"Just a wee bit farther last, then we'll make some plans as to how to get out of this mess." Michael spoke in an act of convincing, wondering inwardly who he was convincing. Gunfire, cops, and girls used as target practice. Glancing up at the sky for a brief moment, Michael glared at the blue sky above him.<br/><br/>"Some day you turned out to be." Michael cursed at the air before he began trying to figure out just how the hell he was going to make everything meet in the end. If there is a God, hopefully these cops would never have seen him, and they could get to the Bar and just hide inside. Something told him that there was no way in hell that such a thing would ever happen for him. Of course, the tangible planning and hiding and whatever else may follow would all come to a head at the Clover.<br/><br/>------> Continued at: The Lucky Clover (Michael O'Malley's thread)