Rick was seething, bringing his hand harshly down upon the steering wheel. He lost the dark blue vehicle. That man could not have been Morty. There was no way. But he'd just done everything the damn brunet would have. 
       "Shit!" he bellowed, hitting the steering wheel again. He tore ass down the road again, searching desperately for that damned car. He passed the church, finding the other bouncers still there, each surrounding Gary. The second Rick was out of the car, he was in front of Gary. 
       "You tell me what the fuck is going on right now, you son of a bitch," he growled.

*~*~*

       'John' passed his house, leading Sam to question his motives. "I gotta report it," 'John' growled, slowly pulling up in the very front of the church. The men were still there, and Rick had apparently arrived again. He was freaking out, slipping into the church now with his robes. He threw them over the railing the second he slipped over the dead bodies littering the area, grabbing his phone.

911 what is your emergency?

       "Uh, yea, hi. My name is John Schelan, I'm a pastor. There was a shoot-out in my church today, at a wedding."

Okay. Please stay where you are and I'll have some units dispatched to your location."

       'John' sighed, relaying the location before he hung up the call. "Sam, take that gun from the altar and get the hell out of here."
       "I can't. I'm involved, too. Folks saw me come in with you." 'John' growled in frustration, getting a headache. He hadn't been this stressed out in the longest time. "Fine. I'll handle it myself. This all went to shit, anyway, so what's the point."
       Slowly, the brunet walked down a short hall, rubbing his forehead as he stepped out to where the men were. He heard shouting and followed it, finding Rick and Gary fighting in the middle of a ring of men.
       "You told me- five fucking years, I've been thinking he's dead! Five fucking years!" 'John' heard. He sighed, stepping towards them. 
       "Alright," he grabbed everybody's attention, "out. Off the property. You have two minutes because there's gonna be a lot of questions being asked. Gary," 'John' took the gun from Sam, "get rid of that. You guys, get the hell out of here right now. I'm not arguing with you, I'm not explaining anything. Five years, I've been out of that. This... this accident is not going to change anything. I'm sorry you're hurt, I'm sorry you've been lied to, but it was never my plan. Now go." 'John' pointed away from the church, taking in the expressions of everybody. "Gary, get rid of that thing now." 'John' ordered, hearing sirens in the distance. 
       The brunet was victim to Rick's stare only a minute longer before the man was getting into his own car. 'John' knew each and every one of them hated the thought of going to prison. 
       With a sigh, the pastor walked back into the church. Rick wasn't that elated that he was alive, wasn't that glad to be in the same area as he was. The man really had moved on. That was good, though. 'John' didn't think he was ready to go back to that. 

       "Alright, Sam, what do we do?" 'John' mused, stepping up and leaning on the altar, staring at the bodies. "Well, one, you gotta act traumatized. You can't be that calm after witnessing a horrific murder. Two, you gotta get away from that altar, and three, you gotta be really freaked out because that little ring bearer barely made it out of this room." 'John' nodded, going to stand beside Sam as he heard officers fill the room.

*~*~*

       'John' sighed, stepping from the bench he'd been sitting on for over two hours now. This was the last investigator he had to speak to, and it was nearing ten at night. The cat was out of the bag now, after five long years. He knew Rick wouldn't give up now, knew the man was going to find him again. It didn't take much to know his motives, whether or not you've known him a while. He was that readable. And now, thanks to the events of today, 'John' was faced with another dilemma.
       Go back to Minnesota, or stay and endure being sought after while trying to live a normal life.