***Sheesh, after a long break, the new chapter of Assassins is finally out!
Read chapter 11 here. You better read it before you read this, otherwise you wouldn't understand this chapter. Chapter 10 and all the previous ones are a few posts away from chapter 11. Read them too, if you want, and need.***

Jack and Eric landed in the steppe where they killed Tommy.
"Shit! Man, we are seriously fucked now! How do we go to Tokyo now?!" complained Eric.
"I don't know, Eric. But, yeah, we are fucked! We were in serious trouble already, involved in all those shootouts, god, why the fuck did we start a school shooting anyway?!"
Jack had a flashback to 15 years ago, on the day of school shooting. He remembered when Jane (the girl he had a crush on) got crushed under the school bus.
Eric poked Jack. "Hey, Jack. I think i see some detectives." It was right, police detectives were standing near the corpse of Tommy.
"Come on Eric, we better get out of here." Said Jack.
"YOU get out of here! I give up." Replied Eric.
Jack was shocked. "What...?!" he said.
"You heard me Jack, i give up. We will never going to make it. I prefer dying in prison rather than i die in Tokyo or whatever. Now i will go near the police and tell them what i have done." Said Eric.
"Eric, why do you give up hope? We will find a way to Tokyo. Don't just give up!" said Jack.
"Ok, Jack, i won't give up, but in one condition." Said Eric.
"What is that?" asked Jack.
"Promise me that all this crap, all this war will end when we kill those fuckers and take our revenge, then you will let me go to prison." Said Eric.
"I promise. Now please come with me. We need to think of a way to Tokyo." Said Jack.
"I ain't going anywhere today. I'm tired." Said Eric.
"You are right, actually. Let's go home...i mean factory. We may be able to think of a plan tomorrow."

Next morning, Jack called Eric for breakfast, to eat apples and oranges collected from the nearby trees.
Eric sat down at the table. Half asleep:
- Man, i'm tired of apples and oranges. I'm starving. I really wanna know what sushi tastes like.
- I don't like sushi, personally. Plus, we don't even know if we are gonna make it to Tokyo.
- We have to be careful. Japanese people can design some good weapons, like katanas and knifes.
- That's a good thing as well. We will need weapons there. We have enough money to buy them. We have the money both from Tommy's wallet and the dollars we stole from the bank.
- Anyway, i think we better start thinking about the Plan B. We can't go there by plane anymore. Going by ship, it's still dangerous. Going by car is the safest, but it will take ages, dammit!
- Yeah. We need patiente and shitloads of fuel. Oh, how about hiring a pilot and going by helicopter?
- You think we can trust him?
- We have no choice. But first, we need disguises.
- How? The streets are too dangerous for us to go to a shop.
- Then we are gonna have to steal it at midnight. I know a place here. It's called LeRoy's Wardrobe.
- Robbery job again? No thanks.
- This one is pretty simple. I promise we will steal them and go back in no time.
- Ah, alright. But i gurantee you, our second life in hell will be painful.

To be continued...