But I'll Take What I Want

[Funhouse Gear]

*Several minutes pass and there's still no sign of Nack, so I head out back while PB and Moon finish getting the food into the van* Nack! OY, NACK!

*I'm answered a few seconds later, as Nack comes trotting around a large boulder several yards away. I don't bother asking what he was doing; the fresh scorch marks are explanation enough. Luckily, none of them look bad enough to need Jump's attention; if there's one thing Nack's good at, it's not getting injured by her experiments.* Come on, time to go. There are two new people here, by the way. Moon's a killjoy, and Red's the girl from the fiasco in Oregon - you remember her.

*When everyone's in, I climb in the back as well and slide the door shut. Arson's the one who knows where we're going, so I figure she should drive.*

[Arson Anthem]

You're actually letting me drive this time? I'm impressed! *I get in the front seat, starting the van up and smiling as it rumbles to life. It's nowhere near my motorcycle, but still... it's a motor on wheels, and I'll be damned if I'm not going to enjoy it while I can. It even has air conditioning, having been a drac van only a few weeks ago.*

*The next few hours pass less smoothly than hoped. True, we're not near running out of gas yet, and true, the pancake tacos were as good as they sounded, but we passed patrols no fewer than three times before we got halfway through Zone 3, and the second time I thought we'd been spotted for sure. We made it all right, though, and by the time the sun's high overhead we're driving down the dusty streets of a Zone 4 ghost town. Around the next corner the theater comes into view, and I park the van just down the street so it's not so obvious where we're going.*

(moving to A Cat Stuck In A Tree, pg 8)

[redhavoc]

*I stare at the girl/boy my own age who I remember is named Nack and was the one that sewed me up in the field after the Exterminator got to me. That seems like a lifetime ago... S/he's friendly enough, but I am not sure how to act around other teenagers and just give her a curt nod before focusing on a pancake taco. At least Nack doesn't seem to afraid of me...*

((Following Arson! This post will assume that everyone else posting follows as well))