The guard began to search for Carmine's weapons, even though he just got there the guard was taking his time in searching for your weapons. His heart was pumping, being that close to being caught was not exactly his cup of tea. Though, if they were going to arrest him, he could easily escape. Still, it was easyer just walking away than trying to escape guards.

"Wait a second bub" one of the guards said as he grabbed Carmine. The cheetah immediatly began to struggle, grabbing his knife and taking a swipe at the guard, but it wasn't so, the knife wouldn't penetrate.

"What's happening?" Carmine said before looking at his knife, which was abnormaly dull. In fact, it wasn't his knife.

"Hold on, you left in such a hurry that you accadentally grabbed my knife" called a frighiningly familiar voice. Standing near the gate was Rick, in different clothes as a matter of fact, "I'm surprised you didn't cut off my head to prove that you killed me."

"But I thought, I thought" Carmine studdered as if he saw a ghost, "you were burnt to a crisp."

"Not exactly, the oil was burnt, but not me" Rick said quickly setting fire to his hand, "it only get's dangerous once the fuel burns off." Rick then smothered the flame under his armpit, before taking the dull knife and giving back Carmine's knife.

"Oh, and by the way, I think the cheetah was trying to kill you two" Rick said walking away, "I do hope you don't you don't get hurt."

Carmine growled as the two guards firmly held him, one of them saying, "attempted murder still serves you a year in the clink."

What was he going to do...