*Bria/Thrill Killer's POV*
Oh shit. Kobra just asked me to talk to him alone. I wonder how this is gonna go.

"Um, yeah sure, I uh, guess that's fine."

"Okay, come on," Kobra said, beckoning me with his finger.

I followed him into an empty supply closet where he immediately started questioning me about if I was working for BLI/nd or not.

"Jesus Christ I'm not fucking working for them! I was looking for a place to stay when I came here!" I yelled at him.

Kobra sighed and then said, "I still don't trust you."

"Whatever," I muttered under my breath while pushing past him and out the door. When I went back to the front of the diner all the guys looked up at me with confusion written on their faces.

"What was that about?" Poison finally asked after a minute of silence. I sighed and quietly said it was nothing.

"Okay, well our friend Pete is coming over soon to help work on the Trans Am with me, so I'll be busy for a while," Poison said while walking outside.

"Pete's a really cool guy," Ghoul said reassuringly, "you'll like him."

I just nodded and sighed for what felt like the millionth time today.

"Why does Kobra hate me?"

"I don't hate you," Kobra said, walking around the corner," I just don't trust you."