Gassing Up

[agenteidetiker]

Brendan has been packing up the truck for about...well, maybe an hour. And he is glad. He hates New Jersey, especially after this. Superflu. For christ's sake.

But now, they were heading out. They had enough gas to get them there, they had enough supplies. They had badges and they had a story.

And now it was time to go.

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[notschizo]

Between the two of them, the supplies (and their possessions) have been checked, double checked, triple checked and then checked again. Freya is about ready to get the hell out of New Jersey, so she doesn't waste any more time, climbing into the car and waiting for Brendan.

[agenteidetiker]

Brendan is driving! So he gets in, and he starts that. "Got the map?"

[notschizo]

Brendan is usually driving! Of the pair of them, he is more likely to be a reliable driver. "Yeah." She holds it up as evidence and buckles her seatbelt, almost as an afterthought. "The place is called 'Hell', right?"

[agenteidetiker]

Well, he's least likely to read the thoughts of all the crappy drivers. Just saying! "Yeah, and wasn't that a hilarious assignment call."