idea, Wubba?"

"First of all, the name's not Wubba, pal." He pulled another gun out. He pulled his mask up. "It's Wade."

Mark gasped and grabbed onto Cassidy. "You son of a-! How could you betray us?"

"Easily! I've been pretending to be your friend this whole time! I'm a federal marshal."

Cassidy stood stiffly, unsure of what was going on but knew they were in danger.

"You've been undercover this whole time?!" Mark yelled.

He nodded, still aiming his weapons at them. "That's right. I've just been waiting. Waiting for the right moment to put you back in jail for the rest of your life."

Cassidy looked confused now. "But... You just... broke us out?" She questioned.

"Yeah! We were just in jail for life!" Mark retorted, suddenly pulling a gun from his pants.

He laughed. "Brilliant isn't it? It's all part of my master plan!"

Cassidy backed away from Mark, in surprise when he pulled the gun out as she didn't have one. Where'd he even get that???

Mark pulled out another, much bigger gun out of seemingly nowhere. "Oh, you smart son of a b-"

"I know, now how about you do me a favor and drop those guns?" He pointed at Cassidy who had stepped away a little, making her freeze.

"No way, Jose. Not happening." Mark stepped closer to Cassidy. "Not on your life, not on her life, and not on my life."

"Just put down the guns and everyone goes back to jail happily." He backtracked. "Well, except for me. I go home."

"Shouldn't you go to jail for assisting us?" Cassidy awkwardly piped up.

Mark shrugged in agreement at this.

"They don't know that!" He argued.

"Not unless we tell them! And for your information this isn't exactly a gun, it's a rocket launcher."

Cassidy looked at him. "Where'd you even get that?"

"Now's not the time for questions."

"He's right. It's time for you to surrender. Now." He clicked the gun at them.

"You think you're so clever..." Mark sneered.

He nodded. "I do." He agreed, still aiming.

Mark looked over at Cassidy, his arm shaking a bit. "But we have an ace up our sleeves! Open the box!"

Cassidy quickly pulled the top off the box and revealed a gem and pink lightning shot out of it.

Wade gasped and shot at Cassidy. "NO!"

She cried out but watched as time started to reverse around her. She looked around frantically before squeezing her eyes shut, clutching the box close.

A hand reached out and covered the top of the box. "That's enough out of you!" A voice called out.

She started and jerked back, her back hitting the back of a chair and stared up at the person in front of her.

The person, a man who looked oddly familiar, frowned at her. "But you, you're late."

"I... what? Late?" She asked, confused.

"Yes, late.... And the only thing I hate more than people showing up late for their interview is people showing up early. And you're on the verge of doing both."

She looked even more confused. "But... Wouldn't that mean I'm... On time?"

He clearly wasn't listening to her. "But I'm a forgiving person, so let's just get on with the interview."

"Interview?"

"Yes interview! Start the music!" He pointed his finger and music began to play.

She looked around super confused as the music played and watched him cautiously.

He sighed as the music drew to a close. "Oh, uh, good evening, ladies and gentlemen. My name is Wilfred Warfstache. And, oh, we have a spicy episode of "Morestache Tonight!"

She looked around a little, clutching the box.

"Our special guest, the one, the only, the hero of the hour!" Wilfred exclaimed. "What's your name again?"

"Uh, C-Cassidy."

He waved his hand in the air. "Ah whatever, it doesn't matter. I'll forget anyway. Let's get to know each other. Some low-ball questions, some anecdotes, some funny stories."

"Um... alright?"

Wilfred began to talk extremely fast. "Why did you rob that museum, and what did you steal, exactly? Tell me in great detail. Oh, and list all of your accomplices, and rank them in order of most handsome to most beautiful. Did they coerce you? Did you coerce them? Did you die? Did you fall in love?"

Cassidy jerked back in shock and stared at him. "I-Uh, wait- I-" She stammered.

"Don't tell me with words. Tell me with words. Oh, yes, write down all your most illicit thoughts, and read them slow, so I can savor the feeling." He took out a notebook and held it out.

Cassidy slowly took the notebook he shoved into her hands and stared at it, confused. "O-On the notebook??"

"Yes, yes! And if you need to take more time to think of your answer,

just pause time. I think your magic box is useful for something like that."

"I-What do you mean, pa-" She stopped as he suddenly froze in place and her eyes widened. "Wh-what?" She looked around confused before looking at the box in her lap, furrowing her brow. She hesitated before discarding the notebook, choosing not to give this guy any info.

He snapped back to motion and resumed speaking. "But while you're getting the answers, I'll get you set up with our frequent interview program. Every 10th interview, you get a free ice cream!"

"I... Interesting..."

Wilfred smiled and reached behind his back, pulling a gun out and shooting it at a piece of paper and just past Cassidy's head. It took him two tries to hit the paper. "Still working some kinks out. Maybe next time we'll--"

Her eyes widened and flinched at the shots. "U-Uh..." She stammered but flinched again as something flew near her. "Wh-What?"

There was a buzzing sound.

"Mosquito, in here? At this time of year?" Wilfred asked, aiming right by Cassidy's head and firing at the small insect. "Did you bring it in from that cave?"

Cassidy winced at the noise, eyes wide and confused. "C-cave? What cave?"

Suddenly he stared intently at her and held a hand out. "Don't move... It's on your face..." He clicked his gun and pointed it right at her. "Just don't move a muscle..."

Cassie's eyes widened further and she reacted completely on instinct to reach out, forcing his arm to the side, away from her in case he shot, and quickly disarmed him and aimed the gun at him, panting heavily.

"H-hey! I was just trying to help!" He defensively put his hands up.

"By aiming a gun at my head?!" She hissed.

"It's all I could do!"

"You could have let me handle it! I could have killed it or swatted it away!"

He rolled his eyes. "Whatever..."

She glared at him. "Who in their right minds would shoot a mosquito on someone's face?!" She growled.

"Who doesn't?!"

"Uh, EVERYONE?!" She replied, dumbfounded.

"I don't know what kinda world you're living in then."

"Clearly not this one!" She hissed.

"Well, you're lucky you scared that bug away by doing that!"

"Movement typically scares bugs like that, that's normal."

"Okay, Ms. Smarty Pants... Now where was I?" He reached over to grab the gun from Cassidy.

She slapped him with her free hand. "Uh, No!"

"Give it back!"

"No! I don't trust you!"

"Come on!"

"Why?!"

"Just give it!" He lunged for the gun.

She ducked out of the way and put some distance between them.

"Whatever... Just, we need to get back to this interview."

Cassidy started to reply when the door swung open behind her. "What's going on in here?!" Someone demanded, making Cassidy look over

Wilfred bolted up. "U-oh!"

She spotted the gun Cassie was holding and glared at him. "Were you threatening our guest?!"

"Oh, what makes you say that?"

"Uh, your gun that she's holding now?" She replied.

Cassidy nodded. "He was going to shoot a mosquito on my face!"

She looked at Wilford. "Really?!"

"Ah, um, I-"

"MY OFFICE!" She snapped.

"Uh, I have more excuses!" He fumbled.

"I don't want to hear it! Go! Now!"

" Um, okay, all right.... I will, uh-- I'll be right back." He turned to Cassidy.

"Sure..." She muttered.

"Go!"

He looked at her. "But if you need me, just ring this bell and I will be notified of your need-"

"Okay...." Cassie replied cautiously.

"Get to my office or so help me!"

"Coming! Coming!" Wilfred stood up and walked away. "A-am I fired?"

"We'll see."

Wilfred was swiftly dragged away by the woman.

Cassidy watched awkwardly before setting the gun down and clutching the box in her arms. She stared at the bell, hesitant before lightly ringing it but blacked out mere moments later.