#hotel property taxes

[oconnor2024]

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[here-comes-the-moose]

When I’m writing my Modern AU but then try to figure out and calculate how the life I gave the Batch is financially possible:

[florallylly]

steve harrington dominating at monopoly but only because he's so good at cheating

[runawaymarbles]

the name was a reference to air mattresses. I.e sleeping on someone's floor.

[subsidystadium]

Forsyth County leaders should be ashamed for the taxpayer-friendly changes put into the NHL proposal

Last year, a new developer, Vernon Krause, began openly talking about bringing the NHL back to Atlanta for the third time. In his vision, there would be a new 20,000-seat arena and a $2 billion “mixed-use development featuring hotels, retail, residential components”. The name of this area would be called the “Gathering at South Forsyth”. After constructing the arena, the following would occur: 1…

[inkprilled]

Just before covid hit my brother and I at 15 and 19 found our selfs homeless. I had a choice, my brother would go into care or we could stay together, but only if I took responsibility for him and had somewhere to live. So I applyed for social housing, the guy that processed my case was sympathetic and at some points I was holding it together better than him, do you have any other family? No, Do you know where your mother is? I wish I did, how old is your brother? 15 are you in any fulltime education? Not anymore. He looked at me like I was something tragic and I suppose I was, there isn't a metaphor for what I looked like that works any better than just what his naked eyes saw; a girl abandoned by her mother, her life in a bag on her back completely thrown on how to deal with everything, and all he could do was fill out a form and send it and me off. it's going to be okay.

Somehow despite the odds we where given emergency accommodation and a year later a property to rent, I suspect we where pushed up the list because of my brothers age, we where lucky, some people wait years in hotels or streets all over the country, living out of suitcases and rucksacks.

As lucky as we where, luck didn't cover all the things I suddenly had to know. I had no idea how bills worked or paying my taxes, I didn't even really understand what "taxes" meant until the final notices where piling up in front of us. It's something they don't teach you in school or at least mine didn't. They never taught us how to survive in a world like this, they assume our parents would be there to explain or we'd be much older before it mattered. what's more useful in real life, how to formally address someone in an email or how to keep the lights on or how to find food when a tin of beans is too expensive.

Though I suppose the email ettique lesson was useful for something in the end,

To whomever it may concern, I'm writing to you regarding my payment plans and how I'm choosing to fork over alot of money and won't be buying enough food to live off this month. My regards.

[dandelionsresilience]

Dandelion News - November 1-7

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1. Climate Initiatives Fare Well Across the Country Despite National Political Climate

“[California voters approved] a $10 billion bond measure to boost climate resilience across [the] state[…. Hawai’i] voters cast their ballots in favor of establishing the [climate] resiliency fund, with money for the project coming from existing property tax revenue.“

2. ‘You have to disguise your human form’: how sea eagles are being returned to Severn estuary after 150 years

“[… To avoid imprinting,] the handlers will wear long robes and feed the young eagles chopped rabbit and other meat with bird hand-puppets. […] Williams hopes that restoring eagles to the top of the food chain in the estuary will create a more balanced, thriving ecosystem.”

3. 10 states voted on pro-abortion referendums. 7 of them passed

“New York voters overwhelmingly approved the Equal Rights Amendment, adding [… among other characteristics] gender expression, pregnancy, and pregnancy outcomes to anti-discrimination laws. […] In deep-red Missouri and Montana, voters also enshrined abortions protections in their state constitutions.”

4. Giant rats could soon fight illegal wildlife trade by sniffing out elephant tusk and rhino horn

“”Our study shows that we can train African giant pouched rats to detect illegally trafficked wildlife, even when it has been concealed among other substances[.…] They can easily access tight spaces like cargo in packed shipping containers or be lifted up high to screen the ventilation systems of sealed containers,” Szott explained.”

5. Sarah McBride wins Delaware U.S. House seat, becoming the first out trans member of Congress

“McBride spearheaded Delaware’s legislation to ban the “gay and trans panic” defense as a state senator [… and] helped to pass paid family and medical leave, gun safety measures, and protections for reproductive rights.”

6. Critically endangered Sumatran elephant calf born in Indonesia

“Indonesian officials hailed the births and said they showed conservation efforts were essential to prevent the protected species from extinction. […] Sumatran elephants are on the brink of extinction with only about 2,400-2,800 left in the world, according to the World Wide Fund for Nature.”

7. Sin City is Going Green

“[Hotels there] have conserved 16 billion gallons of water since 2007, thanks to […] replacing grass with desert-friendly landscaping, installing water-efficient taps across all properties, and reusing water at aquariums and in the Bellagio Fountain.”

8. Gray squirrel control: Study shows promise for effective contraceptive delivery system

“[… T]he feeders have a very high level of species-specificity. […] The bait and monitoring system developed and tested in the study demonstrated that […] “spring was the only season tested where female squirrels were more likely to visit bait feeders than males. Spring coincides with a peak in squirrel breeding and is therefore a good time to deliver a contraceptive."”

9. Returning Grazing Land to Native Forests Would Yield Big Climate Benefits

“[… S]trategically regrowing forests on land where cattle currently graze […] while intensifying production elsewhere could drastically cut greenhouse gas emissions, with little hit to global protein production, a new study shows.”

10. Interior Department Strengthens Conservation of American Bison Through New Agreement with Canada and Mexico

“Approximately 31,000 bison are currently being stewarded by the United States, Canada and Mexico with the goal of conserving the species and their role in the function of native grassland systems, as well as their place in Indigenous culture.”

October 22-28 news here | (all credit for images and written material can be found at the source linked; I don’t claim credit for anything but curating.)

[starthirst]

Since I have brainrot and I'm thinking of Cherik constantly, I'm thinking of an AU where they got married before Cuba.

Something happens and Erik gets a concussion so he can't sleep, so Charles takes it out sightseeing instead of back to hotel for their usual night of 'chess, bants and tension'. They come across a carnival and there's an act with this clown officiant, one thing leads to another and they end up eloping at this tent.

The next day Charles reads the documents and realizes that it is legally binding and feels awful for taking advantage of Erik's sleep deprived and concussed state. He's waiting for the right time to tell him but then the attack on the compound happens, then the move to the mansion and Cuba. It all goes so fast and Erik is gone and Charles does not want to see him.

Years go by and Charles knows Erik has no idea they're married but he provides their taxes as a couple to the Government, puts Erik as his next of kin on his life insurance, pays for property damage caused by Erik being an absolute shit because he's liable for that too since they're married.

Then one day Erik is on trial for something he didn't do, and Charles knows he didn't do it because he was there. The courts are making it a big deal because this is Magneto, mutant terrorist.

They assume that Charles will want Magneto put behind bars so when he wheels into the podium to testify and says 'This man is my husband, I refuse to testify against him and you can't make me,' they're absolutely flabberghasted. They check evidence and submitted is all the stuff that shows, yes they are legally married, they have been doing the right things in the eyes of the law spousewise so yes, they have to afford Charles spousal privilages.

Erik however, thinks Charles is punishing him by taunting him with the fact Erik could've settled down and married Charles years ago if he wasn't so stubborn. Erik assumes that everyone is being mind controlled by Charles which means he didn't have to be so dramatic in the courtroom, so by the time he's released he's very upset.

They go back to the mansion for a drink, Charles thinks Erik is mad at him for not telling him sooner so he starts with 'do you want to get a divorce?' and Erik goes apeshit because 'i get it charles, i couldve had this life with you, stop making light what could have been' and charles has to sheepishly explain they've married this whole time.

[famesau]

Some of the van der linde gang members playing monopoly. Me and my best friend came up with these

Dutch- Always trading house sets with Javier. If he gets boardwalk and park place he turns into a huge ass. But he gets mad really quick in game, rage quits all the time

Hosea- Plays by the rules( most times but he sweet talks the others in believing he is when he clearly isn't) Convinced Dutch to continue playing when he rage quits

Arthur- In charge of the bank when straus doesn't play. Steal money from the bank all the time. John catches him but he lies his way out of it. Him and Charles are always working with each other.

Charles- knows all the rules of the game by heart. Doesn't care if Arthur cheats but will not hesitate to call out Micah and Bill.

Kieran- only played one time but got bullied out of the game by Bill and Javier. He wouldn't play the game unless he got to play the horse token and if Bill doesn't play. ( He can handle Javier most times)

Straus- Runs the bank but gets kicked out of the game from being a prick. ( Had people paying taxes for no reason)

John- Would complain but pay the taxes when straus would be the bank. Argues when he has to pay people for landing on their property.( Would steal people's houses and hotels when they're not looking)

Tilly & Karen & Trelawny- Steal people's money when they're not looking ( gets away with it every time)

Sean- Steals money from people, gets caught every time

Sadie- Also really good at the game but rage quits easily.

:D that's all I got, if you have other headcanons I'd love to hear them!

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[vintagelasvegas]

Construction of Fremont Street Experience, c. November 1994

Photo by Pam G.

Facing a stagnant economy and fearing that mega-resort projects on the Strip would further drain visitors to downtown casinos, Las Vegas City Council and downtown casino execs collaborated to create an attraction downtown which would become Fremont Street Experience.

Timeline of Fremont Street Experience

'91: Feb., Mirage Resorts chairman Steve Wynn suggests Venice-style canal attraction for Fremont St. Jul., City council forms committee to study downtown revitalization.

'92: Jan., Downtown Progress Association hears redevelopment proposals from three firms, rejects all. Apr., City begins purchasing property for future development use. Jun., Architect Jon Jerde presents plan for Fremont Street Experience.

'93: May, LVCVA approves $8M funding for FSE. Aug., City Council approves tax increase for financing the construction. Nov., City begins procedures to condemn property of owners who refuse to vacate on 400 block of Fremont St.

'94: Mar., Demolition of 400 block Fremont St. Sep. 7, Fremont St closed to traffic, and construction begins.

'95: Jul., Construction completed. Inaugurated Dec. 14.

2004: The canopy's 2 million incandescent bulbs replaced with 12.5 million LED lamps. The new light show dubbed Viva Vision debuts Jun. 14.

2014: Slotzilla zip line opened Apr. 27 (lower zipline) and Aug. 31 (upper zoomline).

2019: The Viva Vision display is rebuilt with 49 million LED lamps, competed Dec. 31. The new canopy can operate in daylight hours.

Demolition of Fremont & 4th (block 35), 1994. City of Las Vegas acquired the businesses on this block, partly through eminent domain, and demolished everything to make way for the Fremont Street Experience parking garage. Last building standing is Cornet 5-10-15 (401 Fremont). Photo taken from the garage of Fitzgerald’s Hotel & Casino by Roadsidepictures.

Section of scale model of Fremont Street Experience. Photographed Dec. 15, 1994, by Greg Cava. A 22-foot long scale model of Fremont Street Experience was built at the office of Atlandia Design, which supervised the creation of the attraction. Greg Cava Photograph Collection (PH-00399). UNLV Special Collections and Archives.

The “Vegas Vic” sign re-installed at Pioneer Club, December 23, 1994 - Photo by Las Vegas News Bureau. The sign was removed days earlier while the platform was extended from the building and the character’s hat was shortened, to accommodate the construction of the Fremont Street Experience canopy. The “Vegas Vickie” sign at Glitter Gulch casino was also lowered to fit under the canopy. Before the work was done on the two signs, a marriage ceremony was held on Fremont St for Vic and Vickie. Vic’s best man was Vaughn Cannon of YESCO. Guest of honor was Edna Sherrill who had played a “Vegas Vickie” character as a hostess at Pioneer Club in the 60s.

Sources include: Creative thinking needed downtown. Review-Journal, 2/25/91; H. Stutz. Wynn proposes Venice-style downtown project. Review Journal, 5/21/91; J. Gallant. Council, casinos plan revamp panel. Review-Journal, 7/18/91; C. Scarbrough. City, casino execs discuss three themes. Review-Journal, 1/30/92; C. Scarbrough. Megaresort projects threat to downtown. Review-Journal, 1/31/92; C. Scott. “Tourists to pick up most of project tab.” Las Vegas Sun, 4/17/94. S. McKinnon. “Downtown celebrates neon nuptial.” Review Journal, 12/17/94. Chris Jones. A vision of things to come. Review-Journal, 6/9/04.

[galaxygolfergirl]

Watcher's Expenses

I didn't major in accounting: I took three classes and it grinded my brain to a fine powder. However, after graduating with a business admin degree, being a former eager fan of their videos, and from a cursory glance over their socials, there's a lot to consider in their spending behavior that really could start racking up costs. Some of these things we've already noticed, but there are other things I'd like to highlight, and I'll try to break it down into the different categories of accounting expenses (if I get something wrong, let me know. I was more concentrated in marketing 🤷‍♀️). I'm not going to hypothesize numbers either, as that would take out more time than I'm willing to afford-- you can assume how much everything costs. Anyways, here's my attempt at being a layman forensic accountant:

Note: All of this is assuming they're operating above board and not engaging in any illegal practices such as money laundering, tax evasion, not paying rent, etc.

Operating Expenses

Payroll: 25+ staff salaries and insurance

Overhead Expenses

CEO/founder salaries

Office space leasing or rent (In L.A, one of the most expensive cities in the US)

Utilities (water, electricity, heating, sanitation, etc.)

Insurance

Advertising Costs

Telephone & Internet service

Cloud Storage or mainframe

Office equipment (furniture, computers, printers, etc.)

Office supplies (paper, pens, printer ink, etc.)

Marketing costs (Social media marketing on Instagram, Youtube, SEO for search engines, Twitter, etc. Designing merchandise and posters, art, etc. )

Human Resources (not sure how equipped they are)

Accounting fees

Property taxes

Legal fees

Licensing fees

Website maintenance (For Watchertv.com, Watcherstuff.com, & Watcherentertainment.com)

Expenses regarding merchandising (whoever they contract or outsource for that)

Inventory costs

Potentially maintenance of company vehicles

Subsequent gas mileage for road trips

Depreciation (pertains to tangible assets like buildings and equipment)

Amortization (intangible assets such as patents and trademarks)

Overhead Travel and Entertainment Costs (I think one of the biggest culprits, evident in their videos and posts)

The travel expenses (flights, train trips, rental cars, etc. For main team and scouts)

Hotel expenses for 7-8 people at least, or potentially more

Breakfasts, lunches and dinners with the crew (whether that's fully on their dime or not, I don't know; Ryan stated they like to cover that for the most part)

Recreational activities (vacation destinations, amusement parks, sporting activities etc.)

The location fees

Extraneous Overhead costs (not sure exactly where these fall under, but another culprit, evident in videos and posts)

Paying for guest appearances

Expensive filming & recording equipment (Cameras, sound equipment, editing software subscriptions, etc.)

The overelaborate sets for Ghost files, Mystery Files, Puppet History, Podcasts etc. (Set dressing: Vintage memorabilia, antiquated tech, vintage furniture, props, etc.)

Kitchen & Cooking supplies/equipment

Office food supply; expensive food and drink purchases for videos

Novelty items or miscellaneous purchases (ex. Ghost hunting equipment, outfits, toys, etc.)

Non-Operating Expenses

These are those expenses that cannot be linked back to operating revenue. One of the most common examples of non-operating expenses is interest expense. This is because while interest is the cost of borrowing money from a creditor or a bank, they are not generating any operating income. This makes interest payments a part of non-operating expenses.

Financial Expenses

Potential loan payments, borrowing from creditors or lenders, bank loans, etc.

Variable Expenses

Hiring a large amount of freelancers, overtime expenditure, commissions, etc.

PR consultations (Not sure if they had this before the scandal)

Extraordinary Expenses

Expenses incurred outside your company’s regular business activities and during a large one-time event or transactions. For example, selling land, disposal of a significant asset, laying off of your employees, unexpected machine repairing or replacement, etc.

Accrued Expenses

When your business has incurred an expense but not yet paid for it.

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(If there's anything else I'm missing, please feel free to add or correct things)

To a novice or a young entrepreneur, this can be very intimidating if you don't have the education or the support to manage it properly. I know it intimidates the hell out of me and I'm still having to fill in the gaps (again, if I've mislabeled or gotten anything wrong here, please let me know). For the artistic or creative entrepreneur, it can be even harder to reconcile the extent of your creative passions with your ability to operate and scale your business at a sustainable rate. That can lead to irresponsible, selfish, and impulsive decisions that could irreparably harm your brand, which is a whole other beast of its own.

My guess at this point is that their overhead and operation expenses are woefully mismanaged; they've made way too many extraneous purchases, and that they had too much confidence in their audience of formerly 2.93 million to make up for the expenses they failed to cover.

It almost seems as if their internal logic was, "If we make more money, we can keep living the expensive lifestyle that we want and make whatever we want without anyone telling us we can't, and we want to do it NOW, sooner rather than later because we don't want wait and compromise our vision." But as you can see, the reality of fulfilling those ambitions is already compromised by the responsibility of running a business.

And I wrote this in another post here, but I'll state it again: Running a business means you need to be educated on how a business can successfully and efficiently operate. Accounting, marketing, social media marketing, public relations, production, etc; these resources and internet of things is available and at your disposal. If they had invested more time in educating themselves on those aspects and not made this decision based on artistic passion (and/or greed), they would have not gotten the response they got.

Being a graphic designer, I know the creative/passionate side of things but I also got a degree/got educated in business because I wanted to understand how to start a company and run it successfully. If they’re having trouble handling the responsibility of doing that, managing production costs, managing overhead expenses, and especially with compensating their 25+ employees, then they should hire professionals that are sympathetic to their creative interests, but have the education and experience to reign in bad decisions like these.

Anyways, thanks for coming to my TedTalk. What a shitshow this has been.

[twohearts-hs]

Defying The Odds: 15 - Michael Scofield x Reader Series

Words in Total: 3.8k

Pairings: Michael Scofield x Reader: afab x reader

Synopsis: Y/N was a victim of the mob since the age of fifteen, however, falling in love with the wrong guy and having an argument got her 25 years in prison for murder. She had a plan to get out in faith of her husband until she met Michael Scofield, who, despite his plan, fell in love with her. Now she has the mob and Michael Scofield's escape to worry about.

Warnings: Swearing, Prison, Intimacy, Murder, etc. you know the deal...

A/N: this is a complete series of ~105k words. Based on Season 1 & 2.

Hope you enjoy :)

Masterlist

They eventually got to Tooele. As they drove through, the town was not that impressive. However, it would do as the money would be there.

            “Tooele?” Lincoln hummed, testing the town’s name on his tongue.

            “I think it’s too-ill-uh,” Michael corrected Lincoln.

            “Hell of a town,” Lincoln chuckled.

            “Small is good. It means we can find the ranch easier,” Y/N said from the back.

            “All we gotta do is get that money and we’ll be out of here by nightfall,” Michael explained, putting on his blue hat. Y/N still couldn’t get over him in the suit. Something about him all sharp made her feel something.

            “Sounds good,” Y/N replied as Lincoln drove the car further into town. Y/N took the hat that was beside her, putting it on while pulling her hair into a bun. “Could we get a hotel soon? I need a shower,” Y/N muttered, “and a change of underwear.”

            “Soon,” Michael responded, “once we get that money.”

-

They got to a payphone, a phone book in front of them as Michael pulled it out, running his finger along the paper to see for a ‘Double K ranch’. However, it was not there.

            “Well guess what,” Michael caught their attention. “No listing for a Double K Ranch,” he grunt, throwing the book to the side.

            Lincoln walked up to a town folk and asked where he could find a Double K ranch. However, it was no luck. The citizen was born and raised there, but still there was no knowledge of a Double K Ranch.

            Michael was rubbing his face, frustrated with the whole thing. Y/N walked up to him, hand squeezing his arm but he ignored her touch.

            “Looks like Westmoreland spent his last breath blowing smoke up your ass,” Lincoln stated, no jokes there but pure facts.

            “Lincoln,” Y/N muttered, unimpressed. “How about property records?”

            “Right, every plot is mapped out with dimensions. It’s a public record,” Michael finished her thought. “But if there is a tax assessor’s office here, it’s gonna be in there,” he said looking at the municipal building.

            “Municipal building,” Y/N muttered, sighing. There would be cops there…a lot of cops.

            “Cops, Michael. So many cops,” Y/N mumbled. However, they continued on their path, Michael grabbed Y/N hand, squeezing it before moving to her back. He pushed her forward, guiding her.

            “Stay calm. We’ll be out of here in ten minutes,” he explained to them.

            One by one they entered through the metal detectors. However, after Y/N went, Michael went through and he was halted.

            “Back up,” the officer said.

            “You wearing a watch?”

            “Yeah,” Michael mumbled, taking his watch off but making sure his tattoo was covered. “Nice day.” Then he went through the detector again with no alarm. “Thanks.” His hand found her back again as they went up the stairs to the archive room.

            “This is exactly what we need,” Michael said, pulling out books and placing them onto the table. “It’s a map of every parcel of land. Topography, buildings, everything.”

            Y/N sat next to him, rubbing her face as she looked at him, watching him flick through the book. Lincoln was across from her.

            Michael’s finger ran down the page, looking for a name. “Karl Kokosing. Double K.”

            Y/N’s eyes wandered the room, glancing over everything. Lincoln did the same, but her eyes narrowed onto an older gentleman in the corner who kept glnacing at them. She leaned into Michael. “Michael, I don’t like the way this guy is looking at us,” she stated.

            “Same,” Lincoln added.

            Michael glanced up seeing a gentleman walk away. However, he kept focusing on the book, flipping through the pages. “Where is 1213?” he mumbled more to himself. Y/N leaned over looking over the page.

            “Let me look,” she mumbled, taking over but she gave up. “I don’t have my damn reading glasses,” she grunted, sitting back.

            “Come on, man, we got to roll now,” Lincoln panicked, hearing talk from far away. “Come on. You got the map?”

            However, as soon as Michael got to the 1213th page, hope was lost. There laid in front of him a tore in the paper…which meant a missing page.

            “No. Someone else does,” Michael explained looking the over.

            “Fuck,” Y/N muttered, rolling her eyes and sighing. “Let’s go.”

            They left the archive room, walking down the corridors and Michael spoke up. “Someone got here before us. It’s the only explanation.”

            “That was what I was thinking,” Y/N muttered.

            They got the edge of the balcony and looked over, seeing a man walking. Y/N’s heart dropped, but eyes widened as she realised who it was. “Son of a bitch is still alive,” she muttered. His hair was blonde down and his hand was stitched back on with a bandage.

            Instantly, they went downstairs. Michael and Lincoln walked behind them as Y/N followed.

            “Hey, Pretty!” Lincoln called and T-Bag turned around. Bewilderment flashed across his face as Lincoln grabbed him by wrapping his arm around his neck, pulling him to his car. “What you gonna do, scream?”

            Michael grabbed Y/N’s hand, walking behind them. They got to the car and Lincoln threw T-Bag onto the car.

            “I can’t believe you’re still fucking breathing,” Y/N barked, walking up to him.

            “What the hell did you do to your hand?” Michael mocked.

            Lincoln grabbed him by the hand which earned a winched and a groan from T-Bag. “I recently had some work done,” T-Bag explained. Then he looked at Y/N. “You’re looking still completely dashing,” he mushed. “Though that sweater doesn’t do you justice to see how big your tits are. Pretty things like that needs to be showed off.”

            Lincoln pushed him against the car again, anger radiating off of him. “Where’s the map?” he barked. “Where’s the damn map?”

            “I don’t have it,” T-Bag said slowly.

            “Then where is it?” Y/N asked, coming closer to him. Lincoln then searched his body. Y/N grasped him by the jaw, tilting his head up. “Where is it, you scumbag?” she barked.

            “I don’t have it.”

            “You were there. We saw you,” Michael muttered, eyes unimpressed as he glared at T-Bag.

            “It was gone when I got there.”

            “Liar. I can always tell a liar. You’re keeping eye contact,” Y/N said, grabbing him by the throat and slamming him against the car. “Talk. Now.”

            “Pretty, what don’t you keep your bitch away from me? I’ll tell you everything I know,” T-Bag said, pushing Y/N off.

            “Y/N,” Michael mumbled. Y/N dropped him, hands up as she walked back.

            “He’s yours. I was just doing a little threatening,” Y/N replied going behind Michael.

            “It’s the kid. He has it,” T-Bag said. “I saw him this morning and I needed some help. We made a deal, all right?”

            “I’m sorry. I don’t believe that. That kid is dimmer than a light. How would he know to go to municipal?” Y/N retorted.

            T-Bag ignored her. “He said that he would dig. I told him where we could get a map,” T-Bag mumbled. Lincoln grabbed him by the hair and pulled his head back.

            “What kid? What kid?”

            Y/N sighed. “Tweener,” she mumbled, looking over to Michael. “David Apolkis.”

            Lincoln shoved T-Bag into the back of the vehicle. “Sit with me,” Michael said, grabbing her arm and whispering in her ear. “I don’t trust him.”

            Michael got in the car, and he pulled Y/N on top of his lap. His hands came sitting on her thigh as she took a deep breath. His head hit her back as he mumbled, “Love you, ok?” She nodded, feeling his squeeze her arms as they drove off.

            They got to a road that was in the middle of nowhere. T-Bag got out of the car.

            “What’s going on, friends?” he asked.

            “Where did you say Tweener was headed?” Lincoln asked.

            “Up on the main drag. He’s supposed to find a shovel.”

The door slammed and Michael was leaning against the car next to Y/N. He handed the car keys to Lincoln as he walked by. Lincoln opened the back of the boot, looking at T-Bag with a very serious expression.

“In,” he stated, voice unwavering.

“No��no, no, no.” He shook his head quickly.

Lincoln whipped out a gun, pointing it to T-Bag. “In!” Michael kept banging the lid of the trunk.

“You’re coming back, right? You’re coming back?”

“Yep.” Lincoln muttered, locking the trunk.

Michael put on his hat as Y/N walked to him. “He’s gonna overheat, and then we are gonna have rotting, spoiled T-Bag flesh in the back of our car and then will be bathing in stink,” she muttered.

            Michael chuckled. “Sometimes you say the random of things.” Then he began to walk away.

            “No, I’m serious,” she stated.

            “What?” he chuckled again turning around.

            “It has happened before. Disgusting,” she muttered walking past him.

            “I genuinely don’t know if you’re serious,” he muttered more to himself as they walked.

-

There was one garden store in town and they ended up in it. “Woods Garden Centre,” proud and titled as they walked up to the place that would sell shovels.

            “I’m going to go in,” Michael explained to Lincoln and Y/N. “If I’m not back soon, come get me.”

            Y/N nodded. “Be careful,” she mumbled, squeezing his hand.

            Michael went in, but there was commotion heard from outside. Lincoln went straight, in guns blazing. Y/N quickly followed. Michael was on the floor and Lincoln kicked the owner off of Michael. His gun was cocked and read as he pointed to the owner.

            “Where’s the kid?” Y/N barked, standing behind Lincoln. “Now.”

            “Where’s the kid?” Lincoln asked, voice deep and taunting, his gun came closer.

            Y/N watched as Michael got back up and walked away. “He’s back here.”

            “Get up,” Lincoln said to the owner. “Come on, tough guy, let’s go.”

            They walked to the back to see Tweener all tied up. Y/N leaned down to Tweener helping him.

            “What are you doing here?” he asked.

            “I’m still asking that question myself,” she mumbled. Lincoln tied the owner up.

            “We had to come for you, buddy,” Michael said, grabbing the phone and yanking it off the wall.

            “How did you know?” Tweener asked.

            “T-Bag,” Y/N stated with a sigh.

            Lincoln pushed Tweener. “Hand over the map.”

            “What?” Tweener said pushed against the wall.

            “The map. Hand it over,” Lincoln threated, pushing him against the wall.

            Tweener let out a mocking chuckle. “He told you, I had it?” Tweener scoffed.

            “He doesn’t have the damn thing,” Y/N muttered, running a hand through her hair.

            “Fuck,” Michael barked, slamming his fist against the wall.

            “Let’s get back to the car and pray we don’t have rotisserie T-Bag,” Y/N mumbled, exiting the store.

            As they walked back, Michael mumbled how this will be sorted out. He went over to the trunk of the car, unlocking it and opening it. There, T-Bag was but on top of him was page 1213 on his chest.

            “Tell me that’s not what I know it is,” Michael hummed.

            “It is,” T-Bag agreed. “But don’t worry, before I destroyed it, I committed it to my photographic memory.”

            “Coming from a compulsive liar, I find that a little hard to believe,” Michael mumbled, hands on his hip as he glanced away.

            “I’d have tattooed it to my body but I didn’t have the time,” T-Bag mocked, eating the last piece of paper before spitting on the ground.

            Michael took his hat off as he glanced at Y/N. She rolled her eyes and crossed her arms over her chest.

            “Whenever you strip-search a lifer, you should always check his coin purse,” T-Bag smirked.

            “Tell us where the money is,” Lincoln said, pulling him out of the car.

            “Now let’s not dissolve into threats, all right?” T-Bag held up his good hand in protest. "I'm gonna take the high road here and suggest a mutually beneficial arrangement. I have the information, you have the manual requirements necessary to unearth Westmoreland’s buried booty. We’re partners.”

            “Why’s that?” Y/N asked.

            “’Cause, as of this moment, I’m your map.” Then he proceeded to walk away.

            “I’m gonna kill him,” Y/N muttered. “The good old fashion way,” she muttered again but to herself. Michael watched as she wandered away and then turned.

            “Michael, can I talk to you,” she stated.

            Michael approached Y/N quietly, his eyes scanning her face. She was clearly on edge, her jaw clenched slightly as she stared into the distance. He stopped just a foot away, waiting for her to speak. After a beat, she sighed and met his gaze.

            "Why do we need the money so badly?" she asked softly, though her voice held a clear tension. "I mean, Panama... the plan... it’s starting to feel like a race, a competition between everyone who got out."

            Michael's face remained stoic, but there was a flicker of something in his eyes—an understanding, maybe, or the weight of the situation they were in. "We need the money because it's our only shot at disappearing for good," he explained, voice low but firm. "Without it, we can't get to Panama. We can't disappear."

            Y/N let out a long breath, crossing her arms tightly over her chest. "I don't know if it's worth it anymore," she admitted. "There's so much chaos... and now, Tweener, T-Bag... this mess just keeps getting worse."

            Michael didn’t respond at first. He could see the frustration building inside her. She rubbed her temples as if trying to will away the stress. After a moment, she spoke again.

            "I have six million stored at my brother's place," she said, cautiously. "We could use that and just—get out of here. Forget the rest of them."

            Michael froze for a moment, his brow furrowing as he processed her words. He stepped closer, his expression hardening. "Six million... is that...?"

            Y/N shifted her gaze away. "Yeah," she admitted. "It's from the murders."

            Michael took a step back, his features tightening. "You’re telling me the money you have is from the men you killed?" His tone was harsh, almost accusatory.

            "Yes, it is," she replied, her voice a mix of defiance and hurt. She braced herself, already anticipating his reaction.

            "Y/N..." Michael sighed, his voice dropping. "I don’t want your murder money."

            She flinched, his words cutting deep even though she had expected something like this. "Michael, I was trying to offer a solution," she said quietly. "We’re running out of time, and options."

            "I know, but Westmoreland's money is the plan," he said firmly, his gaze hard. "We stick to that. We’re not going down that road. I’m not taking dirty money... not when we’re trying to build a new life. Not like that."

            She swallowed her hurt, nodding. "Okay," she said softly. "I get it."

Michael could see the slight tremble in her hands, the way her shoulders slumped just a fraction. He wanted to reach out, to say something more, but he didn’t. Instead, he just turned to look back at the others, his jaw tightening. The tension between them hung heavy in the air, but Y/N didn't push further. She had already said too much.

            "Let’s just get this done," Y/N murmured, turning her back to him. She needed a moment to collect herself, the sting of his tone still fresh in her mind.

            Michael stood there for a second longer, watching her retreat. He wanted to reassure her, to say it wasn’t personal, that he understood why she had offered it, but now wasn’t the time. There was too much at stake.

            They had to stay focused, and Panama was the goal. No matter what. Everyone got into the car, but Tweener was thrown into the trunk. Y/N was back on Michael’s lap as he didn’t trust her in the back with T-Bag.

             Y/N shifted uncomfortably in Michael's lap, the cramped space in the car making it hard to get comfortable. T-Bag was muttering something in the backseat, his voice a low drawl that grated on her nerves, but Michael’s arm stayed securely wrapped around her waist, holding her in place. She knew why he insisted she sit with him, not that she argued. T-Bag was unpredictable, and in this confined space, she felt safer near Michael.

            They'd been driving for a while now, the silence between them stretching out uncomfortably since their conversation at the garden centre. She could feel the weight of Michael's earlier words still lingering between them, heavy and unresolved.

            Michael leaned in slightly, his lips barely brushing the side of her ear. His voice was so quiet she almost missed it. "I’m sorry," he whispered, his breath warm against her skin.

            Y/N didn’t turn to look at him, but her shoulders tensed. She stayed still, listening.

            "I just... can’t accept it," Michael continued, his voice barely a murmur, careful so Lincoln and T-Bag wouldn’t hear. "Your money—it’s not that I don’t trust you. It’s just... I need to do this the right way."

            She bit her lip, unsure how to respond. A part of her still stung from the rejection, but she also understood Michael in a way that maybe no one else did.

            "I know," she finally whispered back, her hand resting on his arm. "You don’t have to explain again."

            Michael tightened his grip on her slightly, his thumb brushing against her side in what felt like a silent apology. He didn’t say anything else, didn’t need to. The quiet between them now felt different—not angry or hurt, but an unspoken understanding. They both knew the stakes, and right now, that was enough.

            They continued driving, the night growing darker, and the road ahead still long.

            “You know, in Thailand they got a black market where you can get any kind of surgery you need, even a hand transplant,” T-Bag told.

            Y/N grimaced, leaning further into Michael touch.

            “You’re sick, you know that?” Lincoln pipped.

            “Keep going, the turnoff’s just up here somewhere.”

            “Before or after Sheep Road?” Lincoln asked.

            Silence occurred and Y/N felt Michael shift underneath her. “What’s the matter, Theodore, did you forget?” Michael mocked.

            “How could I forget a road called Sheep? It’s after,” he responded. “Don’t you feel all warm inside now that we’re working together?” T-Bag hummed.

            “We aren’t working together. You’re just here to lend a hand,” Michael replied. His hand then glided down Y/N’s arms and brought closer to him. His lips went behind her ear and kissed it.

            “Getting all cosy there, Pretty? You and your sweet little girlfriend?... Now, wait, wait, slow down,” T-Bag rushed. “That was it, that little bitty road right there.”

            Michael and Y/N both looked back, seeing the small road. Lincoln put the car into reverse, moving it backwards before turning right onto the small road. Once parked, Michael asked how far it was from there which T-Bag responded, “Quarter mile if I remember the scale properly.”

            “Start walking,” Michael announced, opening the door. Y/N got out and put her hand out for Michael to take. He removed his jacket, throwing it in the car before putting his hat on. Then they were off, walking to their destination.

            Halfway through, she felt his hand on her lower back and she glanced over, smiling. T-Bag trailed behind them.

            “First thing I’m gonna do with the money is buy new shoes,” Lincoln said as the three of them climbed up the mountain.

            “Second thing, tacos,” Michael chuckled.

            “What about a burrito,” Y/N mumbled. “Freaking love burritos.      “

            “Third thing, ice-cold beer,” Lincoln added.

            “And a martini,” Y/N muttered.

            “Extra dirty, with gin and stirred,” Michael said, remembering how she took her signature drink. Y/N smiled. “Fourth thing, a little toothpaste.”

            Y/N groaned, imaging brushing her teeth. “I can’t kiss Michael right now because all I can think of is my own breath,” she mumbled.

            Michael chuckled. “I wouldn’t mind.”

            “Oh, you would mind,” Y/N chuckled.

            “Fifth thing, a proper sports bra,” Y/N added. “And sixth thing, new underwear. Seventh thing, clothes and shoes that actually fit me.”

            “Eighth thing, a dinner on me,” Michael smiled.

            “Ninth thing, a shower,” Y/N added as they neared the top of the hill.

            “Tenth thing, a good night sleep,” Lincoln stated.

            “A nice hotel, clean sheets and a room for just Y/N and I,” Michael smirked, and I know exactly what he was insinuating…sex.

            Once they go to the top of the hill, mouths dropped. Y/N groaned, knowing exactly what was in front of her. It felt like very step they make, it was three back. It was a never ending cycle.

            “Can you see the silo?” T-Bag said, all giddy as he ran up to them.

            There in front of them was a neighbourhood…completely built over the farm and its silo. Michael too his hat off and groaned.

            “The bastards built over it,” T-Bag said in shock.

            “We’re done for,” Y/N muttered. “I’m losing hope, Michael.”

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