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Weevil exchanged a look with Keith Mars, and both men slowly nodded at each other.
Veronica's eyes narrowed. "Wait.. you're not planning to do some kind of macho shit and throw yourself out just to save us girls are you?"
"Hey!" squeaked Wallace. Mac just looked confused.
Keith Mars stepped forward, hands wide in entreaty. "Veronica.. hon..," he said haltingly, "Look at us - the two biggest, largest and heaviest people in the basket. It's gotta be us next." His gaze took in Wallace. "Besides, your mom would kill me if anything happened to you."
Weevil by now was sitting on the edge of the basket, leather jacket gleaming in the bright sunshine. Even the slight glare from his bald head didn't distract. "Man's talking sense, Veronica Mars," he called out, "First time for everything, huh Sheriff?"
"Should have been me, Eli," said Keith softly, "There's still time to change."
Weevil flashed that devilish grin of his. "What? and let that punk ass Echolls have a better exit than me? The gang would never let me live it down."
And then there were only four people left in the basket.
"Damn," said Veronica quietly, studying the continued descent of the balloon. "Still not there."