"Since when do cafes neglect to provide restrooms?" Lance asked, casually walking out of the building with his hands in his coat pockets. "Such a strange world we're living in..." he muttered to himself, approaching Veronica and Emile. "Get up." he told the both of them, annoyed.
"..." Emile had enough, he got up quickly, picking up Veronica bridal-style and grabbing Lance, tucking him under his shoulder. "GOTTA GO!" He cried, running toward the*all-important shop. His speed was reduce greatly, since he had to carry them. Well... he DIDN'T have to. Arriving*there, he dropped them and ran into the bathroom. 10 minutes later, he came back out, feeling much better. "Alright." He walked up to some rack, grabbed a pair of tight jeans, went over to Veronica and took the money, paid for his women pants, and put them on right there, and surprisingly, they fit pretty well. Then he simply left the two, heading back to the minibus.
"What the heck Emile!?" Veronica shouted marching out of the shop, soon catching up with him "When I said buy pants, I didn't mean buy gay pants!...Even though they fit rather nicely.." She said the last part in a whisper, more to herself, and hoped Emile didn't hear it. "Oh, I know, this must be your way of coming out of the closet" She chuckled while walking past him and tapping him on the shoulder lightly. She hopped into the van. "Huh?" She noticed the keys weren't there. "Oh great.." She bent over and started searching for the keys under her seat and the seat next to her. "Where are they, OW" She hit her head against the wheel while sitting up.
Emile reached over and grabbed Lance by the neck pulling him in and setting him over his lap. "Now you listen here and listen well. Your girlfriend got taken away, I intend on getting her back. Now you tell that moron in the cafe to tell us where they went. Since I know he knows." He whispered in his ear, letting him go and setting him back up outside. "Hurry up. Before they do horrible stuff to her."
"OW!" Veronica shouted again, hitting her head once more. "There you are......." She grabbed the keys, and crawled out from under the van, sneezing a couple of times "Eww.." She whispered, dusting herself off a bit before going into the van.
"Uh, errr, right!" Lance confirmed, turning around. As soon as he did, though, Edward came out, so he stopped. "Got him." Lance said, turning back around. He opened up the side door to the minivan and hopped into the rear, where Phil and Kaji still were. Meanwhile, Edward just got into his car and started it up.
"You just wait in here." Zero-Three told Tara, throwing her violently into some prison cell. Inside, there was about three other prisoners, too. "It won't be long before you're all shipped out, anyway." he exclaimed, slamming the prison door shut and walking away, grinning. "While I take care of your friends..."
"Wait!" Tara shouted, but it was pointless. She just dropped to her knees staring at the floor blankly, motionlessly.
"Ugh!" She made a fist and rose it up a bit, but than just pulled her arm down and took a seat in the row behind them. She was feeling a little sick to her stomach, but just thought it would pass soon... and hoped Emile wouldn't drive carelessly like before.