Chansen ponders if that man in the gift shop matches the description of the guy they were looking for. He was in deep thought until he arrived back at his apartment, without realizing what was before him. As he walks in he is completely oblivious to the sounds and sights occurring in his very living room because he was too deep into thought. Scratching his chin, completely unaware, he asks Mackenson a question.

Chansen: “Hey Mac, where’s the laptop where we keep all the data on those we’re hunting?”

Mackenson is a bit out of breath but he attempts to listen to what Chansen is asking.

Mackenson: “Chance….can…this…god…wait!”

Chansen: “No, I have to look something up and I want to ensure I have the right guy.”

Mackenson: “You sure….it…can’t wait just like…mmmm…another 5 minutes?”

Chansen: “Mac, what is up with you, why are you actin-”

Chansen looked over and was immediately flushed in the face. Without even realizing it, Mackenson was in the middle of getting some oral pleasures and Chansen slightly squeaked at what he was witnessing. With this, it seemed like the woman finally ceased.

Woman: “Alright, this is too much. The convo between you two is killin' the vibe and I’m not about it. ”

Mackenson: “Awww, c’mon babe. My roommate here was just leaving to go look for that laptop elsewhere…right?”

Chansen: Uhhh, right, I was just uhhh…going to look for that pesky laptop…elsewhere…”

Chansen notices that the woman has no clothing on whatsoever and proceeds to turn around and shield his eyes. For whatever reason, Chansen found himself at a loss when it came to anything intimate. He was brilliant sure, but something about the matter flustered him to no avail. He knew it happened and understood it was a natural thing, but he preferred not to dwell on the idea, unlike his horn-dog of a roommate. The woman found her scattered clothing throughout their living room and slowly began to button everything.

Stolen novel; please report.

Woman: “I’m leaving Mac, maybe we could do this again…or never again. Have fun screwing yourself bud. Bye-bye.”

The woman slams the door behind her and Mackenson lets out an audible groan of annoyance.

Mackenson: “Dude, talk about how to make me soft in 30 seconds. Thanks a lot.”

Chansen: “How did you even hook up with a girl in the short period I was gone!?”

Mackenson: “I have my ways, as mysterious as they may be. Fuck...we’re going to have the “sock on the door” rule around here if your goofy clumsy self is just going to barge in here like that.”

Chansen: “Okay, okay! I’m sorry I ruined the mood, but don’t forget we have work to do here too!”

Mackenson: “Yeah, yeah, I know! You made that abundantly clear…”

Chansen: “I swear I think we found the guy we have to hunt. I saw him at that quirky gift shop not that far from us.”

Mackenson: “The one with the sexy Latina?”

Chansen: “...”

Mackenson: “Dude, I think with my dick, you know this!”

Chansen: “Anyway, yes that one. Grab the laptop that I know is under the couch you're sitting on right now!”

Mackenson slides his arm under the couch and hands the bulky laptop to Chansen. While Chansen searches through unlabeled folders on their screen, Mackenson stretches and slips on his forest green shorts strewn on the floor. Chansen seems to pondering the image of George in his mind from the gift shop and the picture of a similar-looking man displayed in the file on their laptop.

Chansen: “This guy has to be who we’re looking for. The name on file doesn’t match who he said he supposedly was…but this man is heavy-set, and has the same scar…hmm. We’re going to have to track him for a few more days before we can make a final decision.”

Mackenson: “This is the son of a bitch whose the supposed serial killer who flees after every murder right?”

Chansen: “Yes…now that I think about it…the woman-”

Mackenson: “That sexy Latina?”

Chansen: “....anyway. The woman’s boyfriend mentioned how he shows up every other week sometimes hinting at him being gone for longer. We may have to get more information out of those two somehow. The woman was very defensive when I was questioning her.”

Mackenson: “Oooooh, leave her to me. I know her type and how they crack. They’re spicy when need be and they can be cooled down in no time.”

Chansen: “Must everything be about sex or…?”

Mackenson: “Now Chansen! What gave you that silly little idea?”

Mackenson chuckled and Chansen groaned. Without any further delays, they both devised a well-thought-out plan on how to approach Camila and discover some truths about the scarred man. Chansen however, seemed slightly worried about Mackenson.

Chansen: “Hey Mac, we need to do this efficiently and quickly. I just don’t want you to-...”

Mackenson: “Chance, I’ll be fine okay? You are always there for me and haven’t let me down once. Trust yourself a bit more okay?”

Chansen: “I know, I know. I just know we have a time crunch and if we don’t do this in time you’ll have to-...”

Mackenson: “Bro, trust me and trust yourself. We will catch this bastard and I’ll be able to feel like myself again soon.”

Why were they already running out of time and who is this supposed scarred man? The mystery seems to thicken in this already abnormal town and those who are unaware are in mortal danger.