FOUR
“Flame,” Rora called out, sitting bolt upright.
Taking her time to absorb her surroundings, she found she was in the backseat of a vehicle, warmed by the sun that was brightening the road around them.
Junker was trying to catch glimpses of her from his place in the driving seat. “Are you ok?”
“I’m fine,” she grumbled, rubbing her face and pushing the blanket from her body. “Where are we?”
The question came out on instinct, but it didn’t really matter where they were, only how far they were from wherever they were going. Junker seemed to be on a mission, and she could respect that, as long as it didn’t get in the way of hers.
“Remember I told you I stashed my kit in a secure location in case things went south?” Junker asked. “I need to go pick everything up.”
Yes, she remembered
