Mickey drove them to the diner. No one in a police uniform was there. Rex didn't like it. "I feel like this is a setup."

"Oh, you plonker, I know what I'm doing!" Mickey was losing patience.

"Alright, do your thing then."

Mickey sat at one table with a briefcase containing the papers. Across the diner, Rex and Lester sat together, and outside, Angus monitored the situation. Mickey was repeatedly coughing, and his clothes were drenched in sweat. They waited five minutes and nothing happened.

"I'm starting to get worried, Lester."

Lester smoked a cigarette slowly. "Believe me, I just want this to be over so I can go back to my poor wife, but we must have patience."

"You know what's new?"

"What is it?"

"I gotta piss."

Lester wiped the sweat off his brow. "Go."

"And take my time?" Rex smirked.

Lester chuckled.

Rex went to the bathroom, did his business, and quickly went to wash his hands. He exited the bathroom and saw a football game being played on the TV. He scoffed, "Look at that, he barely touched him and he went down crying like a little bitch. I would give him a yellow card for shit acting."

"Indeed, Rocket," Cornelius was next to him.

"Y-you?

"How have you been, Rex? You've been awfully quiet recently. Everything okay?"

Rex swallowed heavily. "You know me. How have you been, you and your snooker empire?"

Cornelius smiled. "I have some minor difficulties at the moment."

Rex began to sweat profusely. "Which are?"

"Oh, just some loose ends that need to be cut. Simple business, really. I see all your friends are here. Lester sitting over there, Angus doing his best to hide from sight, and..." Cornelius began to walk over to Mickey and smiled, "You... little weasel."

Police sirens were heard as three cars stopped right in front of the diner.

"OH GOD," Mickey screamed. He stood up, gasping for air, gripped the tablecloth, and collapsed to the ground. The onlookers were horrified. Cornelius chuckled and moved back. "Such a shame he died so harmlessly, but you three won't be so lucky, I swear it."

Rex knew this was the end. The police came in, but Angus showed up behind one officer, gave him a low blow, took his gun, and held him hostage. Lester used this opportunity to throw a chair at them. He sprinted like an Olympic medalist, grabbed the briefcase, and took Mickey's keys.

"Damn it, Turtle, why don't you move like that when you play snooker!?"

Lester grabbed him by the arm, and they went outside. "Wait, Lester, Mickey—"

"He's gone, Rex... I'm sorry."

The two of them got inside Mickey's car. Angus tossed the policeman to the ground and got in as well. Cornelius was seething at the sight of this. "You incompetent fools, get them! God, where is George when I need him?"

Rex was driving through red lights, nearly hitting several cars. Lester was urging him, "Rex, we're going to die if we continue like this!"

One police car was hot on their tail, and with the ongoing traffic, it was now just a few centimeters away from them. The police car started shooting. The back windshield shattered, nearly hitting Angus in the head.

Rex had an idea. He drove to the train tracks.

"Rex, you're not doing what I think you're doing," Lester said.

"Oh yes, I am."

Angus felt sick. "In the wise words of Danny Glover... I'm too old for this shit."

The police car continued to follow them. Rex steered to the right side, and from the corner, the train arrived, colliding with the police car. Lester and Angus were out of breath. The car ran out of fuel. Rex screamed and looked up at the sky, "God, why do you hate me!?"

"Look!" Lester pointed to an abandoned building.

The three of them took shelter inside.