Rawson was just about ready to kill something. Or rather, someone. And he had only been in the car for half an hour. He never imagined he could be distracted from his thoughts about saving his brother, and his wait to hear back from Vor or Ben if they found anything, but apparently a cascade of small annoyances can distract the mind from just about anything.
For the first fifteen minutes, the radio played the entire time. And he never heard a full song. Apparently, Elenna was a channel clicker. In this case a radio scanner. The she finally found a string of songs she liked. The key word being she. It wasn't that Raws was insecure about his masculinity, he just sort of shared the blanket male hatred of being bombarded with constant Kelly Clarkson and Avril Lavigne and Brittany Spears and... well, the list would grow, he was sure. Rawson shuddered. He'd take ACDC or Bon Jovi or Jimmy Buffet or even a good country singer over this... whatever this was. He wasn't quite sure her song interests should actually be called music.
Then there was Nick. Apparently, Nick was pretty much the coolest guy ever. Sexy, fun, trustworthy, caring, etc. To be honest, Raws was a bit embarrassed that it took him a good five minutes to realize that he was currently sitting in Nick. He was one for a good car, make no mistake. In fact, he had it on good authority (the resulting prank war) that the only reason his parents hadn't bought Rome the Bugatti Veyron he'd asked for, is that they realized they would have to buy Raws one to. He grinned slightly. They probably didn't want to have to deal with his calculated, but speed demon type urges.
Speaking of speed demons. They were finally along the coast and heading north, with the ocean to their left, casually following the roads curves.
"Um, Elenna?" Rawson asked tentatively. He still wasn't quite sure what to think of her. She alternated between acting like a child, a semi-normal human, and a 'hunter'. And for some reason no matter what the persona, she seemed to think he was a blundering idiot. Honestly. He might not share her knowledge of supernatural lore, but her was one of the higher paid mercs in the area. And in hand to hand combat, he was certain he could take her. But she thought he needed help with a couple stitches or securing a bandage? They'd have to deal with this before they reached home.
Home. Hopefully Ben was taking care of things. But that didn't ease the sick feeling he had when he thought about the tall pillars and large porch running along the front facade of the house. The beautiful cliffs he had convinced Rome to scramble along with him as children. The ivy climbing up the garden wall and the turtles that liked to sunbathe on rocks in the stream. It was a good memory. A safe place. But somehow he felt that already that memory had been violated. Rome.
"Elenna?" She looked over. "Um, now that we're out of town, there aren't exactly that many cops that patrol this area. Is there any chance you can drive more like you did last night and less like you are right now?" Kind of blunt, but after the amazing action of last night's escape, today felt like a Sunday morning drive sightseeing. And Rome already had a lead on them. One that was quickly growing. Frack.
For the first fifteen minutes, the radio played the entire time. And he never heard a full song. Apparently, Elenna was a channel clicker. In this case a radio scanner. The she finally found a string of songs she liked. The key word being she. It wasn't that Raws was insecure about his masculinity, he just sort of shared the blanket male hatred of being bombarded with constant Kelly Clarkson and Avril Lavigne and Brittany Spears and... well, the list would grow, he was sure. Rawson shuddered. He'd take ACDC or Bon Jovi or Jimmy Buffet or even a good country singer over this... whatever this was. He wasn't quite sure her song interests should actually be called music.
Then there was Nick. Apparently, Nick was pretty much the coolest guy ever. Sexy, fun, trustworthy, caring, etc. To be honest, Raws was a bit embarrassed that it took him a good five minutes to realize that he was currently sitting in Nick. He was one for a good car, make no mistake. In fact, he had it on good authority (the resulting prank war) that the only reason his parents hadn't bought Rome the Bugatti Veyron he'd asked for, is that they realized they would have to buy Raws one to. He grinned slightly. They probably didn't want to have to deal with his calculated, but speed demon type urges.
Speaking of speed demons. They were finally along the coast and heading north, with the ocean to their left, casually following the roads curves.
"Um, Elenna?" Rawson asked tentatively. He still wasn't quite sure what to think of her. She alternated between acting like a child, a semi-normal human, and a 'hunter'. And for some reason no matter what the persona, she seemed to think he was a blundering idiot. Honestly. He might not share her knowledge of supernatural lore, but her was one of the higher paid mercs in the area. And in hand to hand combat, he was certain he could take her. But she thought he needed help with a couple stitches or securing a bandage? They'd have to deal with this before they reached home.
Home. Hopefully Ben was taking care of things. But that didn't ease the sick feeling he had when he thought about the tall pillars and large porch running along the front facade of the house. The beautiful cliffs he had convinced Rome to scramble along with him as children. The ivy climbing up the garden wall and the turtles that liked to sunbathe on rocks in the stream. It was a good memory. A safe place. But somehow he felt that already that memory had been violated. Rome.
"Elenna?" She looked over. "Um, now that we're out of town, there aren't exactly that many cops that patrol this area. Is there any chance you can drive more like you did last night and less like you are right now?" Kind of blunt, but after the amazing action of last night's escape, today felt like a Sunday morning drive sightseeing. And Rome already had a lead on them. One that was quickly growing. Frack.