Nevada Jones #3 By DeannaTroi This is a work of fiction. It contains adult material of a sexual nature and should not be read by anyone under the age of 18. All characters depicted in sexual situations are 18 years or older. Delta City, Ms. Americana, Flag Girl, Lady Sara Kraft and Lady Midnight are the creation of Mr. X as are Elsa, Council Commander and Baron von Stiga. Dr. Weird who gets a mention is the creation of Silkcords. All other characters in this story are my own creation. Feel free to use my characters in your own stories, but please try and keep their characters in line with what is shown in these stories. You can send all feedback to: troi@hotmail.com "I can't believe I let you talk me into doing this," muttered Nevada Jones as she stood on the roof of the warehouse and shivered. "I thought you were just joking about wanting to be a superheroine." "Queens do not joke," asserted Nefertari. "It is our duty to protect the city from those who would destroy it." "Well, yes I can see how that might have worked two thousand years ago," complained Nevada, "butDelta City already has plenty of superheroines. It doesn't need two more. I don't know the first thing about being a superheroine." "If Ms. Americana and her what did you call her? Sidekick? If they are an example of the quality of superheroines in Delta City, then the city needs me, er us badly," replied Nefertari confidently. "Hey, Arizona said the She Legion defeated a demon army while I was off in Egypt," protested Nevada. "They can't be that incompetent." "Hah!," scoffed Nefertari. "You saw how they behaved on the docks the night we arrived. It was under a minute and they were on their knees and spreading their legs for those thugs." "Yeah, well that's the Aphrodite gene thing," pointed out Nevada. "You know how it is because I think you and I are both Aphrodites. Before the sex and after it, we are disgusted and appalled by that kind of thing, but once it starts we lose our minds and can't get enough of it." "I don't know what you are talking about," replied Nefertari as she tried to not remember her own experiences. She hated Crimson Spider for what he had done to her and her kingdom, but damn it had felt good when he was fucking her. After she came down from the orgasms, she would curse his name and his ancestors back a hundred generations, but goddess, it had felt good to have a cock stuffed inside her. Then there was her discovery of the various porn channels on that television thing. It had at least helped her to understand why it was called a "boob tube" since there were so many boobs on display on it. She had found herself watching it for hours on end and hence had decided that she needed something else to occupy her time besides masturbating to the disgusting scenes of debauchery. Of course that meant Nevada needed to come with her. Friends didn't let friends go superheroing alone. "I mean, I can't believe I let you talk me into actually buying those stupid costumes we wore to Melody's party," went on Nevada interrupting Nefertari's thoughts. "The things are so damn skimpy and not very warm. My nipples are already hard from the cold!" "Oh? Let me see," said Nefertari leaning down to closely inspect Nevada's chest. The tall, dark skinned woman licked her lips. "Yes, I can see they are very erect. Maybe we should do something with them? she suggested. "No, no it's fine," said Nevada hastily as she felt her face heat. The brown haired girl had spent several nights now sharing her bed with Nefertari, feeling the warmth of another body so tantalizingly close, yet nothing had happened in that bed except sleep. Did she want something more to happen wondered Nevada? She wasn't sure or maybe she was afraid to find out the answer which still didn't explain this current stupidity. "We need proper superheroine names," said Nefertari who straightened up with perhaps a slightly disappointed look on her face. "Cats are highly revered in my culture, so I was thinking of Cat Woman. What do you think?" "Umm, that's already in use and her on again, off again boyfriend is not someone you want to mess with," replied Nevada with a shudder. "Oh?" said Nefertari. "What about Black Cat?" "Nope, that one's taken too," said Nevada. "And I'm not sure her friendly, neighborhood pal would like us copping that name." "The Cat?" suggested Nefertari. Nevada shook her head. "Sorry, taken." "Black Panther?" asked Nefertari. "Not unless you want to get sued," replied Nevada. "He's a king and after the success of the movie, the Disney lawyers would come after you like a ton of bricks." "Panthress?" suggested Nefertari. "You don't want to meet her," replied Nevada. "She's a supervillain with a dick." "Really?" asked Nefertari. "That sounds interesting. What about Tigra? Cheetah?" "Taken and taken," replied Nevada who was simply not going to comment about a chick with a dick being "interesting". "I think all the good cat names are taken already and forget about anything spider related, we don't need that trademark trouble." Nefertari made a face when Nevada mentioned spiders. "After meeting Crimson Spider, I don't want to have anything more to do with eight legged insects." "Spiders aren't really insects," began Nevada and then cut herself off as this wouldn't be addressing the current situation. "Look, why are we hanging out on the roof of this warehouse freezing our asses off?" "Well, from reading those things you call newspapers and watching television news," replied Nefertari "villains seem to be attracted to warehouses like moths to a candle flame." "But there are literally thousands of warehouses in Delta City," protested Nevada. "The odds of thieves attacking this particular warehouse tonight are so close to zero as not to matter." Nefertari suddenly put up a hand for silence. "Wait, what is that I hear?" Nevada paused to listen and damned if she didn't hear something now. She walked over to the East side of the roof and peered down at a bunch of figures wearing black hoods who were obviously trying to jimmy open a door. She was about to say somthing when Nefertari made another shushing gesture and pointed to the West side of the roof. The two of them walked across the roof and peered down at a group of green hooded figures trying to force open a second door. Now a hint of noise came from the South side and when the pair of would be heroines looked down, there was a group of gray hooded figures trying to open a door. on that side. "Beginners luck," muttered Nevada. What? No one is trying to break in on the North side?" Nevada said sarcastically to Nefertari after they had waited for several seconds. "No door on that side," replied the dark skinned woman with a smirk. "Well now what do we do?" asked Nevada. "Oh that's simple tactics," replied Nefertari confidently as she opened the required skylight on the roof. "You take the black robed group at the East door, I will take the green robed group at the West door and then we will meet up and take the gray robed group at the South door." With that Nefertari dropped lightly through the opening into the dark warehouse, leaving a stunned Nevada staring after her. "That has got to be the dumbest plan I ever heard!" whispered Nevada into the dark warehouse, but she got no answer. * * * Crimson Spider frowned at the computer screen. He had wandered the Earth in his astral form for the last two thousand years while he waited for his body to regenerate, but he had not realized just how diabolically fiendish humans had become. He was going to have to up his game considerably to compete with things like Facebook, Amazon and Google. "Error 404 Page Not Found" said the computer screen. Damn these bandages made typing clumsy sighed Crimson Spider and he tried typing the URL again. Well, he was stuck with them for the forseeable future he knew. The spells placed on them had been part of his rejuvination and were still required to hold his body together. Those stupid bitches decapitating him had set back his progress by several months and he had only got to fuck one of them too which made it even worse. Ok, he had fucked the dark skinned whore before, but that was two thousand years ago and so didn't really count. Ah, this was better, thought Crimson Spider as a list of objects came up on the screen. He scanned it quickly and scowled. There was no sign of the lapis jewel on the inventory of items recovered from his tomb. Perhaps someone had stolen it? Then again, he didn't know if it had been placed in his tomb as it had not been on the list of such items before he died so unexpectedly. it could be anywhere in the world right now. Well, he should be able to track it down with this evil thing they called Google shortly and oh dammit, no he didn't want to buy any more bandages or learn about cruises to view the pyramids. It was like this damn thing was trying to read his mind and not doing a very good job at it either. "What's this big surprise you wanted to show me?" giggled a woman's voice suddenly from the hall outside the room Crimson Spider was sitting in. The mummy smiled, his computer search would have to wait for a little while. It sounded like Paulos, er Faruq had brought him a little snack. It was a shame the man couldn't find any Aphrodites as these normal whores were single use only before dying on him. Faruq came into the room behind a slightly chubby woman of around thirty with black hair, light brown skin and enough costume jewelery in the form of rings and bangles to choke a camel. The woman saw Crimson Spider and opened her mouth to scream. That was obliging of her thought the sorcerer as he grabbed the woman's head and forced that mouth down onto his cock as it pushed out of his bandages to silence her. "Do a good job whore and I might let you live," rumbled Crimson Spider. That was not quite a lie he reflected. He might also be able to leap over tall buildings in a single bound. Admittedly, it was a rather low probability, but this human invention of Quantum Mechanics said it was possible. Anyway, the whore seemed to actually believe him as he felt her lips close around his cock and her tongue begin to lick at it feverishly. Reaching down, the mummy ripped the woman's top off so he could watch those big, fat tits bounce around as she sucked on his cock. Faruq watched the mummy begin to vigorously face fuck this latest slut with mixed feelings. He had made a fortune selling stocks among other things and even the fifty grand he had paid the young archeologist had been little more than petty cash, but the appearance of the mummy had badly impacted his own ambitions. He had planned to use the ruby spider to make himself the most powerful sorcerer in the world. The rumour in the astral plane was that Dr. Weird, the Sorcerer Supreme was missing and so why couldn't it be Faruq who inherited that title? Instead, he was reduced to supplying whores for the mummy to fuck and running errands for it. Well, at least his current employer didn't object to sharing, so Faruq pulled down the woman's bottoms, grabbed her hips and slid his hardening cock into her dripping pussy. * * * Take out the black robed guys at the East door. Yeah right, thought Nevada as she watched the door creak open and half a dozen figures slip inside. She didn't even have a superheroine name and this whole idea was stupid. Still these goons were not here for a late night book club meeting, so she might as well give it the old college try. She had taken down a mummy, so she should be able to handle some thugs like these. Ok, she had gotten herself raped by the mummy and only beaten it with Nefertari's help, but she had beaten it. She had also taken out those robbers at Melody's party, again with a little help, but still she should be able to handle this. "Ok, you guys stop right there," said Nevada stepping out into the open area around the door from behind a stack of crates. The six men stopped and gaped at her for a few seconds then one of them, presumably their leader, though he was by far and away the smallest of them, stepped forward. "Who are you?" he demanded in a German accent. "Er, I'm Nev, er never mind I am asking the questions here," snapped Nevada. "Why don't you clowns just turn around and vamoose?" "Bah!" said the man dismissively. "Council Commander does not take orders from anyone, least of all a big boobed slut such as yourself. Dispose of her," he ordered the others and the other five, much larger men rushed at Nevada. The five men were on top of Nevada before she could get her whip off her belt and Nevada made a mental note to have it ready to use next time she did this, instead of waiting to be attacked. A saner part of her mind was yelling "What do you mean next time?". Nevada managed to land a punch on one of the men and he staggered back, but then she went down under the pile of the other four. She squirmed and wriggled, but each of the burly men had hold of an arm or a leg and she wasn't going anywhere. "Vell, ve are in a hurry," said the leader as he stood over Nevada, "but dere is still time for a little hanky panky, no?" "No!" yelled Nevada, but it seemed like she didn't really have a vote or if she did, she was outvoted six to one. The leader who had called himself Council Commander, which sounded vaguely familiar to Nevada for some reason, reached down and pulled apart her low cut costume so that her DD boobs spilled into view. "Mmmm very nice," said Council Commander as he grabbed a breast in each hand and began to squeeze and knead them roughly. "Dere is nothing better than some big Aphrodite titties to play with," he said. "Unless of course it is a nice Aphrodite cunt." With that he gave a grunt and ripped the flimsy costume the rest of the way open and ran his hand over Nevada's exposed pussy. "I'll make you pay for that!" yelled Nevada. "Ah dat is the spirit," mocked Council Commander. "It always makes me horny when you big titted sluts say things like that just before I fuck you." Nevada renewed her struggles, but couldn't free herself as she watched the man reach into his pants and produce a large, erect cock. Nevada wondered briefly if having a large dick was a requirement for being a villain. Was it cause or effect? Did being a villain cause you to have a large cock or was having a large cock the cause of someone choosing to be a villain? Maybe all the heroes like Batman had little bitty three inchers? Her thoughts on this matter, however, were cut off when Council Commander moved between her legs and quickly impaled her with that large cock. "Aaaaaaaiiiiiiiieeeeeeoooooouuuuuuu," screamed Nevada and wished suddenly that she had talked Nefertari into staying home and binge watching something on Netflix. "Yah, dat is it you whore, take my superior German cock," moaned Council Commander as he began to slam his cock in and out of Nevada's pussy. "You stupid American schweinhoods are no match for a true Aryan superman!" Nevada wondered what the hell was this moron going on about? He sounded like a reject from the second world war or something. I mean, the fucking Germans are our NATO allies now,but this guy sounded like a refugee from her grandfather's era. "Today I fuck you, whoever you are, tomorrow it will be that whore Ms. Americana!" yelled Council Commander The mention of the Queen of Justice triggered a memory in Nevada. There had been something in the Delta City Times she thought about Ms. Americana fighting this idiot who led some neo Nazi group. Nevada wondered if Ms. Americana had gotten nailed like she was getting nailed right now. Then her damn body said "who cares?" and she found herself moaning with pleasure as the hard thrusting cock began to drive her body towards a climax. "Ah yes, you like it don't you?" sneered Council Commander. "All you American women are sluts at heart, especially you Aphrodites." "Aaaaaaaaiiiiiieeeeeeooooouuuuuu," screamed Nevada as her body climaxed and her orgasmic scream drowned out whatever the bastard was saying. Shortly after that, she felt a hot splash of semen being shot into her pussy and then another one and another one until she was filled to capacity and the goo began to dribble out of her pussy and run down her thighs. Council Commander pulled out of Nevada and shot a last wad of his spunk over the girl's chest before stepping back. Nevada was still coming down from her climax when the man she had punched stepped forward and impaled her squishy pussy with his massive dick. * * * Nefertari frowned at the sounds of the tap tap tap of her high heeled boots on the cement floor of the warehouse. Perhaps Nevada had been right about these not being the best costumes for fighting crime, but every image she had seen of the She Legion had shown such a costume. It seemed to be traditional for superheroines to dress like this and as a monarch, tradition was an important thing to Nefertari. Putting aside her costume worries for the moment, Nefertari concentrated on trying to find the door she was looking for. The warehouse was much larger than she had thought and from ground level, the corridors between the stacks of crates were a veritable maze. She should be getting close though she thought as she rounded a corner and ran smack into a large green gloved fist that sent her backwards onto her royal ass. "Who the hell are you? demanded a very large, blonde haired man looming over her. He peered at her closer and frowned. "You are black, but not that whore Lady Midnight. I thought she was the only superheroine of her inferior type in this city." "Inferior?" sputtered an outraged Nefertari and she lashed out with a foot from her seated position which connected with the man's stomach and got a slight "oof" but little else, though it did give her time to get to her feet and take up a fighting stance. "Yes, inferior," sneered the man, "and inexperienced as well. I heard you running towards me like a bull elephant wearing tap dancing shoes. Do you have a name girl, so I will know who it is I m about to fuck?" Nefertari glared at her adversary. "I am Queen Nef ...," and then she remembered Nevada's admonition not to give her real name, but she had not picked a heroine name yet. "Oh, never mind who I am. Who are you? I like to know the name of the man I am about to punish for his impudence." "Baron Von Stiga at your service," said the large man as he clicked his heels together. "Or, perhaps I should say you will be at my service shortly. I can clearly see your inferiority, but that does not detract from your ability to pleasure me with your body." Nefertari growled and sprang forward and punched the insolent bastard on the jaw and saw him stagger backwards, but not go down as she had expected. Damn and double damn this stupid collar. Once upon a time that blow would have removed the man's head. Still, she was an experienced warrior and she was sure she could take this Baron whatever his name was. Unfortunately, Nefertari had been concentrating so much on Baron Von Stiga that she had not thought to wonder about the whereabouts of the green hooded figures who had been with him. She found out where they were when two of them tackled her from behind and knocked her to the floor. Nefertari kicked one of them off her and was about to toss the second man away when another of the hooded figures sprayed her in the face with some kind of gas. It caught Nefertari by surprise and she inhaled a lungful before she could stop herself and suddenly the room was spinning around her. She felt strong hands tugging at her and with shock realized they had ripped her costume off, leaving only tatters to provide any cover as her huge brown melons fell into view. "How dare you!" cried Nefertari as she fought to shake off the gass, but before she could say or do anything else Baron Von Stiga's massive fist connected with the side of her head and stunned her. Nefertari felt her arms pulled behind her back and then there was the cold touch of metal and a click of a lock closing. Baron von Stiga grabbed one of Nefertari's ankles in each hand and pulled them apart as he stepped between them. The dark skinned heroine's eyes went wide with horror as she saw the massive member that was now poised over the entrance to her womanhood. You wouldn't dare!" gasped Nefertari, unconsciously echoing the cry of many a Delta City heroine in the past when faced with this situation. "Oh I dare bitch," sneered Baron von Stiga and he thrust forward and buried his cock into Nefertari's pussy with one savage stroke. "Fuck, maybe you are a Queen afterall," he moaned. "Your cunt certainly feels velvety soft wrapped around my dick. A truly royal experience." "Aaaaaaaiiiiieeeeeeoooooouuuuuu," screamed Nefertari as the cock of the bastard spread her open. She hadn't had a cock inside her in two thousand years and it almost felt like it was her first time again. She struggled and squirmed as the man began to thrust in and out of her, but the metal things binding her wrists were too strong to break with the damned collar on. All she could do was peer up at the Baron between her jiggling breasts and curse at him which predictably had no effect whatsoever. Nefertari continued to glare at the man for the first few dozen pumps of his organ into her body, but as her pleasure began to grow, her glare lost its intensity to be replaced by a glassy eyed look of enjoyment. "No woman can resist the pleasure my Aryan cock can give them," boasted Baron von Stiga as he began to pick up the pace of his fucking until his cock was just a fast moving blur. It became a race to the finish line and was a near tie as what seemed like a gallon of hot cum was poured into Nefertari as her orgasm crashed through her body. Nefertari was just starting to recover from her climax when she realized another man had taken the Baron's place between her spread legs. She opened her mouth to protest this new atrocity and found herself unable to speak as a second cock was shoved down her throat. * * * Crimson Spider sat back down at the computer while Faruq went out to dispose of the body of the whore. She had lasted surprisingly long as he had been able to pump three loads into her including one into her tight ass. The mummy resumed his interrupted Google search and was soon watching a video of an interview. It was with some rich English woman who was wearing a pair of small round sunglasses and her hair done up in a braid. She seemed more than happy to display her bountiful breasts in a low cut top and her wealth. That wealth included a large blue lapis that she had recently acquired, though the woman declined to say where she had got it. England? Crimson spider searched his memory of his astral journeys for its location. An island in the North Atlantic. As soon as Faruq returned, they would have to make travel arrangements. * * * There was an open space in the center of the warehouse and the black and green robed groups arrived at it almost simultaneously with Nevada and Nefertari slung over the shoulders of one of the thugs as cum dripped out of their well fucked pussies. "What are you doing here?" screamed Baron von Stiga at the sight of Council Commander and his black clad group. "I am here on Council business," returned Council Commander. "What are you doing here?" The Baron ignored the question. "You are no longer the leader of the Council," he retorted. "I was chosen to be your replacement after your ignaminious defeat by a mere woman, that slut Ms. Americana." "Bah, that was only a slight setback," snarled Council Commander. "You and the fools who follow you are rebels, traitors to the true leader of the Council. Everyone knows who I am!" With that, Council Commander yanked off his hood to reveal a badly scarred face. "Who the hell is he?" whispered Nefertari to Nevada as both women had been dumped on the floor near each other as the two factions glared at each other. Nevada squinted at the scarred face. "I think he is supposed to be a clone of Adolph Hitler. I think Ms. Americana dumped him in acid. It probably improved his looks." "Who is Adolph Hitler?" whispered Nefertari. "Maybe a modern version of Julius Ceasar might be the best way to describe him," suggested Nevada after a moments thought. "Maybe a little nastier and not as smart." "Ah," said Nefertari, then she glanced more closely at Nevada. "I see the battle did not go well for you either." "That's one way of putting it," replied Nevada dryly. "How many times did you get fucked?" "Six times," admitted Nefertari. "How about you?" "Same," said Nevada. "I don't feel much like going for a tie breaker. You still think this superheroine thing is a good idea?" Before the dark skinned woman could reply, however, the shouting between Council Commander and Baron von Stiga rose to new heights and fighting between the two groups seemed to be imminent. I will not allow it to fall into your hands you traitor!" screamed Council Commander. "You are not worthy of possessing it," screamed Baron von Stiga. "You are both a pair of dunces," cut in a new female voice and all heads turned to see a third group arrive. The grey robed figures were led by a blonde woman with piercing blue eyes and a outthrust chest that came close to rivalling Nefertari's in size. "You!" screamed Council Commander. "You!" screamed Baron von Stiga. "Yes, me," sniggered the blonde. "If anyone is going to possess the artifact, it is going to be Elsa, handmaiden of the New Reich!" "Well at least that explains the coincidence of three groups of thieves arriving at the same warehouse at the same time," whispered Nevada to Nefertari. "They are all here looking for the same thing, whatever it is." "You have no idea what they are looking for?" asked Nefertari. "Not a clue," replied Nevada with a shrug as she continued unsuccessfully to try and loosen the ropes they had tied her ankles and wrists with. Their whispering, however, was still loud enough to momentarily draw the attention of the blonde woman. "Mmmm a nice pair of delectable morsals," she said with a leer as her gaze ran over the two naked women then she turned back to sneer again at the other two leaders. "As usual though, I can see your normal natures have overtaken you. Instead of searching, it seems you took time to fuck those two," and she gestured at Nevada and Nefertari, "at least judging by the amount of cum dripping from their pussies." "Perhaps you would like to go lap it up?" suggested Council Commander with an answering sneer. "I hear that you have a strong taste for pussy and you would enjoy licking the cum of your rightful leader from their bodies." Elsa rolled her eyes at this suggestion. "I would rather lick the cock of a dog than taste your cum you pityful excuse for a man!" "We need to find a way to escape while those idiots are argueing," whispered Nevada to Nefertari. "Agreed, do you have any suggestions?" asked Nefertari. Nevada looked around and saw her belt and whip where the black hooded thugs had dropped it. "There is a lock pick on my belt. Maybe I can get those handcuffs off you." The brown haired girl hooked her belt with a foot and slowly pulled it towards her as the two sided insult match had now escalated into a three pronged trading of insults and claims about who should be leading their glorious movement. Nevada and Nefertari maneuvered their bodies until they were back to back and Nevada tried not to notice how nice and soft the other woman's ass felt as she fumbled with the lock of the handcuffs. Luckily the three competitors had plenty of insults to share as it took a couple of minutes before Nevada felt the handcuffs click open. Still lying bck to back Nefertari fumbled to untie Nevada's bound wrists and now it was her turn to notice how soft Nevada's skin felt as she worked on the knots. "Now what?" asked Nefertari when she got the last knot undone and Nevada surreptitiously rubbed life back into her wrists while keeping them hidden between their two bodies. and then with a few careful contortions undid the ropes on her ankles "I would like to punch their lights out for what they did to me," growled Nevada, "but the odds are even worse now with all three groups here. I am pretty sure they will leave off their bickering long enough to fight us." Nefertari didn't disagree which might say something about the woman's confidence being shaken a little by what had happened to her, thought Nevada. The Archeology student let her gaze sweep over the three groups, the crates and then it settled on something. "Ok, when you hear a loud noise, make a run for the South door." "What are you going to do?" asked Nefertari, but Nevada didn't answer as she jumped to her feet, uncoiled her whip and sent it flashing towards the switch of the fire alarm she had spotted. Suddenly the warehouse was filled with a loud ringing that stunned the squabbling groups into silence. As the three leaders looked around, Nevada and Nefertari sprinted away down the aisles of crates. * * * "It looks like they all got away," observed Nevada from the shadows as they watched the police por into the now empty warehouse. Nefertari nodded. "Well, our first venture as heroines appears to have been successful at least." Nevada looked at her naked body and then at Nefertari's likewise unclothed form with the odd bit of cum still dripping out of both of them. "Just how do you figure that?" she asked finally. "Well the villains did not get what they were looking for," pointed out Nefertari. "We forced them to retreat which constitutes a victory." * * * A couple hours later after the police had left, the two naked heroines made their way back to the roof of the warehouse where Nevada had left her small knapsack that contained her cell phone. A few minutes after that, the van driven by Lex rolled to a halt at the corner nearest the warehouse. "Are you there Nevada?" whisper shouted Arizona as he pulled open the van's side door. "Yes," whispered Nevada from the shadows, but she didn't move towards the van. "Well then, hurry up and get in," called Arizona. "First, toss us the extra clothes I told you to bring," whispered back Nevada. Arizona grinned. "Are you naked Nevada? What happened to your costumes?" "Never you mind," hissed Nevada. "Now just throw me the damn clothes!" "How much is it worth to you?" asked Arizona trying to peer into the deep shadows. "What do you want?" whined Nevada. "You do all the dishes for a month," replied Arizona. Nevada sighed. "Deal" Arizona tossed the two bundles of clothes into the shadows. There was the rustle of two women getting dressed and a moment later Nevada and Nefertari joined Arizona in the back of the van. "Let's just go the fuck home Lex," sighed Nevada. Lex only nodded and put the van into gear. The End