"Man," Anasazi said as he, Alastor and the man formerly known as Voidhunter stood outside Andromeda, having found Jericho's car. "I can't believe that worked. I knew these cloakers I made were good, but dang, all three of us sneaking out undetected. Now that's a great escape."
"Yeah, just wonderful." Alastor snapped. "So what now?"
"Well, we do need to find Jericho..." Anasazi retrieved a cell phone from a pocket in his suit that hand't been blown up.
"...Jericho, it's Anasazi. Yeah, we're out here in the parking lot, just jump out a window or something, we'll catch you. ...What? No, just....well, we'll be waiting." Anasazi hung up.
"He'll be out shortly." Anasazi said to his partners in crime.
The three stood there next to the Charger, waiting patiently.
"Hey, wait a minute...?!?" Anasazi called out suddenly, noticing something in the distance. "Is that... Oh, no...Oh, no no no..." Anasazi suddenly jumped into the driver's seat of the Charger.
"Alastor!" He barked. "Hotwire this puppy!"
"Right away, boss man!" Alastor said, sending some bolts of lightning into the car, causing it to start up sans keys.
"You! Hop in!" Anasazi shouted at Terry. Terry did so, surprised by Anasazi's animosity.
In the distance of Mission City, Mr.Anasazi saw a bar where a demolished crater should have been.
Those #$%^&^'s rebuilt it... He thought. Why did they rebuild Double-H's?!?