Gods on a mission.

[notboundnow]

The thing to remember isn't that the car is stolen. The thing to remember is that the car is running. Not that they're going to get caught. They have ways, so even though Prometheus is driving only vaguely within the speed limit (which has served them well for the past several hours), they go sure in the knowledge that the righteousness of their

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[2020sight]

Epimetheus, in shotgun, has his window rolled down -- well, hey, they're headed South -- and is humming the Eagles.

He interrupts himself to ask, "What do we do if we get there and they've already . . . disposed of it?"

Disposed is weighted with a gravity normally reserved for phrases like executed at dawn.

[notboundnow]

Prometheus shakes his head, keeping his eye trained on the yellow lines of the median.

"Don't even plan for it. We've got plenty of time yet." He glances sidelong at his brother. "You even been to Nashville in the recent past?"

[2020sight]

"Define recent."

This means no.

[notboundnow]

One eyebrow goes up, one corner of the mouth goes down.

"Since Elvis cut his first record?"