Sinbad and the War of the Furies Page #2

and kick this guy's ass.

- I ain't afraid of him.

- You should be.

I'm leaving for California tonight.

I'm curious to find out more

why Manta wants this stone.

Please join me.

My estate is secluded

and off the grid.

You'll be safe if Manta

chooses to look for you.

I'm not hiding from this guy.

Especially not in LA.

If Manta messes with me,

I'll mess back.

Besides, this time tomorrow

I'll be half-way to Chile.

Well if you reconsider,

you always have an ally and

a confidant in me.

Like you I keep a low profile,

but you can always find my

consignment shop in

the city's Tehrangeles market.

That's my card.

Lyta, always a pleasure.

Good luck to you.

I already took out my

twenty percent.

Why are you giving me more?

Consider it my donation to the

"Snarky B*tch Club."

- So how we make out?

- We got enough for the boat.

The good one.

Aye, aye, captain.

So we'll set sail tomorrow.

Or we could go north?

I'm never going back to

the United States.

- What?

- Hey.

Do you think I look

like this guy?

Nah. He's actually

good looking.

Really?

Pack up. We're leaving in

the morning.

Why so soon?

You want to be around if eye patch and

that Russian guy track us back here?

Good point.

Weapons of magical destruction.

WMDs.

Hola.

Jax?

What are you trying

to do kill me?

Why are you sneaking

in here?

I didn't think you'd be home.

Oh God.

Here, I'll get you some ice.

How did you find me?

Who did you think I was...

The cops?

Yes. I mean, no.

Ow!

There.

Does that feel better?

You're making it worse.

Oh, you big baby.

- Just hold it on there for a minute.

- There's no bag.

Jax.

What are you doing here?

Well I'm spending the summer here

studying old missionary customs.

- And then when I saw you were also here...

- No one knows I'm here.

You have a

snapchat account.

With pictures of yourself

in San Lucas.

I like they way the

filters make me look.

Yeah.

Well, I hope that you're not

that upset that I brought it.

I thought it might help

patch things up.

Patch things up?

Okay. Maybe patch is

the wrong word.

Pants can be patched.

Tires can be patched.

You can find pumpkins in a

patch. But my reputation...

I'm sorry! Look, how many times

do I have to say that I'm sorry.

I'm sorry that your father

ruined my reputation.

You can't blame him forever.

He stole my work and then blames

me for what he stole.

Okay. You know what,

you're right.

It was a stupid

thing to do.

He was afraid he'd

lose tenure.

Well I lost my degree and now

spend my time hiding from the law.

- That was your choice, Sinbad.

- Was it?

Sinbad, you stole the

university's collection

of Egyptian dynasty gems and

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